The eagle cannons on the walls were constantly firing, and even the musketeers joined the battle.

In the middle of the 17th century, arquebuses were still used by most soldiers, and although flintlock muskets had already appeared, they did not really replace arquebuses during this period.

The arquebuses used by the Spanish musketeers were exquisitely workmanlike, and most of the iron used for forging iron pipes was extracted from high-quality iron ore, so the explosion was much lower than that of the Ming and Qing armies of the same period.

"Mutafe, the Spaniards' artillery is too fierce, we can't attack it at all!" A mercenary knelt on the sand, staring in horror at the city wall not far away.

Mutafi was also a little irritable at the moment, who would have thought that the Spaniards' reaction ability was so fast, and the mercenaries wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rush to the city wall, but they were all beaten to a bloody blur.

It's not that the mercenaries don't have artillery, but the escort guns of the merchant fleet are all mounted on the merchant ships, and the Spaniards are very vigilant not to allow any artillery to be dismantled to the shore, and the current mercenaries can only use muskets and longbows against the enemy.

"Damn, why hasn't Lord Liu attacked the city yet." Mutafi cursed secretly, his blood-red eyes staring at the dark night sky outside the city.

Outside the city, Liu Yu, who had already received the signal from Mutafi, had already ordered the Ming army of Huben Town to assemble, but he did not immediately attack the city wall, but enjoyed the scenery of the city in the distance on a mountain with great interest.

"My lord, the four Hongyi cannons have been pulled to the city, and the artillery artillery is also in place, do you want to attack Laoag immediately." Adjutant General Wang Tong whispered.

"Don't be in a hurry...... Liu Yu smiled and shook his head.

"This dog-eat-dog show has just begun, let them bite."

Just as the Ming army was standing still, the bloody battle at the port of Laoag was in full swing.

Out of the need to escape, several groups of mercenary forces gathered together and formed a team of more than 100 mercenaries to directly attack the port.

The merchant ships anchored next to the Spanish fleet also opened fire on the Spaniards under the control of the mercenaries.

Compared to Mutafe, who attacked the city walls, the firepower of this group of mercenaries was obviously much stronger, but the firepower of the Spaniards was even stronger.

The Christian's formidable twenty-four-pounder cannon bombarded the merchant fleet not far away.

The second-class battleship was equipped with a full thirty heavy guns of six to twelve pounds and above, and its firepower was so fierce that it directly knocked out the fire of an armed merchant ship nearby.

The sailors on a third-class battleship used the falcon cannons on the deck to rush to the aid of the Spanish soldiers on the shore, and one after another stone projectiles whizzed past and smashed straight into the warehouse next to the dock, startling the mercenaries on the side to dodge.

"How's it going?"

By this time, General Terry had already boarded the Christian, and the admiral on board the warship was calmly directing the battle.

"The savagery of the mercenaries is what we expected, and the six-pounder guns on those armed merchant ships cannot threaten us." The Admiral aboard the Christian spoke.

Terry nodded, but fortunately the Spanish fleet still retained a trace of vigilance, otherwise it would not have been as simple as letting the Barr suffer.

At this time, the Jean Barr had already capsized, the hull was still burning, and the light of the fire provided a good view to the two sides involved in the war, and of course, a clear vision to the third party who came quietly.

Harbor cannons rumbled, and tongues of fire engulfed ships and the sea.

Not far away, outside the dimly lit harbor, a ship loomed in the dim light of the fire.

A cool breeze blew by, and the slightly yellowed sails popped.

It was a ship, the hull covered by a thick mesh veil.

At the helm of the back of the ship, a man walked out under the thick mesh, looking at the closer and closer firelight, and the rumbling of artillery became more and more deafening.

"Give me the rosin and the powder keg." He shouted loudly into the veiled boat.

The man leaned over, picked up a long hollow bamboo stick, and looked at the firelight in the distance with a grim expression.

The long strip of bamboo ran from behind the rudder to the bow of the ship, extending all the way out.

They placed the rosin powder kegs on the ship one by one, and nodded to the man in the lead after inspecting them.

Seeing that everything was arranged, the man nodded, his eyes fixed on the front.

The breeze blew, and the ships floated a little hard, and the people had to hold on to the powder kegs and bamboo sticks with their hands.

Finally the clouds became a little sparse, and a faint moonlight cast down on the sea.

In the faint moonlight, the shadows of other ships began to appear around the hull.

At this time, the warring sides had not yet noticed that a fleet was coming.

Six-pounder Hayabusa guns on deck continued to bombard the docks.

The Spanish musketeers fired across the sea towards land, repelling the mercenaries again and again.

A twelve-pounder cannon in the Christian's gun bay bombarded armed merchant ships anchored in the distance.

For more than a month, they had been comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, but now they were facing each other in life and death.

"General, we've repelled the mercenaries besieging the docks." The Admiral of the Christian reports to General Terry.

Before General Terry could breathe a sigh of relief, a scream shook everyone present.

"Han people, Han people's ships!"

A cry of despair exploded like thunder on the Christian.

Terry froze, then jerked towards the opposite deck.

In the light of the fire, one ship after another loomed.

"Quick, sink them, it's an arsonist ship." As the boats slowly approached the Christian, Terry stood on end.

The Christian's gunners immediately adjusted their guns and aimed them at the nearby sea.

The Spaniards were adept at using different artillery pieces to compose the ship's firepower system.

For example, heavy cannons are used in naval battles to sink the opponent's main warship.

Therefore, it has a higher diameter-to-length ratio than ordinary cannons.

In the same way, the Spanish fleet needed to protect merchant ships in addition to naval warfare, so it was necessary to drive out pirates and protect the merchant fleet.

In order to deal with the pirates who boarded the ships, the Spanish warships were also equipped with a large number of rotary guns.

These light guns, which were only one or two pounds, were mounted on rotating gun carriages on the ship's side rails, and all of them were reloaded, so they had an extremely high rate of fire.

Soon, there was a roar from the Spanish gunners.

Several Amis spinners sprayed tongues of fire, and a 2.5-pound shell smashed directly into the fast-moving Ming clipper.

A fire-boat, sheltered by black veils, was hit by a two-pounder shell at a distance of more than a hundred meters from the Christian.

The massive impact friction ignited the ship's black powder keg.

With a swift burst of fire, the ship was engulfed in flames in an instant.

On board, the Spanish musketeers also quickly assembled, and aimed their guns at the fast-approaching clipper.

Bursts of black smoke rose from the air, and large-caliber lead bullets flew out.

"My lord, the Spaniards are actually on guard." A sailor looked in horror at the huge ship in front of him.

"Ignite the gunpowder, don't care so much."

These Ming sailors were not ambiguous, seeing that the sneak attack was not worth hastily igniting the ship and then jumped down, only the blazing clipper rushed towards the Spanish giant ship.

"Quick, sink those damn fireships!" General Terry roared, his forehead bruised.

Countless fireships in front of him rushed towards the warship under his feet.

The Christian's gunners fired two-pounder pellets deadly, and even the six-pounder falcon and twelve-pounder guns on the deck and gun bay joined the ranks of the jet flames.

From Admiral Terry to ordinary sailors, everyone seemed to be reminded of the arson ship attack on the Spanish fleet a month and a half ago.

More than 20 arsonist ships, large and small, were blown up, but before the Spanish sailors on board could breathe a sigh of relief, another fleet of ships slowly appeared in their sight.

The Spanish gunners did not open fire, the deck trembled, and black smoke filled the entire ship.

The Spanish gunners were highly skilled and competent, but the scale of the Ming arsonist ships was too large, and soon the small rotary guns could not support a large-scale fireship offensive.

"God, isn't this the slumbering ground of the fleet?" General Terry looked desperately at the sky.