"Let's get out of the city first, and then it's almost time, and they will find out when it gets dawn." Lu Jiang looked at the watch in his hand and said to Zheng Zhibao.

"What are you?"

Zheng Zhibao asked, pointing to the watch in his hand.

"Well, watch. You can see the time, it's very accurate. Lu Jiang smiled and raised the small square on his wrist.

"It was also sent by His Majesty?"

"Haha, yes. However, it is only available above the rank of a thousand household officials. ”

Zheng Zhibao smacked his lips enviously, my eldest brother has been in charge of the army and has not seen His Majesty reward a piece, sure enough, it is His Majesty's personal soldier, this treatment is really good.

"Let's go, General Zheng. Let's go separately, I'll take people to the south of the city, and you go to the north of the city, how about it? ”

"Good!"

The two men led fifty men each, carrying mortars and shells on their backs, and clutching ropes down the walls.

The fifty men were supposed to be ten groups, each with one mortar, one gunner, and four gunners.

The first gunner carried the gun body and sights, the second gunner carried the gun carriage, the third gunner carried the seat plate and shovel, and the fourth gunner carried five shells.

The crowd bent their waists and quietly walked in the direction of the Spaniards' station.

The sun had not yet risen over the horizon, it was the darkest hour of the day, and with the small number of people, the Spaniards did not notice them.

With the lesson of the last time, Franco can be said to have grown a lot of wisdom, and he is fully prepared to prevent the rebels in the city from raiding at night.

Not only are soldiers sent to patrol at night, but soldiers are also waiting for the day, trying to get up and fight.

After a night, when the sky was white, the soldiers on the night patrol completely relaxed their vigilance.

But what they don't know is that a crisis is creeping in.

In a bush of grass a mile away from their camp, Zheng Zhibao had been lying here for two quarters of an hour.

Seeing that the sun was rising and his vision was getting better and better, he quietly gave the order.

Ten groups of soldiers quietly moved. The first, second, and third gunners put together the mortar body, gun mount, sight and other components, and the fourth gunner took off the shells, lined them up, and put them aside.

After a few gunners were busy, the gunner crouched in front of the mortar, and the next thing was his home field.

Zheng Zhibao looked at the familiar operation of a group of people, and sighed that their movements were skillful, obviously not the first time they had used it.

The artillery commander was adjusting the mortar, and the Spaniards in the distance noticed that something was wrong here.

"Is there anyone over there?" A soldier rubbed his eyes.

"Where? Huh? It's just someone. Notify your boss! ”

"Enemy Attack !!"

Without hesitation, the soldier opened his throat and shouted.

His shout alarmed Franco, who had just woken up, and he hurriedly climbed out of the tent, came to the edge of the camp, and picked up the binoculars to look at where Zheng Zhibao was.

Hey?

What are they messing with?

Huh?

What does this man mean by giving me a thumbs up?

It didn't mean anything, Zheng Zhibao also saw Franco through the telescope, and Zheng Zhibao was keenly aware that this person's status was not low. So he told a gunner to shoot in Franco's direction, and the man looked through the binoculars and gave Franco a thumbs up.

"Cannonball ready!" The gunners moved in unison, placing the shells on the muzzle.

"Put!"

Bang!

Ten shells flew out with a thud.

Franco was so frightened by the sound of mortar fire that he subconsciously fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he reacted in time, because it was the first shot, the angle of the mortar was not perfectly adjusted, and the shell exploded more than ten meters behind Franco, but it did not hurt Franco.

The power of the shells was so great that there were basically no soldiers left standing within ten meters of the explosion.

And these shells, a total of ten rounds were fired, except for two that were too far away and did not cause any damage, all eight shells exploded in their camp.

But mortars have another advantage, and that is the fast rate of fire.

Before everyone could react, it was ten rounds again. (This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 311: Shelling

Cannonballs whizzed down from the sky.

This time there was only one miss, and the others were all hits.

Ten rounds!

Ten rounds!

The gunners fired all the shells in one go, and then quickly dismantled the mortars, each carrying his own belongings, and ran quickly towards Barangya.

At this time, the Spanish camp was already in disarray. Craters were scattered irregularly throughout the camp, and the closer you got to the craters, the more miserable the condition of the soldiers became, and stumps and severed arms were everywhere. Screams and shouts wafted through the wounds of the camp. Initial Update@

After a long time, Franco shook his buzzing head, pushed the body away, and slowly got up.

Seeing the tragic situation of his own camp, tears flowed out of his eyes.

What kind of cannon is this?

Obviously so small, how can the flowering bullet in it be so powerful?

He found the telescope that had fallen to the ground, wiped the lens with the corner of his coat, and looked at the place where the other party had launched. It turned out that the other party had already come to the base of the city wall with something on his back, and was climbing up.

He put down his binoculars in a daze, was stunned for a moment, forced himself to compose, and began to organize soldiers to rescue the wounded and extinguish the fire ignited by the explosion of the shell.

It was almost an hour before Franco sat down.

The number of casualties just now has been counted.

In total, more than 400 people were killed or wounded, more than 100 died on the spot, more than 200 were basically incapacitated, and the rest were slightly injured.

Franco sat on the grass in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

When the battle comes to this, how do you think about it?

So many people died without fighting each other, and not only that, but the artillery was also lost. How do you explain it to the Governor!

Just as he was stunned, a soldier ran over.

"Your Excellency, Lord Rojas is dead!"

"What!?" Franco looked up at the soldier running from the north, his eyes filled with shock.

"Just now the rebels in the city shelled our camp, and Lord Roxas was killed on the spot!"

Franco didn't know what to say.

Rojas is the highest-ranking officer sent this time except for himself, although he is often scolded by himself, in fact, the relationship between the two in private is still good.

"How many casualties do you have!?"

"Nearly five hundred! More than a hundred of them died on the spot! The soldier said with a sad face. He was frightened, and he had just woken up and was urinating on the grass when a shell landed not far from him, and his pants were wet.

Then the shells whizzed down, and the soldiers in the camp were blown to pieces.

After Zheng Zhibao returned to the city, he stood on the city wall and looked into the distance with a telescope, and he couldn't help but be shocked by the results of these mortar windows. Judging by the level of chaos in the other camp, the casualties are probably not small.

With emotion, Lu Jiang came back.

"Mr. Zheng, how is it, this mortar is powerful!"

"Pretty good!"

"Haha, that's not all, look at it, the injured may not survive.".

Chapter 311: Shelling