The formations of the natives, which were originally sparse, gradually became denser.

As the indigenous people got closer to the bastion, the Restoration Army was also ready to take over the enemy.

Zhu Hongyu was not in the two bastions, but was in the camp, ready to command the army at any time and send reinforcements to the two bastions.

The two responsible for the defense of the castle were Shi Yongxin and Liu Shantai.

The bastion that is facing the enemy is now the one Shi Yongxin is responsible for.

Shi Yongxin was wearing a breastplate and looked at the dark natives outside the basin with a calm look. His face was cold and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Send the order, the turret is ready!"

"The enemy is nearly 300 meters tall, and they are shot!"

"The messenger is ready. The enemy is nearly thirty meters and there are three rows of round shots!"

"promise!"

The messenger beside him received the order and went to send the order.

In the turret, the gunner began to estimate the distance and adjusted the shooting elements of the three cannons.

Now, in addition to the two captured Spaniards, there is another three cannons in the fort that were the two cannons that were cast by the Restoration Army itself.

If it is a flat ground battle, with the current training of the Restoration Army, it is indeed impossible to hit three rows of round shots with thirty meters.

It's already very difficult to shoot a volley of sixty or seventy meters!

However, now the Restoration Army is occupying the advantage of geographical advantages, with a bastion turret as a backing to defend.

Is it difficult to shoot a thirty-meter round?

As long as the artillery fire support is ensured in a timely manner and the firepower delivery density is guaranteed, there will be absolutely no problem.

It just happened to be a process of training!

When the Restoration Army got used to the enemy's three rows of round shots nearly 30 meters, even if they reached the flat ground, they might be able to play like this.

Some natives rushed into the range of three hundred meters!

The cannons in the turret are 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! Bang!

Three cannons fired one after another, and the sound of guns rumbled.

A large amount of smoke rose from the muzzle, dense shots blasted out from the muzzle, and shot overwhelmingly towards the natives who were rushing over.

Shotballs are like rain, and they can reap life wherever they pass.

The natives who rushed in the front were almost beaten into a sieve by shotguns. The blood mist filled the body, which was beaten into a sieve, fell to the ground.

The kinetic energy of the shotgun was not consumed, and it passed through the body, and even the people behind the native were sieve.

Wherever the shotgun passed, it was like farmland swept by a hurricane, and the natives fell to the ground like wheat seedlings.

The volley of three artillery artillery at the Restoration Army's fortress fell to the ground.

Most of the natives swept by the shotgun were killed!

But some people were lucky enough to be hit by the vitals and survived the shelling.

The seriously injured lying on the battlefield, making a scathing sound.

Seeing this scene, Shi Yongxin was delighted by the result of the shelling and ordered.

"Quick, reload the artillery!"

"Prepare to shoot!"

Under the shelling, the natives' charge slowed down.

But they did not stop. The casualties of just a dozen people would not make these fierce indigenous people feel fear.

The reason why their charge slowed down was only because they were afraid of the sound of cannons.

Under the urging of the indigenous leaders, the indigenous people continued to launch an attack.

The shouts of killing sounded and the roars resounded throughout the river valley!

The natives rushed into a distance of 140 meters before the second round of artillery was ready.

Boom! Boom boom!

Three consecutive cannon sounds, and the Restoration Army still attacked shotguns.

Due to the close distance, the hit rate of this round of artillery is extremely high.

The dense shotgun swept past, and the natives in the front row fell to the ground like harvesting wheat.

In just a blink of an eye, thirty or forty people fell to the ground and died tragically, and were beaten into a sieve by shotguns.

A small open space in front of the bastion turned into a flesh-and-blood mill.

The ground was covered with broken limbs and broken arms, and blood gathered into a stream, and the smell of blood soared into the sky.

The indigenous people's rushing down, and their originally frenzied faces spread like venom.

They are indeed wild, but no one can withstand the charge against the shotgun!

People fall to the ground one by one, and even the bravest people can't help but be frightened!

"Continue to rush, continue to rush!"

"The Chinese cannons are finished. As long as we rush up before they load them, their cannons will be useless!"

The lone wolf stood in the crowd, roaring desperately, directing his tribe members to charge forward.

After two rounds of exclusion, nearly fifty people fell under the guns of the Restoration Army, but his side was unable to cause any damage to the other side.

This is something that the lone wolf could never accept. He could not watch the warriors in his tribe die in vain.

He wanted to rush up, kill all the Chinese, cut off their heads, and treat them as his lone wolf's medal of heroism.

Inspired by the lone wolf, the natives who had stopped in place and dared not move forward again launched a charge.

Amid the shouts of killing, countless natives rushed forward.

Shi Yongxin ordered the loading of the fort to be quickly completed and ordered the musketeers to prepare for fire.

The natives rushed faster and faster. Many natives took out flying claws and other climbing tools, and some even came up with long ladders.

Since they are preparing to raid, they are naturally prepared!

"The enemy is nearly thirty meters!"

"There are all musketeers, aim! Prepare!"

"put!"

After the indigenous people rushed to a range of thirty meters, the musketeers on the bastion finally pulled the trigger.

Sixty musketeers were divided into three rows, one row and twenty people.

A row of volleys was a fire that was twenty flintlock guns opened together!

Since the flintlock rifle is used, the distance between people is very close, and the barrage shots are very dense.

A row of volleys ended, and smoke filled the air. The indigenous people, who were extremely crowded due to the terrain, once again fell down a large area.

This round of volley shots almost failed!

But before the natives could react, the second round of volleys began.

Twenty people in the first row retreated after the fight and started loading. The second row forward, took the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang bang!

The neat sound of gunfire sounded, gunpowders filled with smoke, and lead bullets flew everywhere.

The natives suffered another heavy blow, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people fell to the ground.

After finishing the second row, return and load, and move forward in the third row!

Bang! Bang bang!

Another neat and dense gunfire.

Under the brink of the brink of screams and wailing sounded.

The terrain in front of the basin is really too narrow, only fifty or sixty meters wide. After the natives rushed to the bottom of the basin, they were basically crowded.

Even if the correct head of the smoothbore gun is bad, it will almost be one shot at a time!

After the three-wheeled platoon shooting, the soldiers in the first row were only half loaded, and the firepower was sent to form a fault.

However, before the natives could be happy, the cannons in the fort opened fire!

boom!

A cannon fired, and shotguns flew together.

The shrapnel swept everything like a strong wind!

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were swept by shotguns and all died tragically.

The long ladder was also smashed by shotguns, and wood chips splashed everywhere!

The flying claw hooked to the wall, and several natives rushed up, but they just came out and a steel knife slashed into his skull.

Brain and blood were gushing everywhere!

After a few breaths, the second cannon opened fire.

The indigenous people with dense formations were once again hit critically, with countless casualties and injuries.

The scene in front of the bastion is no different from the living hell.
Chapter completed!