The gunshots in the sky were still ringing slowly. From time to time, soldiers or Min Zhuang, who were recruited to defend the city wall, were shot and screamed loudly. A stretcher team responsible for transporting wounded people kept shuttled against the city wall with gun bullets.

But soon, pieces of wooden boards or door panels were urgently transported to the city wall. After the soldiers took these things, they blocked the things over their heads, which reduced casualties to a certain extent.

As the casualties decreased, Field and the officers breathed a sigh of relief. If the situation just now could not be improved, the morale of the soldiers would collapse soon.

This situation was naturally noticed by Yang Feng and Jiangning Army generals in the distance. Seeing the Spanish soldiers on the city wall staring at the door panels huddled under the foot of the wall, they couldn't help laughing, "Do those red-haired ghosts think we are just the means? They are also underestimating us."

While speaking, the hot air balloons began to move slowly, floating all the way over the city wall before stopping. Then they saw small black dots flashing with fire falling from the hanging basket under the hot air balloon.

A second lieutenant wearing a gray military uniform hid under the battlements suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted: "Look...what is that?"

"Swoosh..."

"boom……"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang, and a violent explosion sounded less than twenty meters away from him. Two soldiers hiding nearby were swallowed by the smoke that suddenly rose up. It turned out that the small black spots falling from the sky were enemies of ten thousand people.

"It's a bomb, the Ming people are throwing bombs!"

"Do not...don't..."

One after another, the explosions rang out one after another. The Spanish soldiers who thought that with the door panel, they could not be afraid of bullets shot from the sky found themselves wrong. Since the Ming people invented such things that could reach the sky, how could their attack methods be only a little bit?

A major said to Field in a tremolo voice: "Governor General, what should we do now? Should we let the soldiers on the walls be removed first?"

"Absolutely not possible!" Before Field could speak, Castro opposed: "Soldiers on the city wall must not be withdrawn. Once the soldiers withdraw from the city wall, it means that we give up the city wall, and the Ming people can occupy the city wall without any effort. Without the city wall, can Fort San Petro still defend it?"

"But are we just watching the Ming people slaughter our soldiers like this?" The major pointed to the soldiers who ran away with their heads on the city wall and said angrily: "I would rather let these soldiers die bravely in battle than let them be slaughtered like lambs to be slaughtered!"

Looking at the major with tears in their eyes, everyone was silent.

They also thought in advance that San Petro Castle might fall under the fierce attack of the Ming people, but they never thought that the war would go on in this way.

It was less than an hour since the beginning of the battle, and at least hundreds of soldiers were killed on the battlefield, while no one was injured or killed. All the other party had to do was stand comfortably under the original monster in the sky and shoot at the Spanish soldiers on the city wall with the musket in his hand like a wild duck.

What these officers cannot accept is not the heavy casualties or the fierce battles, but the other party can slaughter arbitrarily, but the other party has no way to fight back. This kind of emotional despair that is most affected by military morale and morale.

Everyone's eyes looked at Field, the supreme commander.

As the highest commander of Spain's dispatch of Luzon, Field's pressure is undoubtedly the greatest. It is no exaggeration to say that the life and death of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the entire San Petro Fort are now in his hands.

After closing his eyes and forcibly calm himself down, Field asked Castro: "If we continue to fight like this, how long can we last?"

Castro said helplessly: "Governor General, if we cannot defeat the round monsters above our heads, we can hold on for up to three days if we follow this trend."

Mitchell's lips trembled, but he finally swallowed the words to his mouth.

In fact, it was not only him, but the officers around him were all like a mirror in their hearts. Castro was still bragging. Not to mention three days, as long as the six monsters above their heads continued to throw bombs on the city wall, it would not take long for the defenders at the South Gate to collapse at any time.

Once the defenders at the South City Gate collapse, tens of thousands of Ming troops who had been waiting outside would flock in. At that time, they might either die in the battlefield or become prisoners of Ming people tonight. There would definitely be no third possibility.

How could Castro hide his words from Field? The reason why he asked this was simply to hear the opinions of this confidant.

Listening to the constant explosions and screams coming from outside, Field gritted his teeth, "Castro!"

Castro straightened his body and shouted: "Governor General, please give an order!"

"Order the troops to withdraw from the city walls and occupy the main streets and buildings. As long as we are not directly exposed to their sight, the Ming people in the sky will not be able to discover us. We will fight the Ming people in various streets and houses!"

"What?"

"God...can this work?"

As soon as Field's words came out, everyone was shocked.

There was no word street fighting in this era. Before that, whether in the East or the West, the battlefield would be placed in the wild or on the city walls when fighting.

Because in the era of cold weapons, once the city wall is lost, the guards have no way to resist the powerful attack of the attackers. Even if they retreat to the city, they can only become a turtle in the jar. This situation has not changed even now.

When Field suddenly made an order to withdraw from the city and continue to resist, even Castro, the confidant, was shocked and said quickly: "Governor General, if we give up the city wall, it would be equivalent to giving up the resistance. What should we use to resist the attack of the Ming people at that time?"

"That's better than staying on the city wall and waiting to die?" Field said coldly: "At least we need to retreat into the city. We don't have to worry about the bullets and bombs from the top of our heads. Our soldiers can also concentrate on fighting with the Ming army. Even if they die, they can die more valuable!"

Everyone was silent, they found that Field's words were very reasonable, and they were speechless.

Either they are waiting for death here for nothing, or they can at least fight the Ming army if they retreat to the city.

This question of choosing one of two seems not difficult to choose.
Chapter completed!