Although he said it harshly, when the city entered the range of the ship's artillery, even though there were not many shells left, he still tilted several rounds of artillery fire towards the city head.
When the Sihai fleet bombarded Champa, they opened fire directly on the sea. The wharf of Champa and the city a mile or two away were all within the range of the ship's general cannon. The artillery fire of the Spanish warships was obviously more powerful than the cannons on the ship.
The initial shelling of the Sihai fleet in the city was far inferior. Except for a few unlucky merchant ships on the pier that were unable to escape in time and were beaten to bruises or even directly sunk, the ten shells that bombarded the city were actually
Eight of them landed on the houses and roads between the pier and the venue, while the remaining two only hit the city walls without causing much damage.
Even so, it frightened half of Panluo's men and the Siamese soldiers. Before the Spaniards even landed, Panluo's henchmen had killed more than ten escaping soldiers, which was more than the number of people who were directly killed by cannonballs.
More to come.
After the Spaniards landed, these frightened soldiers poked their heads out from behind the city wall to take stock of the situation. The wave of people fleeing without a fight was barely stopped. Fortunately, it was only one or two hundred red-haired soldiers.
There are not many ghosts, but there are two to three thousand soldiers guarding the city!
Except for the manpower that Lyon left behind who could only drive the ship, he gathered the rest of the people ashore. That's it. The Spanish soldiers who came ashore were only more than a hundred and less than two hundred. This was already these two people.
A Spanish warship can exert its maximum power. For Lyon, this is also an adventure. If there are other ways, he will never be so desperate. If these two hundred people are lost in this damn place, he will
It will not be easy for these two ships to sail away again.
He can't help it!
There was insufficient food and fresh water, the ships were severely damaged, and the soldiers were in urgent need of a small victory to boost their morale. He didn't think it was such a glorious thing to fight these natives, but if he could occupy this place, it would be a blessing to him by the way.
He did not mind doing this to replenish and repair the fleet and then let the lost morale return to his soldiers.
The small and cautious Spaniards approached the city wall. The traces of damage left by the cannonballs of their warships could be seen everywhere on the road. They had reached a dangerous distance for facing muskets, but there was still no one on the top of the city.
There was no movement, and no one saw the city gate open, and suddenly a group of natives armed with spears and spears rushed out.
Panluo looked at his Tiger Crouching Artillery Team with red eyes. At this moment, behind each gunner stood a soldier holding a broadsword. That was his subordinate to prevent these guys from setting fire early and destroying the enemies who had not yet reached the city.
Scared them all away, these soldiers followed his orders and stood behind the gunner.
"Whoever fires early without my order will be killed immediately!" These were Panluo's original words. He did not have enough musketeers or archers. To kill these red-haired ghosts, he could only rely on surprise.
He still clearly remembered the lesson he learned when he captured the red-haired ghost's colony. If the red-haired ghost hadn't been deceived and gotten in, his squatting cannon with extremely short range would pose no threat to the opponent at all.
The opponent has cannons on the ship and muskets among the soldiers ashore. These extremely long-range firearms can bring destruction and panic to his army.
Seeing the Spaniards stopping and hesitating fifty or sixty steps away, he couldn't help but become very anxious. Did they discover something?
"Colonel, what are they shouting?" The adjutant followed his colonel closely. At the back of the team, when he saw Leon ordering the troops to stop and observe the other party's movements, he couldn't help but asked a little strangely.
"Who cares!" Leon replied casually, but he looked at the city head carefully. The faces of those Easterners all looked the same to him. These were not the targets of his attention. What he wanted to observe was whether the other party had any
What kind of hidden killings? If it was a colony of the Ming people, there might be Ming officers here, and so far, he has not seen a person wearing a Ming military uniform, let alone what he didn't want to see.
The Ming Dynasty firearms made him feel like a nightmare.
The boarding battle at sea that day left such a deep impression on him. He didn't even know that firearms had been used to such an extent in the East. Many people thought that in the East, with simple muskets, they were already the best.
Although they have achieved great military success, how could they know that the people of the Ming Dynasty played with various firearms so superbly if they had never suffered such losses?
"Go with ten of us, feint attack, and see what weapons these yellow-skinned monkeys have besides their bows and arrows!"
Leon ordered, and ten unlucky guys were singled out. One by one, they crouched and touched the simple city wall as if they were facing an enemy. From time to time, some people raised their heads, for fear that suddenly, a shadow would appear above their heads.
A platoon of soldiers holding muskets or bows and arrows!
When they were only twenty or thirty steps closer to the city wall, there was no rain of bullets or arrows overhead. Instead, the city gate that had been tightly closed opened with a creak, revealing a group of natives armed with long knives and spears.
The soldiers roared and rushed towards them.
"Bang bang!" Almost in unison, these ten people fired at the crowd that rushed over crazily. Then, without even looking at the results of the battle, they ran back holding their own muskets. At this time, they stood still.
Loading ammunition is something only fools do. At a distance of thirty-four steps, before you load the ammunition, the sharp long knives in the hands of those soldiers are enough to touch your own neck.
Among the soldiers who rushed out, a few fell to the ground immediately, but the others didn't even glance at their fallen comrades. They turned around the corner with red eyes and roared, and rushed towards the red-haired ghost group in front.
No one wanted to understand why these people were so crazy. At this time, they did not need to understand what motivated these people to go crazy. In the Spanish array that was ready to go, the officers shouted loudly and fled towards the team.
The soldiers lay down while directing the musketeers who had already entered the shooting posture to fire.
The soldiers Lyon brought ashore were not all musketeers, and there were not so many muskets on board. There were more than 200 people, probably forty or fifty, equipped with muskets. The others were all carrying cold weapons.
However, even these forty or fifty muskets, firing in turn, were not something that the dozens of natives who rushed towards them could withstand.
After the gunshots one after another, a pile of corpses was left under the city wall, as well as the bloody figures moaning and squirming among the corpses.