When Yang Feng learned the news, he was a little stunned. It was naturally not new to adjust artillery to attack the city.

In another time and space, humans have done too much such things. For example, when the Soviet army attacked Berlin during World War II, it did this. A B-4 203mm howitzer nicknamed Stalin's Hammer was pushed into Berlin and bombarded the buildings that the German army held fiercely.

After the end of the Battle of Berlin, the entire Berlin was bombarded into ruins, most of which were the contribution of the Soviet heavy artillery, which shows the destructiveness of the artillery to the city.

Yang Feng naturally did not forget the artillery, a killer weapon, but the reason why he did not order the artillery to be transferred to attack the city was because he wanted to see if these generals under him could exert their subjective initiative without reminding him.

What made him feel relieved was that someone came up with this method just the next day. It seems that war is really a place to temper people.

Let’s talk about Huang Jiye. This old man who was originally just a slut in Jiangning Guards has grown into a general who is good at using his brains. He can even think of things like regulating artillery to attack the city. It can be seen that this guy is still very talented.

He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the smoke-filled castle in the distance, and murmured: "Field, Field, I want to see how many days you can hold on, and whether you can really do it without surrender."

Survival or destruction has been a difficult multiple-choice question since ancient times, and Field is naturally no exception.

As the Jiangning Army used artillery, the Spanish defenders immediately felt great pressure.

Originally, the Spanish defenders could also use their terrain advantages to gradually resist the Jiangning Army. Although the effect was not very good, they at least had the effect of delaying the opponent's offensive pace. However, after the artillery joined the battlefield, the advantages and disadvantages of the offensive and defensive sides immediately changed.

As artillery continued to join the battlefield, solid bullets and flowering bullets bombs smashed the buildings in front of them into piles of ruins. The buildings originally used as bunkers instantly turned into the tombs to bury them. The Jiangning Army took half a day to seize most of the San Petro Fort. At this progress, it is probably possible to completely occupy the entire castle before dark.

Castro lay behind a wall, and around him were ten Spanish soldiers. They kept firing at the Jiangning army soldiers who were touching them with their muskets. From time to time, waves of white smoke rose up, which was the smoke emitted by the unburned gunpowder.

A group of soldiers fought fiercely at a distance of less than 100 meters, and from time to time, soldiers were hit and screamed.

"Play..."

Two lead bullets hit Castro's vicinity, and the gravel splashed on his face and felt a little painful.

"ah……"

With a scream, a soldier who accidentally exposed half of his body was hit by a lead bullet. A hole as big as a fist in his stomach suddenly appeared in his stomach. The blue intestine leaked out of his stomach. The soldier who was rolling on the ground was so sad that he could break the eardrums.

A second lieutenant bent over and ran to him and shouted, "Col. We can't stand it anymore. The muskets of the Ming people are farther and more accurate than our muskets. If this continues, we can't stand it!"

"If you can't stand it, you have to endure it!" Castro yelled: "We have lost six streets today. If we continue to give in, we will have to retreat to the Governor's Mansion in less than an hour. Everyone will be finished by then. Now you go back and defend the position immediately. If anyone dares to retreat without authorization, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Abide by the order!"

Looking at the murderous Castro, the lieutenant had no choice but to respond helplessly, turned around and ran towards the place.

"boom……"

At this moment, a twelve-pound solid bullet hit the wall of a two-story building. Countless stones splashed everywhere, and half of the wall collapsed instantly, pressing the lieutenant who had no time to hide below.

Looking at the pool of black blood gushing out from the pile of gravels, Castro closed his eyes helplessly. After a long time, he slowly raised his head, "Messenger, call Captain Mitchell quickly!"

Half an hour later, Mimitchell, covered in blood, staggered into the Governor's Mansion.

"Governor General, those Ming people are simply crazy. They actually transferred artillery into the city and bombarded any building blocking them. Our soldiers and people suffered heavy casualties. If this continues, our defense line will be completely lost before dark."

"I see."

Field asked with a calm expression.

"Captain Mitchell, how many people do we have now?"

Mitchell laughed terrified: "There are only a thousand soldiers who can still use guns now. Even the civilians have taken the initiative to surrender to the Ming people. They said they would rather go to work hard than die so unknown."

Field's expression dimmed. More than 3,000 defenders were killed in just two days. Even the civilians surrendered one after another. The result of the battle was far beyond his expectations.

Mitchell urged again: "Governor General, Colonel Castro asked me to tell you to make a decision quickly. Should you resist to the death or break through quickly? You should make an idea."

"Do you still have to make your own decision?"

Field glanced at Mitchell indifferently.

"I'm afraid you already have an idea?"

"Yes!"

Mitchell nodded without hesitation: "Governor General, I have an idea in my heart. But no matter what you are the supreme commander of His Majesty the King in Luzon, so it doesn't matter what I have, what important is what decisions you make."

Field took out a bottle of red wine and two cups from the wine cabinet behind him, poured the red wine on each, and signaled Mitchell to come with a glass too.

Mitchell waved his hand, and he was in no mood to drink at this time.

Field raised his wine glass and sipped it, then said, "I have said that the way to break through will not work. We have no strength to rush out. Even if we rush out, we will not be able to contact our fleet, so breaking through will only be a dead end."

"Then you mean..."

"I won't surrender, either!"

Field shook his head and said, "I am the governor appointed by His Majesty the King himself, and Spain has never had a precedent for surrender, and this example cannot start with me."

Hearing this, Mitchell couldn't help but feel a slap in his heart. Should he really die here today?

"But you don't have to worry." Field's voice continued: "Although I won't surrender, you are different. If you want to surrender, you should surrender. Go and tell Castro and say I said it."

After saying that, Field picked up a piece of letter from the table and handed it to him. Mitchell took the letter with some confusion.

"This is my written warrant, so that you don't have to bear the infamy of surrender."

"Governor!"

Even though Mitchell was not very interested in a noble person like Field, his eyes turned red at this moment.

"Go!"

Field smiled and waved at him, siping the red wine in his glass.
Chapter completed!