The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 98

When the official sees him, he has to salute first!
In the past, the high-ranking landlord in the village had to kowtow to him!

Thinking of this, Wu Laoliu was not tired in an instant, and his whole body was full of energy.

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After half a day's march, Wu Laoliu and his party arrived at the Jumu tribe.

A native of the crocodile tribe who was in charge of leading them stood up, pointed to a large-scale camp at the foot of the mountain not far away, and spoke in half-baked Chinese.

"That's the camp of the giant wood tribe!"

"I will leave it to you to conquer the fortifications. When you break through the Jumu tribe's camp, our warriors will take over the battle."

Hu Dinggao, who led the team, nodded and said.

"Okay, tell your people to prepare in advance!"

Having said that, Hu Dinggao waved his hands to get the Liberation Army ready for battle.

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In the direction of the Jumu tribe's camp, behind the wall made of huge logs, there is a large group of panic-stricken natives.

At this moment, the entire Jumu tribe, from nobles to slaves, was panicking.

The news of the leader's death in battle came a few days ago. The news that the tribal warriors who went out suffered a disastrous defeat and suffered heavy losses. Less than half of the warriors who successfully returned to the tribe went out.

Now that the Chinese and the crocodile tribe came to kill together, everyone felt a sense of oppression that black clouds were overwhelming the city and a catastrophe was imminent.

The nobles in the tribe roared like crazy, cursing the stupidity of the former leader of the tribe, Black Lizard, while commanding to prepare for the battle.

"Damn, damn Black Lizard, if he hadn't rashly intervened in the war between the Chinese and the Spaniards, how could our Giant Wood tribe be in the current predicament!"

"What should we do? To resist to the end, or to surrender?"

"If we retreat into the mountains, the Chinese would not be able to chase us into the mountains. If it was just a tribe of crocodiles, our warriors would not be afraid."

"Our warriors are the best fighters, unlike those cowards who have defected to the Chinese crocodile tribe!"

"..."

The hearts of the Jumu tribe are chaotic, and everyone has their own thoughts.

Some people wanted to resist to the end, some advocated surrender, and some suggested simply retreating into the mountains.

While they were arguing, the Liberation Army had already launched an attack.

A light cannon was placed on the battlefield, and the gunner quickly calculated the shooting elements, loaded the cannon, and prepared to ignite.

The road into the mountain is indeed rugged, but it is not difficult to transport a light cannon into the mountain.

A light cannon, including the cannon body and the cannon cart, weighs no more than three to five hundred catties. This weight is not an exaggeration, and it can be carried by three or four people.

Where people can go, so can guns!

Boom!
The light cannon fired, and a large amount of smoke and flames spewed out from the muzzle, and the shells the size of a child's fist shot towards the wooden fence of the giant wood tribe.

With a loud bang, the shell hit the wall.

In an instant, a big hole was smashed out of the wooden fence, and among the splashes of sawdust, the warriors of the Giant Wood Tribe behind the fence uttered extremely shrill screams.

Not to mention hitting bastions with light artillery, even ordinary civil engineering works are enough, but it is still no problem to use it to hit the wooden walls of the aborigines.

If one shot fails, then two shots, if two shots fail, then three shots, sooner or later it will collapse!
The artillery of the Restoration Army fired continuously, and the musketeers lined up in front of the artillery, pointing their muskets at the front, to prevent the natives of the Jumu tribe from raiding the artillery positions.

A subordinate of Hu Dinggao said.

"Vice battalion, let's test this time, how powerful the new guns made by the weapon workshop are."

Hu Dinggao's eyes lit up, and he spoke.

"In this case, let's arrange an experiment and let me aim at the native wooden wall!"

"Yes!"

The subordinate hammered his chest with his right hand, gave a military salute, turned and left to arrange the test.

Not long after, a large iron bucket was placed next to the light cannons.

The gunners of the Liberation Army began to load gunpowder into it, and then stuffed it into a pack of explosives.

The match was ignited, and there was a loud bang!
The explosive package in the iron barrel was pushed out by the shock wave, drew an arc in the air, and fell towards the wooden wall of the indigenous tribe.

The dynamite package landed almost right in front of the wooden wall.

A moment later, rumbling explosions resounded through the sky.

Earth and rocks splashed and sawdust flew across.

Everything near the landing point was instantly emptied by the exploding explosives, and a gap several meters wide was also blasted into the wooden wall.

Behind the wooden wall is a chaotic giant wood tribe native!

Hu Dinggao looked at the power of the Feilei Cannon, and kept speechless.

"This... the power of this Feilei Cannon is really amazing, it is worthy of the name of Feilei!"

In this battle, the Flying Thunder Cannon was taken out for actual combat trials.

It was made by the weapon workshop according to Zhu Hongyu's request.

To put it bluntly, it is called the Flying Thunder Cannon, but to put it bluntly, it is an explosive package thrower with a curved ballistic trajectory.

There is basically no technical difficulty, but the power is quite impressive.

During the Anti-Japanese War, our army even used this thing to blow up the little devil's bunker.

And when Zhu Hongyu made this thing, he went to the Spanish bastion.

Since the little devil's bunker can be blown up, there's no reason why the Spaniard's bunker can't be blown up.

Just when he was about to go into the mountain to encircle and suppress the aborigines, Zhu Hongyu equipped the Liberation Army who went into the mountain with flying thunder cannons.

One is to test the performance of the new weapon in actual combat, and the other is to minimize the casualties in the attack.

Zhu Hongyu, a terminal patient with insufficient firepower phobia, said that if things can be solved with bullets and shells, don't let people do it!
There is nothing that cannot be solved by a round of saturated fire coverage, if there is, then another round!
The wooden wall was blown up, and there was no need for the Liberation Army to do what happened next.

The Iglots of the Crocodile Tribe shouted, and poured into the camp of the Giant Wood Tribe through the gap blasted by the flying thunder cannon.

After the natives of the crocodile tribe rushed into the camp, they killed and chopped anyone they saw.

The young and strong in the Jumu tribe also began to take up arms to resist, and even the old and weak women and children joined the battle group.

The two sides fought fiercely, fighting each other.

Wu Laoliu watched the fierce fighting in the camp and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

"Damn it, these natives are really fierce!"

The other people beside him couldn't stop nodding.

They had to admit that although these natives were barbaric and backward, they were really fierce when they fought.

Many people were covered in blood and continued to fight, even those old and weak women and children were quite heroic.

Hu Dinggao looked in the direction of the battlefield, the battle was fiercely stalemate, and asked the representative of the crocodile tribe around him.

"Do you need my Liberation Army's help?"

The representative of the crocodile tribe shook his head and said proudly.

"unnecessary!"

"The warriors of our tribe are the best fighters. They will heroically kill all enemies who dare to resist!"

Hu Dinggao nodded, and did not insist.

He just asked if he needed help, it was just a polite way.

If the representative of the crocodile tribe really agrees, Hu Dinggao will really want to use his claws.

The fight continues!

Under the offensive of the crocodile tribe, the Jumu tribe, which had been beaten badly under the city wall of the Restoration Army and lost a large number of young and strong men, finally couldn't hold on.

The balance of victory is gradually tilting!

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