Seeing that the defenders actually started to build cloth bags on the city wall, Qiu Disheng's white-haired sweat immediately stood up.

Using a cloth bag filled with soil as a bunker can effectively reduce the impact of shells and reduce casualties. The Jiangning Army had long realized this. However, in the past battles with the Qing soldiers, no one of the Qing Tartars who only believed in the sabre and the war horses under their crotch realized this. Therefore, in the battle with the Jiangning Army, the Qing Tartars only knew about rushing around or using shield chariots and shields to try to block muskets and cannons, but they all became unjust souls under the cannon.

Today I only had a brief fight with the Spaniards, but the quality shown by the Spaniards is surprising.

Their castle is not only strong, but also considered bulletproof at the beginning of its design. Although the shelling just now was very lively, the casualties caused were actually not large. At best, there were only a dozen people, and the casualties ratio was already very low.

In the shelling just now, the Jiangning Army fired more than 300 shells, a total of more than 10,000 kilograms of supplies, but only caught more than ten casualties from the other party. If it continues to fight with such efficiency, if it wants to win the San Petro Fort, Yang Feng will have to go bankrupt.

Behind a hillside not far away, Yang Feng, accompanied by Geng Bingyi and other officers, observed the situation on the city wall. Chu Maoguang shook his head and said in amazement: "The red-haired ghost is very good at studying firearms. You see, in just a while, their young and strong people spread the walls with soil bags on the city wall. This is to prevent our artillery. And the speed is so fast that most of them were prepared in just a while, which shows that they were prepared."

"Well, that's true. With these cloth bags in this way, the effect of our cannons will be greatly weakened." The officers around were also talking.

Yang Feng didn't say anything. These Spaniards were indeed different from their previous opponents and actually came up with such a way to guard against their artillery.

You should know that the current artillery cannons cannot be compared with later generations in terms of range or power. Even if the most powerful thirty-two-pound shells hit and hit those cloth bags filled with soil, their power will be absorbed by the cloth bags, so that the destructive power will plummetly.

"Since the solid bullet is not good, let's try it with the flower bullet." Someone suggested.

But it was immediately refuted: "The flowering bullets may not be possible. Those cloth bags filled with soil are the best bunkers. Even if they can blow up one or two cloth bags, it is not of much use. People still don't want us to do this. How much silver is a bag? How much silver is a flowering bullet?"

The cost of a flowering bullet requires at least two taels of silver, which is equivalent to a month's military salary. A slightly cheaper sack is only ten cents at best. It is really cost-effective to trade one or two broken sacks for one flowering bullet.

After discussing for a long time, there was no discussion on how to deal with it. Everyone scratched their heads.

Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, Yang Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one by himself, and threw most of the remaining bags to Geng Bingyi. Geng Bingyi took one and threw it to Chu Maoguang next to him. Soon, everyone except Liu Xiang began to suck the clouds and fog.

After smoking a cigarette for most of the time, Yang Feng then looked at Geng Bingyi and smiled and said, "Old Geng, tell me what you think? How long do you think the San Petro Castle will be defeated?"

It's Geng Bingyi's turn to sit on the slap. Last night he was a representative figure who advocated a quick battle, but now the Spanish slapped him hard with the facts.

At this moment, he felt a little hot and embarrassed. The slap came too quickly, and Geng Bingyi was not even prepared at all.

Faced with Yang Feng's question, Geng Bingyi gritted his teeth and whispered: "Marquis, in this matter, he underestimated his enemy and asked the Marquis to punish him."

"You have indeed underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Red-haired Japanese." Yang Feng said in a deep voice: "Although I always tell you in daily life, we must move forward in battle, and being timid in our heads and tails is what a coward is called.

But today I want to tell you that it is true that moving forward is true, but this must be based on the premise of fully understanding the enemy, otherwise it will be reckless."

Seeing that some people were a little dissatisfied, Yang Feng sneered, "Why, I'm not convinced? Don't look at the Spaniards that have not fought back until now, because our 32-pound cannons have taken advantage of them. The range of the Red-haired Japanese guns is not as good as ours, so they can only be beaten passively. But if we wait until we launch an attack, I think you will see the enthusiasm of the Spaniards! Who would you want to try it?"

No one said anything. Although there were still several thousand presidents with resentment on their faces, these people actually understood that the enemies they encountered this time were completely different from those they had encountered in the past. This was a unit like them, almost all of which were pure firearms. It was almost impossible to abuse them with the muskets in their hands as they used to. The reason why they showed this expression was just because they could not let go of their face.

Yang Feng also saw their expressions, but he didn't plan to say anything else. Some things were more useful than he emphasized once when they experienced them a hundred times.

After thinking about it, Yang Feng said to Geng Bingyi: "Old Geng, the First Battalion is the elite of our Jiangning Army. If there were any big and bad battles in the past, the first thing that I thought of was the First Battalion.

We are just discussing how powerful the Spaniards are or are vulnerable, and we have to try it myself. I think we should launch an attack."

Geng Bingyi immediately understood in an instant that his boss had said so much, and his feelings were to let his battalion explore the way for the entire army.

Seeing Geng Bingyi standing there and not talking, Yang Feng asked lightly: "Why... Geng Guerrilla is not willing?"

"Oops!"

Geng Bingyi was immediately shocked. Yang Feng's name for him had been compiled from Old Geng to Geng Bingyi. Although it sounded quite formal, Geng Bingyi knew what this meant. Being unfamiliar also meant being alienated. If he dared to shirk his words, let alone going further, he might not be able to keep his hats now.

"Don't worry, Mr. Marquis, I personally lead the team this time. I must see the Red-haired Japanese, the majesty of our Jiangning Army!"

"It's not the Jiangning Army, it's the majesty of our Ming army." Yang Feng immediately added.

"Okay, I'll give you a quarter of an hour to prepare. After a quarter of an hour, they will launch an attack. Remember not to be too big, just a little smaller."

"clear!"
Chapter completed!