"Dong..."

A 24-pound solid bullet hit a battlement with high-speed kinetic energy. With the sound of violent impact, countless gravel and rubble flew around.

In a hidden military cave that could barely accommodate four or five people, several soldiers were huddled inside, listening to the sound of cannons and collisions from time to time, everyone, including Encos, showed helpless, numb and even despair on their faces.

Yes, this shelling has been going on for an entire hour and has not stopped until now, which also disappoints the Dutch soldiers who are looking forward to the attack of the opponent's infantry.

"Pooh……"

A strong soldier spat hard on the ground and shouted hoarsely: "I can't stand it anymore. I would rather go out and fight bayonets with those yellow monkeys than sit here and wait for death."

"As you wish, my soldier."

A voice sounded at the entrance of the Tibetan soldiers' cave, and then a figure appeared in front of these soldiers.

"Captain?"

It seemed that the rank of captain wearing the person who came was shocked at first and then stood up, but was stopped by the other party. The captain bent over and came in, tightly squeezing the already crowded military hole.

The captain smiled at them: "Soldiers, I am Captain Encos and the adjutant of Governor Sonod. Now I am ordered to select a hundred volunteers and leave here and destroy the artillery of the Ming army outside the city. Who do you want to go with me?"

There was silence in the Tibetan camp, no one answered, and almost everyone looked at Encos like a madman.

What a joke? Originally, guarding the city wall was already a high-risk job, but now I have to leave here with you to destroy the enemy's artillery fire. Isn't it like this to die?

Seeing that no one said anything, Encos smiled faintly. The soldiers' reflections were reflected in his expectations. After all, seeking profit and avoiding harm is human instinct, and no one is willing to die in vain.

So he next said: "In view of the danger of this mission, the Governor said that as long as the warriors are willing to go, everyone will have a reward of five Dutch guilds."

Five Dutch gulf?

Many people now have a strange look in their eyes. Now the Dutch national strength is at its peak, and the Dutch gust is quite strong. One Dutch gust = 4 lils (Spanish currency).

The salary of an ordinary Dutch soldier is 3.4 lils per month, and the five Dutch gulfs are equivalent to their salary for half a year. Thinking of this, the Dutch soldiers were a little excited, but then they thought of the danger of this mission, so they shook their heads again. Although the bounty is good, they must have a life-saving life.

Seeing that there were still no soldiers standing up, Encos frowned slightly, and then said: "Of course, this is just a reward given before completing the mission. If you can successfully destroy the artillery of the Ming army, you will also have a reward. Moreover, the Governor said that if the Ming army artillery cannons can be seized, he is willing to give a reward of one hundred Dutch guilt."

“Wow…”

Everyone couldn't help but feel an uproar. One hundred Dutch guilds, the money is equivalent to their ten years of salary. If they seize a few more cannons, they will earn back their life for the rest of their lives.

The tall Dutch soldier stood up and asked excitedly: "Captain, is this true?"

"Of course, I can guarantee this." Encos answered in a positive tone.

If you exchange a hundred Dutch gusts for a cannon worth thousands of Dutch gusts, you will not be willing to do such a business fool.

Hearing Encos's answer, the tall soldier nodded: "If this is the case, I'm the only one!"

"It's me too."

Man died of money and birds died of food. Under the temptation of huge bounties, another soldier soon joined.

In this way, Encos only took half a day to summon a hundred soldiers, and Sonod mobilized fifty slaves to his name.

He also assured the slaves that as long as the task was completed this time, in addition to the promised bounty, he would also give them the identity of civilians as a governor. Under the temptation of the bounty and civilian status, these slaves screamed like soccer balls with full breath.

After two hours of artillery bombardment, the Ming army began to launch an attack.

However, this attack encountered trouble, and the Dutch also knew that this was their last line of defense. Once it was broken, they could only die in battle except for surrender, so they all fought back desperately.

The muskets on the city walls were shot down one after another. Even the soldiers of the first battalion who were attacking wore helmets and stabbing suits, casualties were still inevitable.

Seeing that the first battalion's attack was blocked, Yang Feng immediately ordered the second, third and first battalions to attack the Dutch army from four directions at the same time. For a moment, the sound of artillery rumbling, mixed with shouts of killing, and the attack lasted for a whole day.

During the whole day, although the First Battalion launched five consecutive attacks, the Dutch army on the city wall blocked the city wall. Until the end of the evening, more than 300 people were injured and killed in the four battalions involved in the attack.

As night fell, all the sergeants except the sentries and patrolling sergeants fell asleep.

A group of Dutch soldiers in blue military uniforms and fifty slaves in various casual clothes came out of the castle under the cover of night and quietly touched the first city wall...

In Yang Feng's tent, Yang Feng was summoning officers at all levels to discuss the gains and losses of today's battle.

"Geng Bingyi, how did your first battalion fight today? Could it be that there hasn't been a war for half a month, and you can't even fight?"

Yang Feng sat on the head seat and scolded Geng Bingyi.

"During the third attack, you obviously had more than ten people attacked the city, but the reinforcements behind failed to keep up in time. They were driven down again by the Red-haired Japanese. What are you, a guerrilla general, for food?"

Seeing Yang Feng furious there, all the generals and officials were silent and did not dare to say anything. Although Yang Feng seemed easy to talk on weekdays, he was extremely strict during wartime. Once he caught the wrong place, he would not give anyone face.

"And you, Huang Jiye, what did your Third Battalion do today? It seems like you are not full. If it doesn't work, come down as soon as possible. I will transfer other troops up and don't stand in the pit and don't poop."

Huang Jiye hung his head and dared not tell.

"boom……"

Yang Feng wanted to say something, but a violent explosion came from the distance.

"That's the explosion of explosives. What's going on?"

"No, that's the direction of the artillery battalion. Something happened to the artillery battalion!"

All the officers in the tent stood up. The importance of the artillery battalion is unquestionable. If something happens, it will have a great impact on tomorrow's attack. If the artillery battalion is destroyed...
Chapter completed!