Several bird boats leaned over, and the springboard was lowered, and rows of soldiers walked down from above. The first wave of soldiers who climbed to the red soil of the north shore were the Qilimi soldiers under Umu. The group of soldiers, known as silver-armored warriors, soon encountered a counterattack from the Highland warriors, but under the attack of solid bullets shot by three sloops, groups of Highland warriors suffered a large number of casualties on the way of attack, and eventually left dozens of corpses and retreated.

Then the guards and a new army arrived at 6th. The equipment of the guards was still gorgeous, while the composition of the new army was extremely complicated. The pirates caught, the refugees in Jiangyin who were unwilling to farm, and the high mountain barbarians who had made meritorious contributions. Their number was as high as four hundred. Although they were only equipped with rattan armor, rattan helmets and spears, they could not compare with the guards and silver armored warriors, but they were still much more luxurious than the highland warriors. These soldiers who had not yet conducted sufficient military training had sufficient fighting spirit and wanted to use the enemy's heads to exchange for glory and wealth.

"Shopkeeper Li, didn't you bring three thousand men?" Chel asked in surprise when he saw the soldiers who were forming a formation under the Red Clay Highlands. He seemed to have less than one thousand people.

"Those are enough." Li Mingxun said casually.

Chel was a little dissatisfied. In the case of King Alamy's great loss of the people, the ongoing war would cause many difficulties. Since Alamy could not win, he could only hope that Lee Mingxun could win.

"Tararo has more than 2,000 people, and Mucheng, and has dug another trenches this month..." Chel said in a low voice, inadvertently he was already standing on the verge of collusion.

Li Mingxun ignored it. A small sand boat in the fleet approached the shore. Zhao Sandao walked around with a group of people and carried the things to the shore. When these pieces were assembled, there were four small cannons. These small cannons were only two meters long and had a very small caliber. The shells were only one pound of weight. They were mounted on wooden cannons, and two people could pull them away. These small cannons were bought by the Golden Oak and were considered gifts. In fact, they were eagle cannons eliminated by the British. Although the small cannons could only hit 300 meters, they had an extremely light weight, and two people could lift the entire cannon barrel.

Old antiques like the one-pound eagle cannon that were bullied by Gustav’s three-pound cannon on the European battlefield are still like artifacts in this eastern battlefield. Especially when facing the natives of Daduwan, the so-called wooden city on the red earth highland was just a wooden wall surrounded by thick logs, inserted into the soil below, and the wide front was painted with various monsters, but what really made Li Mingxun pay attention to was the shooter and spearhead on the top of the wooden wall.

Li Mingxun did not order an attack, but only let the eagle cannon shells hit the wooden wall. The materials of the wooden wall that had been built fortifications for a long time had rotted. Many times the shells were hit by a hole the size of a head, while the troops on the shore built fortifications with vine baskets filled with soil and dug trenches. The food and ammunition unloaded from the ship were piled up like mountains, looking like they were going to fight for a long time.

In the next few days, the army of Tenglong Trading Company had no intention of attacking, but only attacked with cannons. Later, even the eighteen-pound cannons were removed, and the chain bullets and large shotguns they shot swept across the wooden walls, and the wood chips were flying everywhere, riddled with holes, while the natives shrouded in it. After suffering huge casualties, they did not even repair the wooden walls.

In the tent, seven or eight people were eating breakfast around the table. The sound of cannons outside rumbling, but the atmosphere in the tent was a bit dull. Several military officers carefully kicked Ah Hai's calves. Ah Hai understood and asked, "Master, why are we not attacking yet? The brothers are already a little irritated."

"Why attack?" Li Mingxun asked without raising his head.

Ah Hai said: "We can't beat them. The brothers rushed forward in one round, and the group of barbarians who were full and killed ran around."

Li Mingxun smiled: "We don't attack, it is more beneficial to drag it down. Nowadays, the crimes of Alami and Tararo are rumored by all villages and communities in Daduban, and many people have been shaken. 800 of us besieged more than 2,000 Tararo, and the natives even called cowards. The longer they dragged it, the more the prestige of Daduban's senior management was hit, and no one would stand on the side of the weak."

After eating pork chops, Simmons put down his knife and fork and said, "Your Excellency is right. From a military perspective, we don't need to attack. What is there on that high ground? Apart from a rotten well called holy water by these pagans, there is no resource. The indigenous people may have some food and livestock in their hands, but so what? How can they eat without firewood? Do they have to eat raw meat and raw rice?"

Seeing that Ah Hai and others were still a little reluctant, Simmons continued, "Everyone, I spent the first half of my life in the war to conquer the indigenous tribes. The barbarians around the world were almost the same. When the barbarians on the high platform began to be forced to drink holy water and eat livestock sacrificed to the gods, it was time for them to fall apart."

At this time, there were chaotic cheers outside. Ahai lifted the curtain and said, "Master, it's Wu Mu who is back. It seems that the big-bellied barbarian can't hold back anymore. Wu Mu caught more than a dozen people."

Soon, Wu Mu walked in and left a thin man in front of Li Mingxun. He pulled his head and showed a disgusting face. His eyes were big and small, and a scar that penetrated his ugly face made him look even more ferocious. From the left hand that lacked three fingers, Li Mingxun could tell his identity: "Black Usa?"

"Yes, I'm Heiwusa." Heiwusa grinned, revealing blood in his mouth. He was speaking indigenous words, but his voice was shrill and cold, as if two rusty iron pieces were rubbing.

Li Mingxun looked at Wumu, and Wumu said, "Master, we were ambushed in the mountains and forests east of the high platform. We originally only caught two people who came out to explore the way, but in the second half of the night, this guy ran down, followed by dozens of barbarians, who were ambushed by us for more than twenty of them. The rest were all here. I feel that those barbarians seem to be chasing this guy."

"Why do they chase you? If you tell me, maybe I will let you live a life." Li Mingxun said.

"Let me go? Hahaha." After hearing the translation, Hei Usa smiled wildly, as if he had heard the ridiculous thing.

Hei Usa stopped laughing wildly by Umu's heavy punch and said, "Don't lie to me anymore. Hei Usa is not those idiots and will not be fooled by you. Like Tararo and Alami, you will only treat Hei Usa as bait to catch black bears. As long as your purpose is achieved, you will not care about my life or death."

Li Mingxun stared at this cruel and cruel man quietly, feeling that he had some stories that he was interested in. He untied his wine bag from his body and threw it in front of Hei Usa, saying, "Hei Usa, you are dead, but before you die, don't you want people to know what you have experienced, and don't you want others to avenge you?"

Heiwusa sniffed the wine bag, grabbed it and drank a lot, and then began to say that this guy was originally a good hunter. As Tararo's subordinates, he had to sneak in the dark forever and do all kinds of dirty things for the ambitious Tararo. His three fingers were cut off because of stealing the wealth of the Gaoshan Barbarians, but that was Tararo's premeditation. In that war, Tararo not only sent his biggest competitor into the encirclement of the Gaoshan Barbarians, but also won supreme glory with victory and became the commander of the kingdom. However, Heiwusa became a victim and entered the black prison to get rid of mold.

This time, Hei Usa chased Ah Hai and others for Tararo, but because of Li Mingxun's strength, he became a scapegoat. He learned about the conditions for Alami and Li Mingxun's private transaction and was completely disappointed with Tararo.

"So you left the Red Clay Highlands and want to escape?" Li Mingxun asked.

Before Black Usa could speak, a wounded highland warrior beside him said loudly: "Black Usa is a demon. He actually ate the body of the warrior who died in battle. We only escaped after we saw him. Look at the flesh and blood in his mouth, that is the evidence of the crime!"

"Is the situation on the high ground reaching the point where people are about to be cannibalized?" Li Mingxun asked.

The Highland Warrior shut up, but Black Usa said, "It's worse than that. That idiot Alami is pretending to be a ghost at this time. He would rather the Highland Warriors die of thirst than allow them to drink holy water, and they would rather starve to death than allow them to eat tribute rice and sacrifice animals. Their family hid in the temple, killing sacrifice animals and eating meat, discussing all day long how to get you to retreat, and the coward of Tararo actually wanted to take Marlow and his family to escape."

Li Mingxun laughed, pulled out his sword, and said to the officers beside him: "Everyone, have you heard that the enemy's army is completely lost and there is no supply. This is a great opportunity for attack. Go and capture the Red Earth Highlands!"

The order was issued, and the camp was filled with noise. The soldiers quickly assembled under the threat of officers' fists and whips. The artillery team commanded by Zhao Sandao had already begun to attack the wooden city on Daduban with all their might, and heaving bombs to hit the logs and the houses behind him, and screams kept coming from inside.

"Beat the drum, blow the trumpet!" Li Mingxun issued an order. As the drum sounded, hundreds of people shouted and knocked on weapons mixed together. The business team and Qi Lie continued to fight and cried, slowly and firmly moving towards the gap, like rolling waves.

The army's attack was heavy and brave. Li Mingxun, who was standing behind the front, felt that the resistance inside was beyond expectations. The sporadic spear throwing and arrows did not cause much damage. Even at the most dangerous stage of filling the trench, less than ten people fell down. The people behind filled the vacant vacant caused by the wounded. When the charming silver-armored torrent of Qilie rushed into the platform, he encountered an action that could be called a counterattack.
Chapter completed!