For the Spanish colonial authorities, the life of every Spanish soldier is very precious, which can be seen from their equipment.

Seeing that the Xinchengfan in the mountain city was resisting stubbornly, Count Sofitel found that the Chinese had strong combat power and knew war very well, and was not comparable to the native Americans, so he could only ask the colonial authorities for reinforcements.

After learning the news, Governor Charles not only sent more than a thousand indigenous people and black slaves, but also sent the New City Fan to Mexico City to negotiate with the messenger, as well as the human skins acquired from the indigenous people, to use this to slam the Chinese's arrogance.

At this time, two thousand Spanish troops were forming a formation under the mountain, rushing to the indigenous people and black slaves who were cannon fodder, while Spanish soldiers stood behind with muskets.

Earl Sofitel rode a white horse and stood in front of the formation. He looked at the top of the mountain with a thousand-mile mirror. A flag fluttered and turned his head and said, "Are you ready?"

"Your Excellency is ready!" an officer nodded.

"Then let's start! Give the Chinese some color!" Earl Sofitel sneered cruelly, and he wanted to hang the pagans in public and anger the Chinese above.

On the mountain city, everyone saw the Spaniards pushing the cart forward, and the enemy around them make way for a passage so that everyone can directly see the people tied to the cart.

"It's Liu Zhongcheng!" someone exclaimed.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Yida and Zhang Huangyan looked ugly and felt extremely sad and angry.

The envoy was in Jianwu Dynasty and was the censor of the governor and a senior official. Now he was tied to a big cart by a Mihu and lost all his dignity.

This is really a tiger falling into a flat sun and being bullied by a dog.

The Spanish not only tied up the messenger, but also raised several human skins.

Zhang Yida punched the wall. The caravan they sent to the indigenous tribe to exchange for food was the old brother who had been with him for many years, who was also brutally killed.

This made Ruan Jin and others extremely angry. Many old soldiers picked up weapons and prepared to rush down the mountain to make the barbaric macaque look good.

Chinese civilization has been developing for thousands of years, and its level of civilization and morality has been extremely high. Even the uncivilized barbarians around them know the reason why the two armies are fighting and not killing them. The various Hus in front of them are actually so barbaric.

At this time, the cart was pushed to the foot of the mountain and stopped. The Western Yi hung the envoy from Xincheng vassal on a wooden stake. A man with a high nose and deep eyes looked at the mountain city with a grim smile, then put a rope on the messenger's head and kicked the wooden bench under his feet, and the messenger struggled.

Watching the messenger struggle, the Spanish looked provocatively and laughed endlessly.

On the mountain city, a buzzing sounded in the crowd, and everyone cursed. A woman cried and said, "It's my official, my god, my god, the barbarians are going to hang him~ City Lord, please save him~"

The woman knelt on the ground and begged desperately, but Zhang Yida just kept his face in a dark face and said nothing. The people in the city listened to the woman's crying, and everyone looked ugly.

Seeing this, several old soldiers were furious and said, "I'll fight with the miscellaneous people!"

Ruan Jin clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, calming himself and said, "No one is allowed to leave the village, guard the Tucheng for me!"

Zhang Huangyan watched the messenger hanged the messenger, and then a black slave boarded the cart, cut off the head, carried it with a wooden stick, held up the head and several human skins, and screamed like a demonstration. He was extremely angry and gritted his teeth and said, "If we cannot kill this Hu, today's encounter will be ridiculed by the world, which will ruin the majesty of our Ming Dynasty."

At the foot of the mountain, Sofitel looked at the mountain city. Seeing that the Chinese did not respond, he couldn't help but frown.

He had fought many times, and with this hand, he could often inspire the natives to rush out and fight to the death, and then he could fire guns and kill them easily.

Unexpectedly, the military strategy and strategy he was proud of actually failed in front of the Chinese.

"Hmph! It's quite endurable!" Sofitel waved his hand coldly, "Roar up and kill them all!"

When the natives and black slaves heard the sound, they immediately picked up their weapons and roared to charge towards the mountain.

The Spaniards moved the heavy artillery from the ship and bombarded the hilltop for more than half a month. Most of the exposed fortifications were destroyed.

Nearly a thousand enemies climbed along the mountain and slowly approached the top of the mountain.

Ruan Jin looked at the dense enemy troops and waved his hand to stop the musketeers who were about to shoot, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't shoot, let it get closer and then fire!"

Nearly a thousand enemy troops did not foresee the danger, but instead climbed up excitedly. As they were about to reach the top, everyone's eyes showed bloodthirsty and cruel eyes.

These people have not yet been civilized, barbaric and backward, bullying good and afraid of evil. When they saw the mountain, they did not respond and thought that the people in the Tucheng were scared.

At the foot of the mountain, Sofitel's Adam's apple wriggled, and realized that the enemy on the mountain was very calm. It seemed that he wanted to get close to him and was fighting.

Oh my God! This is not comparable to the natives, it is completely different from what the Governor said.

This made Sofitel wonder whether their Governor really understands the Chinese.

At this time, Ruan Jin poked his head to look down. The enemy's figures were all over the hillside. He could already see the ferocious and cruel faces of the black slave recently.

"Call me!" Ruan Jin waved his hand vigorously, and the blue veins jumped straight and let out a roar.

Behind the earth wall, dozens of old and weak men holding muskets stood up angrily, pointed the muzzle at the enemy who was climbing up, and pulled the trigger together.

"Bang bang bang" muskets sprayed out gun flames and projectiles, and also ejaculated people's anger.

The projectile roared out, and the black slave in front was instantly shot by a bullet and his brain burst.

As the muskets opened fire, the archers began to shoot arrows, and the elderly, weak, women and children carried stones and smashed them at the enemy.

Although there were nearly a thousand natives and black slaves, their combat power and fighting will are no match for the people in Xincheng Basilica, and they were immediately beaten and ran away with their heads in their arms.

"Kill me!" The old man Jiang Bei, holding a long-handled battle axe and a battle knife, rushed out of the defense line instantly, venting his anger like chopping melons and vegetables.

With a counterattack, a thousand enemy troops left behind a hundred bodies and hurriedly fled down the mountain.

Earl Sofitel's face was gloomy when he saw this, but one thing that made him quite excited. In the battle just now, the Chinese did not use that mysterious weapon that could explode.

There shouldn't be many Chinese people with this kind of weapon, otherwise it would be impossible for them to voluntarily give up the gold mine and escape thousands of miles away.

In order to confirm his judgment, Sofitel asked the retired cannon fodder to form a team and pressed on again. This time, in addition to the indigenous people and black slaves, he also sent 100 Spanish soldiers to support the formation.

The battle lasted from day to night, with three or four hundred natives and blacks killed, and more than ten Spanish soldiers were killed and injured. The hillside was covered with corpses and the ground was stained with blood.

Although everyone in the mountain city repelled several attacks from the Spanish, the losses were very heavy, with more than 300 casualties.

That night, everyone in the conference hall looked gloomy and the atmosphere was depressing.

Ruan Jin said in a deep voice: "According to today's fighting style, gunpowder will be exhausted tomorrow, and you can only rely on bows and arrows to fight with hand-to-hand combat."

Zhang Huangyan said: "The people who went to buy food were killed by the indigenous people, and there was not much food in the mountain city."

Zhang Yida's face was gloomy and speechless for a moment. He had no ammunition and food, and there were not many people. Could it be that Xinchengfan would be destroyed like this?

Everyone felt sad and sad, and at this moment, a fire of cannon suddenly came from the bay.

The loud "boom boom boom" shocked everyone and hurriedly wanted to hide, but found that no shells fell on the top of the mountain.

"It's outside!" Ruan Jin exclaimed, rushed out of the room and ran to the earthen wall. He saw the Spaniard's camp at the foot of the mountain, and the flames surged into the sky.

"Hahaha!" Ruan Jin couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and tears were almost bursting out.
Chapter completed!