Judging from Lu Jiang's current gaze, this traditional artillery is too backward.

Not only is the accuracy low, but the damage to the local fortress is pitiful, not to mention the enemies hiding inside.

If you shoot like this, not only will you not be able to defeat the city of Manila, but you won't even be able to kill a few enemies.

Zheng Zhilong glanced at Lu Jiang when he heard this, nodded and agreed.

He himself discovered this problem, his own casualties had far exceeded the opponent's, so he ordered to retreat beyond the range of the opponent's artillery, and then Lu Jiang began to act.

Lu Jiang took his men and ran in the direction of Manila with mortars on his back.

He intended to deliver precision strikes with mortars on the walls of Manila. The maximum firing range of this mortar they use is about two miles, but the accuracy will inevitably decrease when the distance is long. Therefore, he was ready to lead people forward to within a mile of the city wall, so that he could make accurate hits.

At the head of the city, Oraza who saw Zheng Zhilong retreating was in a good mood.

After the first round of mutual fire between the two sides, he basically determined that Zheng Zhilong wanted to capture Manila by artillery, which was tantamount to a fool's dream. The fortress they had been building for decades could be casually shot down with a hundred guns. Besides, is anyone more powerful than the ones they built?

He quietly watched Zheng Zhilong's camp, waiting for his next move.

Zheng Zhilong couldn't just give up like that.

Sure enough, after Zheng Zhilong retreated, a small group of soldiers was separated from the camp.

They were scattered, in teams of five, in a total of twenty squads.

What does that mean? It wasn't until the men got a little closer that Oraza realized that each of them had something on their backs.

He remembered the kind of artillery that the rebels had in Franco's report that could throw shells high.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly ordered the artillery to fire at them, but because the route of the opponent was scattered, the artillery at the head of the city did not cause damage to the opponent.

Because the other party's trench was dug deep and wide, Lu Jiang and the others walked very slowly, but they were getting closer and closer.

Until about a mile away from the city wall, Lu Jiang raised his hand, and twenty squads stopped at the same time.

"Our target is the artillery on the other side's walls! Show me carefully, and then I don't want to eat at night! ”

Lu Jiang gave the order to attack, and the squads took action one after another, and began to assemble mortars and look for their targets.

All their actions were naturally watched by Oraza, and watching the other party gather around to assemble artillery, Oraza decisively gave the order to dodge.

But the Spanish soldiers operating the artillery at the head of the city were not very vigilant, first, because they couldn't understand what the other side was doing, and secondly, what power could this small cannon have? They were slow to move, but the soldiers who had seen the power of mortars on the battlefield of counterinsurgency a few days ago were different, and one by one they quickly found a place to hide.

"Hurry up! Their artillery is flowering shells, and they are very powerful! Seeing that some of the soldiers didn't take it seriously, the soldiers beside him, who thought they were experienced, scolded loudly.

Seeing that what their comrades said did not look like a lie, these soldiers sped up.

But the mortar team of Lu Jiang under the city has already assembled the mortar and adjusted the angle.

Bang!

A gun commander who thought he was aiming well fired the first shell.

The cannonball shot out and landed exactly outside the city, not even a single hair exploded.

When Lu Jiang saw it, he was so angry that he scolded:

"Damn, I've said it, let you take a closer look! What's the hurry? Hit the wrong way and fuck me out! ”

The scolded gun commander shrank his neck, didn't dare to answer, and silently adjusted the angle of the barrel.

Perhaps the first one to fire the cannon was scolded for not hitting accurately, and every subsequent shell landed accurately on the head of the city. The soldiers who had suffered losses had dodged very well and were not harmed. But the soldiers who didn't take the Italian guns seriously were miserable, and the fragments of the shells flew around the city, causing them to wail again and again.

For the first time, Oraza, who was hiding in the castle tower, felt the power of the cannons up close, and was speechless with shock.

He could see that the cannon was not powerful enough to shake the walls, but it was extremely accurate, otherwise it would not have landed accurately on the top of the city.

The mortar squad fired a salvo that caused more casualties than the exchange of fire, and most importantly, they briefly suppressed the fire of the city's artillery.

Zheng Zhilong, who was observing with a telescope in the distance, reacted immediately when he saw this, and he asked Conley's rebel army to carry wooden planks and ladders to pave the road in front, and then sent 3,000 infantry to follow, intending to take the opportunity to attack the city.

From the point of view of traditional strategy, his strategy is fine, but the problem is that the firepower of the bastion does not come from above the walls.

Zheng Zhilong had just entered the range of the artillery, and in the holes inside the fortress, one cannon after another shot out shells. Olaza, who was hiding in the city tower, looked at the soldiers who were smashed by the cannonballs on their backs, and sneered, what about the accuracy of this small cannon? Could it really be like a musket to point and hit where?

The soldiers at the head of the city were all hiding, the lethality of the mortars was greatly reduced, and the attack outside the city did not achieve the expected effect, the opponent's firepower was very strong, and Zheng Zhilong's side suffered heavy casualties. In desperation, the order to retreat was given again.

Seeing that Zheng Zhilong was no longer attacking, Lu Jiang also retreated with people.

"General Lu, no. The red-haired ghost's fortress is like a turtle shell, how to fight. ”

Zheng Zhilong's expression was a little helpless. At this time, he also had to admit that the Spaniards had been deeply involved in Luzon for many years, and there was really no good way to shrink back now.

"If our hell cannon is here, why fear his red-haired ghost's fortress!"

"Hell Cannon?"

"Your Majesty has ordered someone to develop a powerful artillery! This city wall alone can't withstand a few hell cannon shells. ”

"But far water can't quench your thirst!" Zheng Zhilong believed what Lu Jiang said, but no matter how powerful this hell cannon is, isn't it right now?

"Your Majesty asks to take Manila as soon as possible, how long does Zheng Zongbing think?" Shen Lian, who rarely spoke on the side, spoke.

"Manila's walls are unusually strong, and the firepower is fierce. I'm afraid that the only way to besiege is to take it, and when it can be captured depends on whether the reserves of various materials in the city are sufficient. Zheng Zhilong knew that his situation would soon be reported to His Majesty the Emperor, but he still said helplessly.

Shen Lian nodded and didn't speak again.

Although he couldn't take Manila for a while, Zheng Zhilong was not idle, he sent people to the vicinity to cut down wood and fill in the trenches. to facilitate the attack in Japan.

That night, Shen Lian came to Zheng Zhilong's tent.

"General Zheng, the fleet sent by His Majesty to support has departed.".

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