The Ming Dynasty has just been exiled and the Luzon system has awakened.

The Spanish's old-fashioned artillery did not have a fixed charge package, which resulted in the indigenous artillerymen who were driven to the shelves without knowing how much propellant they should put.

So as expected, less propellant was used in this gun.

The shells that escaped from the barrel only flew a few hundred meters before hitting the charging indigenous crowd.

Fortunately, this cannon did not put too much propellant, and the kinetic energy of the projectile was not sufficient. It only caused the death and injury of a few indigenous soldiers, but this also made Nim very angry.

He angrily shouted at the indigenous artillerymen: "All the cannons, give me more propellant! If you can't hit the Ming army again, I will throw you all into the sea to feed the fish!"

Looking at Nim's sinister face, no one thought he was joking, so a group of artillerymen tremblingly took the gunpowder barrels and started pouring gunpowder into the barrels.

"Not enough! More! More!"

Nim's stern voice began to make the indigenous artillerymen who added gunpowder break into cold sweat. Although these artillerymen were not professional, they also knew that if too much explosive was put in, once it exceeded the endurance limit of the gun barrel, it would explode. Boiled!

Finally, an indigenous artilleryman couldn't bear it any longer. He mustered up the courage and said to Nim:

"Your Majesty the King, you can't add more cannons. If you add more cannons, they will explode!"

Nimu glared hard at the native who spoke, and the latter shrank his neck in fright.

Fortunately, the war is now urgent, and Nim intends to let this daring soldier go for the time being, but after defeating the Ming army, he will still throw the guy who dares to question him into the sea to feed the fish.

"Quick! Fire for me! Blow up those damn Ming troops!"

A row of artillery on the city wall was loaded. Looking at the indigenous army that was beaten to pieces by the Ming army on the battlefield, Nim couldn't wait to shout loudly.

Since the beginning of Manila, he has always lived in the shadow of the Ming army. Now he wants to win too much. He wants to see the Ming army being killed and injured by cannons.

The native artillerymen fearfully lit the fuses of their cannons.

Seeing the fuse burning shorter and shorter, the expression on Nim's face became more ferocious.

Finally, the fuse burned out.

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise that shook the earth, the cannon in front of Nim with a double charge exploded like a super-large firecracker.

The violent air wave that broke free from the restraints of the gun barrel easily lifted Nim's short and insignificant body into the air like a rag doll, and then fell to the bottom of the three-meter-high city wall with a thud.

Nim, whose limbs were severely twisted and deformed, was lying on the ground with his face covered. Blood mixed with internal organs was constantly pouring out of his mouth. When his consciousness was about to disappear, there was only one thought left in his mind.

"You shouldn't have put so many explosives..."

Nim, die...

The indigenous king, who had only worked for a few days, finally blew himself up out of frustration.

The sudden change on the wall of San Ferrando immediately attracted Zhu Heyi's attention.

Of course, he was not attracted by the exploding artillery pieces, but several shells fell into the Ming army's camp, causing dozens of casualties to the Ming army soldiers.

"Order the mortar troops to adjust their targets immediately, aim at the city wall, and knock out the native cannons." Zhu Heyi gave the order to the guards around him.

He didn't know at this moment that the explosion of the artillery just now had blown Nimu into the sky.

Zhu Heyi didn't know, and the natives didn't know either. Several cannons exploded at the same time. In the choking fireworks, no one noticed that King Nimu, who was still shouting just now, had been blown off the city wall and was gone. live.

There was chaos on the city wall, but the natives attacking the Ming army outside the city were extremely excited at the moment.

Although the cannons on their city walls exploded, some of the shells fell into the Ming army's camp, which relieved the indigenous army who had been suppressed by the Ming army.

After fighting for so long and killing so many people, this was the first time that the Ming army had suffered casualties, and the Ming army's front line was not far away, which gave all the natives hope.

"Charge warriors! Charge forward and kill all these Ming people!"

The yelling natives rushed towards the Ming army's front line, howling as if they had been beaten to death.

At the cost of tens of thousands of casualties, they had successfully rushed to about 200 meters in front of the Ming army's front.

"Replace all artillery with shotgun shells! Shoot quickly!" the Ming army artillery officer gave the order with a change of expression on his face.

After receiving the order, the artillerymen quickly cleaned the gun chamber, then took out an iron cylinder from the ammunition box on the side and stuffed it into the gun chamber.

"boom!"

An iron cylinder filled with hundreds of small iron projectiles. The moment the projectile left the barrel, the pressure difference between the inside and outside of the gun was huge. The shell of the projectile burst, and the projectiles inside burst out, forming a fan-shaped barrage. .

"Puff puff……"

The dense bullets penetrated the flesh, and the masses of natives fell down in the pitiful wails.

The instantaneous lethality of this shotgun was much more powerful than that of a Gatling gun. The dense projectiles ejected by 30 artillery pieces lined up in a row almost wiped out the front row of the indigenous army instantly.

At the same time, the rear mortars also made a crisp sound of shelling.

Several grenades pulled out faint trail clouds in the air, flew towards the city wall of San Ferrando City, and then hit their heads in the shocked eyes of the indigenous artillerymen on the city wall.

"Boom boom boom..."

The explosion sounded like midsummer thunder, the thin flames rose deep, and the explosive fragments like a red-hot iron penetrated the wooden barrel containing gunpowder.

"Boom boom boom..."

There was another series of explosions.

In fact, only two of the five shells fired by the mortar troops accurately landed on the city wall. The other three shells either landed in the open space outside the city or fell into the city.

But these two cannonballs caused continuous explosions of gunpowder piled on the city wall. The entire city wall was lit up like firecrackers in a celebration. Amidst the continuous crackling explosions, the top of the city wall was completely covered by smoke and flames.

Zhu Heyi was stunned as he looked at the ignited city wall. He did not expect that just one round of shelling would kill all the indigenous artillery.

The noise on the rear city wall also attracted the attention of the indigenous army. They were horrified to find that the city wall artillery that had just placed high hopes on them was now completely enveloped in fireworks.

The Ming army did not give the natives time to think about life.

Volleyball guns fired in turns, Gatling guns fired, field artillery sprayed shotguns, platoon cannons dropped grenades, and the pouring rain of bullets kept devouring the lives of the natives.

For the poorly equipped indigenous army, the Ming army's attack method was like a dimensionality reduction attack.

At a distance of 200 meters, the bodies of indigenous people quickly accumulated.

"Can't beat it!"

"Surrender!"

"I surrender! Stop fighting!"

"Mom, I'm going home!"

In a scene that was no different from a massacre, the natives couldn't stand it any longer. Many people threw away the crude weapons in their hands and lay on the ground shouting surrender. Of course, a considerable number of them chose to turn around and escape.

But under the attack of the Ming army's ultra-long-range weapons, how could they escape.