The originally sparse formation of the natives gradually became denser.
As the natives got closer and closer to the fortress, the Liberation Army also made preparations to engage the enemy.
Zhu Hongyu was not in the two bastions, but in the camp, ready to command the army at any time and send reinforcements to the two bastions.
The two people responsible for the defense of the bastion are Shi Yongxin and Ryuyama Tai.
The fortress currently facing the enemy is the one Shi Yongxin is in charge of.
Shi Yongxin was wearing a breastplate, looking intently at the dark natives outside the fortress, with a cold face and murderous intent in his eyes.
"Send the order, the fort is ready!"
"The enemy is close to 300 meters, use shotgun!"
"Command the musketeers to prepare, the enemy is close to thirty meters, three rows of fire!"
"promise!"
The messenger soldiers around him took the order and went to deliver the order.
In the fort, the gunner began to estimate the distance and adjust the shooting parameters of the three artillery pieces.
Among the three artillery pieces in the fort now, apart from the two captured by the Spaniards, there is one that was cast by the Liberation Army themselves.
If fighting on flat ground, with the current training of the Liberation Army, it is indeed impossible to fire three rows of fire at 30 meters.
Shooting a volley from 60 to 70 meters is already very difficult!
However, the Liberation Army now occupies a geographical advantage and has a bastion and fort as a backing for defense.
Is it difficult to hit a thirty-meter round shot?
As long as we ensure timely artillery support and ensure the density of firepower delivery, there will be absolutely no problem.
It’s a good time to use this process to train troops!
Once the Liberation Army gets used to firing three rows of rounds at an enemy thirty meters away, they might be able to do this even on flat ground.
Some natives rushed into the 300-meter range!
The artillery in the fort is ready to fire at any time!
"beat!"
When a large number of natives rushed into the 300-meter range, Shi Yongxin gave the order.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three artillery pieces fired one after another, making a roaring sound.
A large amount of gunpowder smoke rose from the muzzle, and dense pellets blasted out from the muzzle, hitting the natives who were rushing towards them.
The bullets are like rain, harvesting human lives wherever they pass.
The natives who rushed at the front were almost beaten into sieves by shotguns. As the blood mist filled the air, the beaten bodies fell to the ground.
The kinetic energy of the shotgun was not consumed, and it passed through the body, sifting through several people behind the native.
Wherever the shotgun passed, it was like farmland swept by a hurricane, and the natives fell to the ground like wheat seedlings.
The Liberation Army's three artillery batteries fired a salvo, and more than a dozen charging natives fell to the ground.
Most of the natives who were hit by shotguns were killed!
But some people were lucky enough not to be hit in any vital parts and survived the bombardment.
Seriously wounded soldiers lay on the battlefield, letting out shrill wails.
Seeing this scene, Shi Yongxin was delighted with the results of the bombardment and ordered.
"Quick, the artillery is reloaded!"
"Ready to shoot!"
Under the shelling, the natives' charge slowed down.
But they did not stop. The casualties of only a dozen people did not frighten these fierce natives.
The reason why their charging speed slowed down was simply because they were afraid of the sound of cannons.
Under the urging of the indigenous leaders, the indigenous people continued to attack.
The cry of killing, the roar resounded throughout the valley!
The natives rushed to a distance of 140 meters before the second round of shelling was ready.
Boom! Boom!
Three consecutive cannon shots were fired, and the Liberation Army still fired shotguns.
Due to the close distance, the hit rate of this round of shelling was frighteningly high.
Thousands of shotgun blasts swept past, and the natives in the front row fell to the ground like wheat.
In just the blink of an eye, thirty or forty people fell to the ground and died tragically, beaten into sieves by shotguns.
The small open space in front of the bastion turned into a flesh and blood mill.
Broken limbs and broken arms were scattered all over the ground, blood gathered into streams, and the smell of blood was soaring to the sky.
The momentum of the indigenous people was restrained, and fear spread like venom on their faces that were originally full of fanaticism and ferociousness.
They are indeed more wild, but no one can bear the charge with the shotgun!
People are falling to the ground in rows, and even the bravest person can't help but tremble with fear!
"Keep rushing, keep rushing!"
"The Chinese artillery is finished. As long as we rush up before they load it, their artillery will be useless!"
The lone wolf stood in the crowd, roaring desperately, commanding his tribe to charge forward.
After two rounds of squeezing, nearly fifty people fell under the guns of the Liberation Army, but our side was unable to cause any damage to the opponent.
This is something that Lone Wolf absolutely cannot accept. He cannot just watch the warriors in his tribe die in vain.
He wanted to rush forward, kill all the Chinese, chop off their heads, and use them as medals for his lone wolf to show off his bravery.
Encouraged by the lone wolf, the natives who originally stood still and did not dare to move forward launched a charge again.
Amidst the shouts of killing, countless natives rushed forward.
Shi Yongxin ordered the fort to be loaded quickly and ordered the musketeers to be ready to fire.
The natives rushed faster and faster, many of the natives took out climbing tools such as flying claws, and some even carried long ladders up.
Since they were preparing for a surprise attack, they were naturally well prepared!
"The enemy is thirty meters away!"
"We have all the musketeers, aim! Get ready!"
"put!"
After the natives rushed within thirty meters, the musketeers on the bastion finally pulled the trigger.
The sixty musketeers were divided into three rows, with twenty men in each row.
A volley is twenty flintlock muskets firing at the same time!
Because flintlock guns were used, the distance between people was very close, and the barrage fired was very dense.
After a row of volleys was completed, gunpowder smoke filled the air. Due to the terrain, the indigenous people, who were extremely densely packed, once again fell down a large area.
This round of salvos almost never missed!
But before the natives could react, the second round of volleys began.
The first row of 20 people retreated after fighting and began to reload. The second row moved forward, held their guns, aimed, and pulled the triggers.
Bang! Bang bang!
A neat row of gunshots sounded, smoke filled the air, and lead bullets flew everywhere.
The natives were hit hard again, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people fell to the ground.
After the second row is finished, it retreats to reload, and the third row moves forward!
Bang! Bang bang!
There was another neat and intensive burst of gunfire.
Under the bastion, screams and wails were heard.
The terrain in front of the bastion was really too narrow, with a width of only fifty or sixty meters. After the natives rushed under the bastion, they were basically crowded.
Even if the accuracy of the musket is poor, it is almost one shot!
After three rounds of volley fire, the soldiers in the first platoon were only halfway loaded, causing a gap in firepower delivery.
However, before the natives had time to be happy, the artillery in the fort opened fire!
boom!
An artillery piece opened fire, sending pellets flying.
The shrapnel swept everything like a strong wind!
In just the blink of an eye, dozens of people were swept away by shotguns and all died tragically.
The long ladder was also shattered by shotguns, and wood chips were scattered everywhere!
The flying claw hooked into the wall, and several natives jumped up, but as soon as they emerged, a steel knife cut into his skull.
Brains and blood are gushing out everywhere!
After a few breaths, the second cannon opened fire.
The dense formation of the natives once again suffered a critical attack, resulting in numerous casualties.
The scene in front of the bastion was no different from a living hell.