As the Jiangning Army launched a general attack, the entire San Petro Fort was caught in the fire of war. The Jiangning Army dispatched two battalions, a total of 10,000 troops to attack San Petro Fort.

In order to reduce casualties, under Yang Feng's order, Geng Bingyi and Chu Maoguang fought very cautiously. The 10,000 troops did not flock in as expected by Field, but fought for every street and house. They did not clean up a street and would not rashly attack the next target.

This led to the development of the battle situation very slowly. The battle lasted for several hours before the Jiangning Army took two streets. It would take at least three or four days to completely capture Fort San Petro at this speed.

However, the advantage of fighting in this way is not without benefits. After four or five hours of the battle, the Jiangning Army suffered very little casualties, less than double digits of casualties, and only more than twenty injured people. The Spanish soldiers they annihilated reached more than three hundred. Such a casualty ratio was a miracle for the attacking party.

The battle continued until night fell, and Yang Feng issued an order to stop the attack, allowing the troops to consolidate the occupied areas and light a bonfire to prevent the Spanish from attacking.

Hearing the gunshots and explosions that had been resounding for a long time, it finally stopped. Both the Spanish and the Jiangning Army breathed a sigh of relief.

The Spanish finally breathed a sigh of relief, while the officers of the Jiangning Army were a little unwilling to accept it.

Chu Maoguang, who had left the battlefield, found Yang Feng and asked unwillingly: "Marty, we have the strength to push over, why do we have to fight so carefully?"

At this time, Yang Feng was sitting on a back slope not far outside the city. In front of him was a pile of lit bonfires, and hundreds of servants were scattered around hundreds of meters to guard.

On the top of the bonfire, a stripped-skinned rabbit that Song Ye took time to call was shining with a golden luster on the bonfire. Drops of oil were falling from the roasted rabbit into the fire from time to time to make a sound of chirping.

Yang Feng took out a cigarette from his pocket, threw one for Chu Maoguang, and took out one and held it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Chu Maoguang quickly took the lead and lit the fire with a lighter and came to Yang Feng's mouth. After lit the cigarette, Yang Feng lighted the cigarette and tapped it gently on the back of his hand. After taking a deep breath, he exhaled a cigarette ring before asking.

"Maoguang, do you think we will take how many days to win the San Petro Castle if we continue like this?"

Chu Maoguang said without hesitation: "The final result will be guaranteed to be able to take it in up to three to four days."

Yang Feng asked back, "We have been here for several months. Are we still a few days away?"

"But if I continue to fight so slowly, I will be anxious." Chu Maoguang muttered unwillingly.

"You, you are brave enough to fight, but you are too impatient."

Yang Feng pointed at him with his fingers.

"It is right for the general to be brave and diligent, but sometimes we must learn to judge the situation. Since we are sure to win, why should we take the risk of attacking for so few days?

Have you ever calculated that if we order the entire army to assault and launch multiple fronts at the same time as you think, we can certainly win the Fort San Petro in one or two days, but how many casualties do we have to increase?

Which soldier is not raised by his parents, and who is not the pillar of the family? If more soldiers can return home and reunite with their relatives while ensuring victory, why don’t we do it?

In fact, the two words "Ci" are not contradictory" and "Love Soldiers" are not contradictory. If you can understand this principle, there is still a chance to go further in the future. If you can't understand this principle, the position of guerrilla general will probably reach its peak."

Yang Feng's words hit Chu Maoguang's heart like a heavy drum, although Yang Feng has repeatedly emphasized that he should cherish the lives of his soldiers and not ignore the lives of his soldiers.

But in fact, there are still a few officers who are resistant to this order. They believe that there will inevitably be casualties when fighting. Too compassionate with the lives of soldiers will make the generals restrict their hands and feet during the war, which is not conducive to the generals' performance.

Chu Maoguang is one of them. Although he dared not question Yang Feng's orders, in fact, sometimes when fighting, he would still expose some of his character to the south. Under his former combat power, the Third Battalion, under the leadership of Chu Maoguang, although the third battalion fought bravely, the casualties of their battalion were also the highest.

Yang Feng naturally saw this situation, and today he took this opportunity to beat him up. As for whether Chu Maoguang could listen, it was his business. Although Yang Feng would not punish him for this matter, it would be impossible for him to be the one who stands alone in the future.

Looking at Chu Maoguang who was in silence, Yang Feng didn't say anything, but took a few deep sips of cigarettes and looked at the Castle of San Petro, which was still burning with flames, and silently.

"Governor General, from today's battle, the offensive of the Ming army was not fierce, but their pace was extremely firm. They always fought with us in a street or even a building, and they would not advance to the next area until the resistance forces in the area were completely cleared."

In the study of the Governor's Mansion in the center of the castle, a few candles as thick as arms illuminated the study. More than a dozen officers were watching Castro report today's battle to Field with their focused eyes.

"More importantly, they will take all the civilians there whenever they go. According to statistics, we have thousands of civilians captured by them today one day alone."

Speaking of this, Castro's voice became angry, and many officers lowered their heads. The battle was like this, and all these officers felt that they had no shame to see others.

Field's hand gently tapped on the desk, and after a while, he asked: "According to the attack speed of the Ming army, how many days can we resist?"

Castro replied without hesitation: "If we fight at this speed, we can hold on for up to three to four days."

"Three or four days, so how many days are left in our lives?"

Field's expression became emotional and said with a wry smile: "I really didn't expect that I would become the last governor of Spain in Luzon. I guess I will become a shame to our family, right?"

Castro comforted: "Governor General, you don't have to be so pessimistic. Even if things really reach an irreversible level, we can escort you out of the Fort San Petro, and then contact the fleet upstream and return to Spain on a warship."

Field shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Dear Castro, you don't understand, we can't go back. If you were the Ming marquis opposite, with an absolute advantage in your troops, would you let your opponent break through the encirclement and escape?

The reason why the marquis of Ming Kingdom set up such a formation is to tell us that we will either destroy or surrender, and there will be no third way to go!"
Chapter completed!