Early in the morning of the third day, Zhazha did not eat as leisurely as the day before. He had a rare early morning. Zhazha, who couldn't wait, was full of his mind at this time, and she wanted to take the manor as soon as possible.

Yesterday's failure and losses made Zhazha feel a little anxious. He didn't expect that the Chinese, who had been as gentle as pigs and sheep under his knife, could actually repel his attacks continuously.

But in his opinion, this was just a lucky draw for the Chinese people. Although he suffered some losses, the losses actually did not add up to a large amount.

All day yesterday, the losses before and after were only three or four hundred people. This number is nothing to the slag with tens of thousands of native people.

Today is today! He must set up the manor so that these damn Chinese people know who is the real owner. He wants to cut off the heads of these Chinese people one by one and stand them around the manor, so that they can become decorations to show off their force.

And their wealth will also become their own wealth, and this manor will also become its own palace. He is the supreme king of this land. As a king, you must have the majesty of a king! Majesty is absolutely not allowed to be violated, and the person who violates will only end up with death.

Although I got up early, the inertia of the natives still delayed the attack arrangement of Zhazha's attack at dawn until nearly nine o'clock. After the fire that night last night, the fire in that area had been extinguished. Except for the slight blue smoke in some places, there was no sign of any flames.

To be on the safe side, Zhazha sent dozens of natives to explore the way. The natives ran over carefully with wooden boards in their hands and soon ran back.

The news they brought back made Zhazha very excited because the natives who went to explore the way told him that the fire had completely disappeared. More importantly, after the previous fire, the muddy land had been burned out, and it was no different from the ordinary ground when they stepped on it. Now there is no need to use anything to cushion to walk directly over.

This unexpected good news made Zhazha ecstatic. He even felt that it was because God was attached to him. Without this muddy land, what could the manor stop his army? It seemed that today was his good day. He seemed to have seen his people attacking the manor, raising his butcher knife to cut off the heads of the Chinese, and he sat on a high throne and became the real king.

"Attack! Capture the manor!" Zhazha waved his hand and shouted at the natives. When he learned that the mud was no longer an obstacle, the natives were full of confidence in winning and shouted excitedly with Zhazha.

The ping-pong gongs and drums were immediately beaten. This was a means used by the slag to inspire morale. Amid the noise, the local people happily started their attack again. The scale of this attack was larger than before, and it was obvious that they planned to take down the manor in one go.

Faced with the attack of the natives, the manor was ready, and the commanding officers were still staring at the other side, and the soldiers were ready.

The attack began, and the natives rushed towards the manor quickly. When they rushed to the place where the fire had been burned before, the natives in front subconsciously slowed down.

Although the natives who had explored the road before had confirmed that the muddy land no longer existed, the natives were still a little worried because of the previous lessons. However, when they stepped on them and were surprised to find that the muddy land was indeed hard and was no different from other grounds. These natives suddenly felt extremely courageous, and then accelerated their pace, shouted randomly, and continued to rush forward with great excitement.

One hundred and fifty meters...one hundred and thirty meters...one hundred and eighty meters...

In a short time, the natives rushed through a large area of ​​mud. When the natives approached the distance of eighty meters, the commanding officer immediately issued a shooting order. This time, it was not only a single shot of the musket, but also a simultaneous shot of the musket and the bow and arrow. With the sound of gunshots and bow strings, the natives rushing in front were shot down suddenly. However, because this was not the first time that they had faced such a counterattack, the natives who had feared muskets and bows were not scared to the point of being as scared as they were at the beginning.

More than a dozen natives fell down, but the other natives did not stop and continued to move forward. The natives are not fools. After several lessons, they have found that muskets cannot be shot continuously, and the muskets on the manor are paused for a long time.

As for the bow and arrow, although it is fast, its lethality is not strong. Besides, the natives who attacked this time carried a small wooden board to cover their bodies. As long as they were not unlucky and were shot directly, they were usually just injured.

And now they are only very close to the target. As long as they grit their teeth and rush over, they will not take much time to rush directly to them. By then, these Chinese people will be cattle and sheep to be slaughtered.

Regardless of the falling companions, the smell of blood in the air made the attacking natives even more crazy. They continued to rush forward, and soon rushed to a distance of nearly seventy meters.

At this time, the remaining muddy land finally played a role. The fire could not dry all the muddy land. Although it was affected a little, the last twenty meters of mud still slowed down the natives.

The natives rushing in front were suddenly panicked. The feeling of stepping on their feet and the obvious slow speed surprised them. Moreover, with several battles, the soldiers on the manor gradually grew, especially the musketeers. They have now become much more calm from their initial poor performance. Although they have not yet reached the level of a real Ming army, they have been able to respond calmly according to the procedures when facing a great enemy.

Under the order of the officer, these musketeers loaded bullets in an orderly manner according to the regulations, then raised their guns to aim in front, and then pulled the trigger to shoot. After completing the shooting, they continued to clean the gun chamber for the next loading. Everything became more and more mature and faster.

The same is true for the archers. As the distance is getting closer, the archers' shooting gradually changes from shooting to flat shooting, and their accurate heads gradually rise. Although many archers' arms gradually become heavy due to continuous arching, and many arrows shot out have lost their correct heads and strength, they still gritted their teeth and persevered, because everyone knows that once they are broken through, everything will be over.

Although the last twenty meters of muddy land had a certain effect, it still failed to stop the footsteps of the natives under the constant influx of natives. Finally, when the first natives rushed through the muddy land, they shouted excitedly, and the natives following behind also shouted excitedly, and they seemed to have seen the light of victory.

"Prepare... let go!" When the natives rushed out of the mud one after another, the manor finally used the last resort that had not been used. With the command of the commander, the five Folang machine cannons that had been in the position had finally roared. As the cannon sounded, a red light flashed and a shotgun flew out. Countless projectiles formed a fan, flying towards the direction of the natives with powerful kinetic energy...
Chapter completed!