After the shelling, the battlefield fell into silence. In addition to the faint pungent smell of smoke that still floated from time to time, it proved that a shelling just happened just now, it seemed that the shelling just now was an illusion.

Clustered by officers, Field was listening to Castro's report.

"Governor General, the result of this shelling has come out." Castro said with a solemn expression. "In the shelling just now, the enemy carried out nine rounds of shelling on us and fired nearly four hundred shells. We killed twelve people and seriously injured twenty-nine people, most of whom were young and strong, and the losses were not great."

Although Castro's expression was serious, Field could still see a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Under the intensive shelling of the other party, they only suffered a few casualties, which can be said to be a very impressive achievement.

As the saying goes, a cannon is 10,000 taels of gold when it fires. Before the industrialization era, both artillery and ammunition are not cheap. Take Spain for example. A thirty-two-pound cannon contains three parts: projectiles, gunpowder, and cannon holders. At least one dobron (gold coin). After the shelling just now, hundreds of dobrons were gone.

I would like to mention here that the Spanish currency in the 17th century consists of three currencies: Dobron (gold coin), Pisto (silver coin), and Escudo.

One Dobron is equal to eight Pistolls, and one Pistoll is equal to two Escudos.

Nearly four hundred dobrons are equivalent to the salary of the Governor Field, the governor of half a year. The consumption is so large but the harvest is so small. Castro believes that the Ming army will not be so stupid and continues to carry out such futile attacks.

Field nodded with satisfaction, and returned to his face with arrogance, saying with a pretentious attitude: "I believe those Ming people have also realized this, so they will definitely be very worried about it. Should they continue to spend precious gold coins to bombard our castle or withdraw in annoyance? I am very much looking forward to seeing the expression of the Marquis of the Ming Dynasty."

"Hahaha……"

The officers around him laughed with great relief. As the Spanish had worked hard to run for decades, the strength of Fort San Petro is naturally unquestionable, which can be seen from the shelling just now.

On the surface, the south wall of San Petro Castle was blown up and filled with potholes, just like a big cake gnawed by old books, but this scar can be repaired in less than half a day.

So the shelling just now was useless to them, not to mention that they have now used bags of cloth bags filled with soil to lay the entire castle on a layer, so that the castle's resistance will be stronger.

"Look, look... the Ming army has started attacking!" Suddenly someone shouted loudly from the side.

Everyone looked forward and found that a square array originally arranged on the left suddenly spread out to the left and right. At first, someone was carrying engineering equipment such as cloud ladder shield trucks and other engineering equipment slowly approaching the southern city wall.

Seeing hundreds of Ming soldiers wearing dark green uniforms slowly approaching the city wall with muskets, an officer immediately said, "Governor General, order the artillery fire?"

Field shook his head slowly: "No, wait a minute. The distance between the two sides is too far, and the distance between them is too scattered. We'd better wait."

"yes!"

Field ignored the officer, gave a casual order, and raised the Qianlijing with a serious expression and continued to observe.

The attack formation of the Jiangning Army is very strange, which runs contrary to the popular dense array method in the West.

Now the West has just begun to enter the age of firearms. Since everyone uses front-mounted smoothbore guns, the accuracy of this kind of musket is not very good. Once the bullets are shot more than 80 meters, whether they can hit the target can only be done with the flow. Therefore, the Western world now adopts the tactic of queuing up in dense formations to kill the enemy.

This tactic was later regarded as a fight between two fools. You punch me and I punch you, and then see who falls first. Although it seems so stupid that you can't be stupid anymore, there is no way. After all, the accuracy of the firearm is too bad now. Whether it can hit someone depends entirely on luck. Only this tactic can maximize the power of the smoothbore gun.

But today Field saw another completely different tactic. The soldiers of the Ming army were all scattered, and each person was at least four to five meters away from each other. This distance could not exert the power of the rifled rifle.

An officer immediately exclaimed: "Are these Ming soldiers crazy? What's the difference between doing this and dying?"

Some smart officers also retorted: "No... this is not a death sentence. Their formation can effectively avoid our artillery fire!"

"But if they are in war, they cannot concentrate their firepower to counterattack, so what is the point of their charge?"

"Now they can at least survive. If they don't have life, what will they fight back?"

"It would be better not to charge, so that I can save my life better?"

Several officers started arguing as they spoke, and the more they quarreled, the more fierce the quarrels, which made Field a little unhappy. Castro knew his boss best. Seeing Field frowned, he quickly scolded him.

"Enough, why are you quarreling? Since the Ming people have formed such a formation, there is naturally their reason. All we have to do is to block them outside the city wall and kill them to the greatest extent, that's all."

A messenger ran to them panting and asked for instructions: "Governor General, the enemy is only three hundred meters away from the city wall. Major Hector sent someone to ask if he could fire a cannon!"

Field and Castro looked at each other and nodded slowly: "Tell Hector that you can fire and let them hit the right point!"

"clear!"

After the messenger took the order and left, Field said to Castro again: "Send someone to notify the soldiers immediately. Once the Ming army enters a distance of 200 meters, it will immediately enter the shooting position. After reaching a distance of 100 meters, it can open fire freely."

"I get it." Castro nodded solemnly.

"boom……"

Just as the three of them were talking, the Spanish artillery on the city wall finally fired, and solid bullets flew towards the Ming army that was heading towards the city wall with a whistling sound.

"Scatter... and spread... and widen the distance..."

A squad waved to the sergeant beside him and shouted loudly. However, when he was shouting, he did not notice a shell falling from the sky and concentrating his head.

With a "pop" sound, his head disappeared immediately. The remaining headless corpse fell heavily to the ground after shaking for a while, and blood spurted out from the broken neck.

The shell that hit a long shot jumped and leaped for more than ten meters before it stopped rolling...
Chapter completed!