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"Let's go out of the city first, and then we will arrive at Maoshi soon. They will find out at dawn." Lu Jiang looked at the watch in his hand and said to Zheng Zhibao.

"You are this?"

Zheng Zhibao asked, pointing to the watch in his hand.

"Here, a watch. You can tell the time, it's very accurate." Lu Jiang smiled and raised the small Kamouou cube on his wrist.

"It was also from His Majesty?"

"Haha, yes. But only those above the rank of Thousand Household Officials have it."

Zheng Zhibao smacked his lips enviously. My elder brother is now in the army, but His Majesty has not rewarded him with a piece. It really is His Majesty's personal soldier. The treatment is really good.

"Let's go, General Zheng. Let's split up. I'll take people to the south of the city, and you to the north of the city. How about it?"

"it is good!"

The two led 50 people each, carried mortars and shells on their backs, and grabbed ropes and descended the city wall.

These 50 people were originally ten groups, each with a mortar, a gunner, and four gunners.

The first gunner carries the gun body and scope, the second gunner carries the gun mount, the third gunner carries the seat plate and shovel, and the fourth gunner carries five shells.

Everyone bowed their backs and quietly walked towards the direction where the Spaniards were stationed.

At this time, the sun had not yet jumped out of the horizon, and it was the darkest hour of the day. Coupled with the number of people, there was little movement, and the Spaniards did not find their traces at all.

With the lessons learned last time, Franco learned a lot of wisdom from the experience. He made full preparations to prevent the nighttime raids of the rebels in the city.

Needless to say, soldiers are sent to patrol at night, and the soldiers are also ready to fight, and strive to fight when they get up.

After a whole night like this, when the sky turned white, the soldiers who watched the night completely relaxed their vigilance.

But they don't know that the crisis is coming quietly.

In a patch of grass a mile away from their camp, Zheng Zhibao had been lying there for a quarter of an hour.

Seeing the sun rising and his sight getting better and better, he quietly issued an order.

Ten groups of soldiers moved quietly.The first gunner, the second gunner, and the third gunner assembled the mortar body, gun mount, scope and other components together, and the fourth gunner removed the shells, lined them up, and put them aside.

After several gunners finished their work, the gunner squatted in front of the mortar, and his home field was next.

Zheng Zhibao looked at the familiar operation of a group of people, and felt that their movements were skillful, obviously it was not the first time they used it.

While the gunner was adjusting the mortar, the Spaniards in the distance noticed something was wrong here.

"Is there someone over there?" A soldier rubbed his eyes.

"Where is it? Eh? Someone is there. Let your boss know!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

The soldier yelled loudly without hesitation.

His yell alarmed Franco, who had just woken up. He hurriedly crawled out of the tent, went to the edge of the camp, picked up the binoculars and looked at where Zheng Zhibao was.

Huh?

What are they messing with?

Eh?

What does this guy mean by giving me the thumbs up?

It's not interesting, Zheng Zhibao also saw Franco through the binoculars, and Zheng Zhibao was keenly aware that this person's status was not low.So I told a gunner to shoot in Franco's direction. After looking through the binoculars, the gunner gave Franco a thumbs up.

"Cannonballs ready!" The gunners moved in unison and placed the cannonballs at the muzzle.

"put!"

boom!

Ten shells flew out with a bang.

Franco was startled by the sound of the mortar firing, and subconsciously lay down on the ground.

Fortunately, he responded in a timely manner. Since it was the first shot, the angle of the mortar was not adjusted perfectly. The shell exploded more than ten meters behind Franco, but did not hurt Franco.

The shells were so powerful that there were basically no soldiers who could stand within ten meters of the explosion.

And such shells fired a total of ten rounds, except for two that were too far away and did not cause any damage, all eight shells exploded in their camp.

But the mortar has another advantage, and that is its fast rate of fire.

Before everyone could react, another ten shells roared down from the sky.

This time, only one shot was missed, and the others were hit.

Ten rounds!

Ten rounds!

The gunners fired all the shells in one go, and then quickly disassembled the mortar, carrying their own things, and ran towards Balanga quickly.

At this time, the Spanish camp was already in a mess.The bomb craters were scattered irregularly throughout the camp. The closer to the bomb craters, the worse the soldiers' condition, with stumps and broken arms everywhere.Screams and shouts wafted through the wounds of the camp, creating a mess.

After a long time, Franco shook his buzzing head from the shock, pushed away the corpse on his body, and slowly got up.

Seeing the miserable situation in our own camp, tears flowed out.

What kind of cannon is this?

Even though it is so small, how can the blooming bomb inside have such a great power?

He found the telescope that fell on the ground, wiped the lens with the corner of his clothes, and looked towards the place where the other party launched.It turned out that the other party had already arrived at the base of the city wall with something on his back, and was climbing up.

He put down the binoculars dejectedly, stayed in a daze for a while, forced himself to calm down, and began to organize soldiers to rescue the wounded and extinguish the fire caused by the shell explosion.

After being busy for nearly an hour, Franco was free to sit down.

The number of casualties just now has been counted.

A total of more than 400 casualties, more than 100 people died on the spot, more than 200 people basically lost combat effectiveness, and the rest were slightly injured.

Franco sat blankly on the grass, not knowing what he was thinking.

When the battle has come to this, no matter how you think about it, how aggrieved.

So many people died without fighting each other, not only that, the artillery was also lost.How can I explain to the governor!

Just as he was in a daze, a soldier ran over.

"My lord, Lord Rojas is dead!"

"What!?" Franco looked up at the soldier running from the north, his eyes full of shock.

"The rebels in the city bombarded our camp just now, Lord Rojas was killed on the spot!"

Franco didn't know what to say.

Rojas is the highest-ranking officer other than himself among the officers sent this time. Although he is often scolded by himself, the relationship between the two is actually good in private.

"How many casualties do you have!?"

"Nearly five hundred! More than 100 of them died on the spot!" the soldier said with a mournful face.He was terrified. He had just woken up and was peeing on the grass. A shell fell not far from him, and his pants were wet.

Then the shells swished down, and the soldiers in the camp were blown to pieces.

After Zheng Zhibao returned to the city, he stood on the city wall and looked into the distance with a telescope. He was also shocked by the results of the mortars under the windows.Judging from the chaos in the opponent's camp, the casualties may not be small.

Just feeling emotional, Lu Jiang came back.

"Zheng Bing, how about it, this mortar is quite powerful!"

"Pretty good!"

"Haha, this is not the end, just watch, the injured may not survive."