When building fortifications before, the people of the overseas corps cut down a large number of trees from Mount San Bruno, dragged them to the front of the position, and turned the crown diagonally southward. They used saws to remove the fine branches, sharpened the thick branches, and then used iron wire and fork piles to fix them firmly, thus laying a large number of obstacles in front of the position.

When more than a dozen solid iron bombs roared at a speed visible to the naked eye, the first thing that was damaged was these obstacles. The trunk of the bowl was smashed by several eight-pound bombs, and wood chips splashed everywhere. Then the shells with weakened kinetic energy fell into the sand and there was no movement again.

A few dozen seconds later, more than a dozen cannons that had raised the muzzle roared again. This time, not only were there eight pounds of bullets, but even one four pound bullet hit Luzhai.

The Spanish army did this not only to show off their might, but to determine how many cannons the opponent has through the counterattack of the Northern Navy artillery to determine the next offensive strategy.

Whether it is General Denava or his generals, they lack understanding of this opponent from the East. If it were Russians, Dutch or British, they would definitely not come. They could only find a corner where no one could swallow the bitter fruit silently, then wipe away the tears and piled up with a smile and asked, "Brother, do you have enough territory? Do you want to come again? Don't be polite to brothers."

Almost all Spanish officers and soldiers who had fought with overseas corps had felt the power of the 82-mortar shell, but they did not know what kind of gun the North Navy used. Moreover, even if they saw the 82-mm mortar barrel, they would not believe that this thing could be more powerful than the 100-mm caliber eight-pound cannon. So when these people were released back to Monterrey, the capital of California, they all exaggeratedly described the artillery used by the North Navy, such as the diameter of which was about six inches thick.

California Governor De Alila attached great importance to this. In his letter of help from the Governor, he specifically stated that he requested the support of artillery and allocated more artillery. So Mexico City transferred more than 100 gunners and ten eight-pound guns to the Western Command, and transported them to Monterrey, the capital of California. In this way, the number of field artillery in General De Nava's troops rarely reached fifteen.

Don’t forget that this is in America, and on the west coast, the fifteen field guns have already captured and destroyed whoever they have! This is not the twelve-pound guns on the warship.

When the Spaniards launched the second round, in order to paralyze their opponents, Li Changgeng suggested that Ruchi let two twelve-pound field guns behind the position fire and retaliated, Ruchi agreed happily.

Within a few minutes, guns rang out on the Northern Navy's position. After a few guns, an Espanyol group of eight-pound guns was blasted and suffered heavy casualties and was basically abandoned.

In this year, there were basically more than eight members of a field gun in Europe, such as eight people in a four-pound gun group and 13 people in an eight-pound gun group; of course, at least six people can operate, but if the artillery wants to exert its maximum power, it must be fully equipped.

When General Denava, who was on the front line, saw it, he thought to himself that the Oriental artillery was so powerful. No wonder the dozens of people in the Kinmen Fortress could not handle it at all. After that, the two sides fired each other for several rounds. Ten minutes later, two other 12-pound cannons from the North Navy also joined the battle.

The two sides fought until dark before they stopped. The Spanish generals were sure that the enemy on the opposite side had only four field guns. Of course, there must be some in the Kinmen Fortress Fortress. As for how many there are, it is what the Navy will do tomorrow.

At around 9 o'clock in the evening, the Spanish army's artillery secretly moved the gun position forward for fifty yards under the cover of the night. This was to deal with the four twelve-pound cannons tomorrow. On both sides of each cannon, they were built with willow baskets more than one person tall, filled with sand and weeds.

The Spanish thought they were doing things without knowing it, and they were full of confidence in the war the next day. General Denava even sent someone to send orders to the navy, asking them to go north to shell the Kinmen Fortress at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning to attract the enemy's firepower, and he would send cavalry to cooperate with the attack. However, what he and his generals never expected was that everything his opponent had done before was "knitting you".

At four o'clock in the morning, the North Navy's ten 82 mortar groups, four 75mm gun groups, and four 12-pound gun groups were all ready under the guidance of two infrared drones and calibrated the shooting orders. In addition, the soldiers of two battalions of overseas corps had quietly left the trenches, passed the path left between the dense forts, and came to a position three hundred meters away from the front of the enemy.

When it was four o'clock, in the command center located half underground, Ruqi, who had not been sleeping all night, gave the order to start the attack on the walkie-talkie with red eyes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As three red signal flares with brightness of up to 20,000 candlelights shot into the air at the same time, the Spanish soldiers standing guard were all stunned.

The first thing to speak was the ten 82 mortars operated by the Northern Navy's teaching company. Because the distance between the enemy and us was not far away, the shells that were out of the bore landed and exploded in a blink of an eye. The smoke columns that were soaring into the air spit out a ball of bright fireballs, shattering the Spanish soldiers in their sleep, and flew wildly.

Immediately afterwards, the 75mm gun and the 12-pound gun also roared, starting nearly direct-sighted shooting towards the bronze guns located at the forefront of the enemy's positions. The hundreds of kilograms of cannon vehicles were overturned by shock waves, and the wicker basket used as a cover was also blown up.

Seeing such a thrilling and spectacular scene, Lu Qi finally realized what Fan Tong often said about "bullying people is the foundation of happiness".

"Hehe, he is not good for Little Fan. He was either kidnapped or shot. We are different. After this battle, the Central Valley was taken over, and my position in the committee will naturally be established. I will plant hundreds or thousands of acres of grapes in the Napa Valley tomorrow and build a winery. No! I should occupy Los Angeles and build a big house on Beverly Hills! Oh, San Francisco is not bad here, I remember Hillsborough is a luxury residential area, and I'm confused."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Perhaps it was because of the nervousness and excitement inside, Ruqi, holding a telescope, turned red and muttering like a broken mouth, but no one around paid attention to it. The effect of the shelling and the upcoming charge are what they care about the most.

General Denava was awakened at this time. He was wearing a nightgown and had no time to change his military uniform. He ran to the tent barefoot and saw firelight everywhere in the military camp, and a strong smell of gunpowder was filled with the air. The soldiers were running around, howling, as if they were a group of rats. The war horses were neighing, breaking free from the reins and running wildly.

In such a chaotic situation, Denava's order was ignored at all. He could only be helped by his adjutant and ran south with no brains.

"The command headquarters orders to attack!"

When two more 82-for-bolt shells crossed over their heads and landed behind the Spanish army camp, six hundred soldiers from overseas corps who had been lurking for a long time suddenly stood up and rushed out with bayonet firing rifles. With the sound of the shells, they quickly approached the front of the opponent's position - the artillery position that had been blown into a mess, and then they crossed like a tide, swept across, and launched a storm-like attack.

Chen Yingqi pulled the bayonet out of the chest of a charred enemy army and continued to run forward. His next target was a Spanish officer who could not wait to look back. The man wore a blue sheepskin coat with a yellow turtleneck with gilded buttons, the cuffs and collar were bordered by red velvet, and a beautifully crafted hat with silver-wire brim on his head, which was very conspicuous among the defeated soldiers.

"Stop! Run and kill you again!" Chen Yingqi shouted while running, but the other party couldn't understand at all.

Chai Rong, not far from him, became as fierce as a tiger at this moment. He bumped into a Spanish cavalry holding a spear next to a dispersed carriage. Because the force was too strong, the two fell down at the same time, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground, so the two quickly started a hand-to-hand fight.

Chai Rong pounced on the cavalry panting, pressing his knees against the other party's belly. He grabbed the enemy's arm with one hand, but the other hand was firmly grasped by the other party, making it impossible for him to pull out the dagger at his waist. Chai Rong had to press his head against the other party's forehead with his knees and pressing his stomach with his knees. The Spanish cavalry, who was struggling desperately, kept falling and hitting his butt with his knees, trying to turn it over and overthrow him.

Chai Rong wanted to call for help, but the more anxious he was, the less he could not shout. He was extremely angry, and opened his mouth suddenly and bit the other party's big nose in one mouthful. The Spanish soldier screamed in pain. This sound made Chai Rong more excited. The biting force increased. With a click, he actually bit off the other party's nose.

At this time, Chai Rong's other hand finally broke free from the other party's grasp. He gasped, touched his hand to the back, pulled out a dagger, stabbed it in at the other party's neck, and then twisted it hard. The enemy no longer moved, only his throat was still making a gurgling sound. Chai Rong waited for a while, climbed up from the other party, pulled out a dagger, and spat hard at the corpse on the ground, spit out a piece of minced meat with blood.

The shells exploded in the distance, the bayonets flashed in front of their eyes, and the grenades exploded from time to time around. Fire, blood, smoke, the enemy's fearful expressions, incomprehensible screams, and the back of the escape became clear images in front of him.

Taking advantage of the fire ignited nearby, Chai Rong found the dropped rifle, checked it and confirmed that there was no problem. Then he rested for a while, turned to look at the figure lying on the ground. He was happy and frightened. This was the first time he had killed a person close at a distance. Before leaving, Chai Rong secretly said to himself: "You can't blame me, if I don't kill him, he will kill me."

Dawn came in a blink of an eye. On the narrow peninsula, there were Spanish troops running for life, shells, grenades, and bullets flying everywhere. Many soldiers who were chased and had nowhere to escape jumped into Lake Merced and swam desperately towards the coast. Behind them, hundreds of soldiers from overseas corps stood on the shore, picked up rifles, loaded and fired again; because there were too many defeated soldiers jumping into the lake, and they didn't need to aim at it, and countless bodies floated up, and only a few defeated soldiers fled to the coast along the path north of the center of the lake.

However, the scene on the sea made them even more horrified. A few miles away, a Spanish frigate had already set off a fire, and the remaining ships on their side were retreating south under the cover of two frigates. Two miles away from the fleet, two large, slender ships were constantly spraying artillery fire at their fleet.

Seeing this, the defeated soldiers weakened their legs and sat on the beach. They let the shouts of killing sounds get closer and closer, but they no longer have the strength.

When the sky was bright, the Spanish army fled south was driven to the foot of the San Bruno Mountain like a large flock of ducks. The yellow and green army looked like a large group of locusts from the sky. At the foot of the mountain, people, horses, and wounded soldiers were everywhere. Any shells fell here, they could take dozens of lives.

The frightened General Denava leaned against a big tree, took the kettle from the adjutant and drank it in big mouthfuls. Seeing that his white nightgown had become dirty, the adjutant walked to a soldier who was dressed in a pretty neat way and glanced at him. He felt that his figure was appropriate, so he ordered the other party to take off his shirt. The soldier, who was a prisoner, was stunned for a moment, then slowly stood up with a blank expression, and reluctantly began to unbutton it.

At this moment, several huge explosions sounded at the foot of the mountain, followed by dozens of grenades flying out of the hillside. The defeated soldiers were overturned by the bombed people, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. The survivors lay on the ground and wailed.

When the smoke of the explosion had not yet dissipated, the Northern Navy and hundreds of Miwauk Indians who had been ambushing here for a long time emerged from the grass halfway up the mountain and launched an attack on the remaining soldiers at the foot of the mountain. Bai Bai, wearing a feather crown, rushed in front with several warriors, shouting and smashing the Indian war sticks in his hand hard towards the Spanish soldiers. In an instant, blood flowed into a river at the foot of the mountain, and everyone who was hit was broken and the tendons broke.

"Admiral, we will cover you and rush out!"

Denava lamented and said to his subordinate: "I can't escape, look."

The adjutant looked back in surprise and saw that in the northwest direction, the figure of the enemy had emerged from the horizon. He was trembling all over, and the saber in his hand fell without even notice.

"Surrender."

Nine years later, in 1803, General Denava, who had stepped down and returned to Mexico City to retire in his Memoirs, wrote in his Memoirs:

"... When the Governor mistakenly regarded the enemy occupying the Fortress of San Francisco as a European army, a big mistake had been made. It can be said that from the moment I led the troops out of Monterrey, the unit of three thousand men fell into the enemy's trap. To this day I still don't understand how they monitor the every move of the troops. Our military actions to them are like a child fighting a giant.

Faced with such a powerful and cruel opponent, the Governor should have summoned all the military forces of the Kingdom to fight back in North America, but he did not do so. Instead, he sent people to negotiate with the other party and gave up Upper California. This is why we retreated again and again later, and even lost the entire California and Nevada.
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