Several solid iron balls flew down from the city and landed on the ground. The 4-pound iron balls jumped on the dry and hard land, and then fell into the soft wheat field. Finally, all kinetic energy was absorbed by the soft soil and stayed on the ground.

Although the shelling did not cause any damage to the Eight Banners soldiers, it also caused the armored spearmen standing on both sides of the wheat fields to stir up a stir, and it stopped until some Clars shouted loudly. However, the slaves in the wheat fields were unmoved. After careful measurement, they felt that the British shells might not fall on their heads. As long as they persisted, they would probably be in the top 100, and they and their families would be detached. Therefore, only a very small number of them shouted and turned around and ran away, most of them were still burying their heads to harvest wheat, and their movements were still accelerating. The slaves who shouted and fled quickly died after the Eight Banners soldiers shot a series of bows and arrows.

"Don't worry! Keep harvesting wheat! The coachman speeds up the transportation, the spearmen are ready, and the officers go down and suppress them, otherwise these gangsters can blow up the camp for you." Sun Shengjun stood behind the carriage full of boxes and bombed the chiefs and deputy chiefs who were surrounded by him.

After a long period of rectification and training by the East Coast people, these Eight Banners soldiers have now become a bit decent. The morale of the soldiers has also improved a lot. At least the situation where many people run away as they walk is unlikely to happen again.

The British artillery was still firing. At first, their main targets were slaves who were hiding their heads in the wheat fields, but they soon discovered that the power of solid shells was very limited in the soft soil. They fired more than ten shells. They couldn't even kill a single person.

Seeing that the effect was so poor, the British decisively stopped shelling the wheat fields and began to shell out the Eight Banners spearmen standing in line on both sides of the wheat fields. The four artillery pieces were divided into two parts, each responsible for one side. After firing more than a dozen shells, one or two shells finally fell into the crowd, knocking down several Eight Banners spearmen in succession.

The formation of the spearmen was a little turbulent, and the Clars who acted as officers were also at a loss. The remaining organs of the spearmen who were rubbed by shells were sprinkled all over the ground, which was shocking to see and vomit when they heard it.

The British fired several rounds of shells again. Seven or eight spearmen were hit by the jumper and lay all over the ground in a mess. The injured, who had not died for a while, was lying on the ground and shouting shrillly. Sun Shengjun listened from a distance and felt a little upset.

Seeing the Eight Banners soldiers and Clars frequently looking at him and understanding what they mean, Sun Shengjun waved helplessly, allowing these a little scared soldiers to temporarily retreat to the artillery bunker and avoid it. At the same time, he ordered the already-set cannons to start firing counterattacks at the British artillery position on the top of the city.

So the two sides were bored and firing at each other. The slaves scattered in the fields were still burying their heads to harvest wheat, as if they were deaf ears to the artillery battle between the two sides. The eight hundred acres of wheat were a total of nearly 5,000 acres. With such a large area, nearly 1,000 slaves had to harvest at least three days in a row before they could barely finish the harvest. Will the British give you three days?

"Mr. Heywood. Things can't go on like this." In the Fort Good Hope, Lieutenant Porter rushed into the Knight Haywood's office and said anxiously: "The soldiers were obviously affected by rumors. They were indifferent to everything that happened outside the city. They only care about those stupid gossip. Sir, please come forward as soon as possible to clarify the facts. The soldiers' morale is quite low at present. These savages have chosen a good time to come."

Haywood Knight rubbed his face tiredly. The hard years in Cape Town seemed to have taken time to his vitality, making him obviously several years older than before.

"Aaron, sit down first." Knight Haywood said in a hoarse voice, then he picked out a letter from the pile of documents on the table and handed it to Lieutenant Porter, saying, "You look at this letter first."

Second Lieutenant Porter took out the letter in confusion and read it. After reading it, he asked in a more confusing manner: "Mr. Chris said that the domestic situation has undergone major changes, but what does this have to do with us?"

"Aaron, read more when you have time. Your sensitivity to this information is too low. What is the difference between you and those stupid country farmers?!" Knight Haywood looked at Aaron with dissatisfaction, and then had to explain patiently: "The situation in the country was under the control of all the gentlemen in London. The Scots defeated the local army loyal to the king in the north of the kingdom, and then rushed into the kingdom. Just as everyone was laughing... Well, waiting for the situation to develop, in January, the king led 2,000 people to Newcastle. The Marquis of Hamilton also led some troops to meet with the king. The local squire and nobles even raised a military expense for the king, and at the same time formed a militia to join the king's army."

"What then?" Lieutenant Porter was a little fascinated and couldn't help but ask. These detailed letters about the war were not introduced. In such a remote corner as Cape Town, only the well-informed Knights of Heywood would know that.

Knight Haywood lit his pipe and continued: "The two sides started a battle at the end of January. The king invested 9,000 people in this battle, but they also included many under-trained militias; and their opponents, the Scottish army, had a size of 13,000 people. However, the result of the battle was astonishing. The 2,000 new troops formed by the king shone brightly in this battle. Their dense firepower volley made the Scottish idiots run away. The army had no spearmen, all of them were flintlock guns, and even equipped with more than 20 Tartan cannons. The Scottish army, with dense formations, could not even last for more than half an hour in the face of such fierce firepower. According to the comments of the battlefield observer, the form of war may change in the future. The Spanish formation was a bit behind."

After hearing this, Lieutenant Porter was so surprised that his mouth wide open that he could almost stuff an egg in.

"After the war, the king awarded this army the title of "Royal Model Army." Knight Haywood smoked his pipe and said quietly: "The Scots have begun to retreat to the border areas. The king has temporarily stopped pursuing due to lack of supplies and military expenditure. It is said that the two sides have begun informal negotiations. Moreover, the most important thing is that the king is likely to convene the parliament with the momentum of this great victory and force the upper and lower houses to agree to his taxation requirements."

"The king cannot do this!" At this point, Lieutenant Porter finally reacted. He was also a parliamentary faction, so he was very worried about the king's power to defeat the Scots to convene parliament to oppress the parliament.

"So the gentlemen in London are worried at the moment," said Knight Haywood. "Some gentlemen suggested compromising with the king, but they were criticized by more people. The spirit of the Magna Carta of Freedom cannot be violated! The king has now embarked on a dangerous path. He is too obsessed with the power of force and ignores the ancient tradition of freedom. The gentlemen believe that the king's ambition must be curbed, and this first requires the concentration of our own strength. Unfortunately, the Fortress of Good Hope has cost the company more than 30,000 pounds in the past or two years, but has no profit. The board of directors of the company is already discussing with the Dutch and preparing to transfer the Cape Town Colony."

"What?" Lieutenant Porter finally couldn't sit still after hearing this. "They can't do this! We have paid a lot for this castle, and many people have died for it. How can they... how can they transfer this castle that has soaked our hard work in this way? No, I can't accept it!"

"You must accept, Aaron." Knight Haywood's face looked very bad, "It is unlikely that there will be new assistance in China, and the soldiers have no fighting spirit. The barbarian tribes who defect to the East Coast are still showing hostility to us. If the East Coast people are willing, it will be difficult for us to defend this castle. This castle is also my hard work. I also want to trample all the East Coast people here under their feet like bed bugs. But... the situation in the country is tense now, and a civil war may break out at any time, and the company has no time to take care of us."

"Did this year's struggle make those damn Dutch people cheap?" Lieutenant Porter was still a little furious.

"I don't hide it from you. Mr. Green and Mr. Chris once wrote to me to ask me if I was confident to maintain this castle without any foreign aid? As long as I had the confidence to persevere, they would be sure to convince other directors of the company not to sell this place to the Dutch for the time being. However, after thinking about it for a night, I still rejected their kindness. I carefully analyzed the power comparison between the enemy and me, and I found that I was really not sure. As long as the East Coast people learned that a war broke out in our country, maybe they would come to attack our castle with cannons the next day. Believe me, they would do this. And as long as they came, we would not be able to defend it." Knight Haywood smoked his pipe and said with a slight look.

Lieutenant Porter was suffocated and said nothing. The highest commander of the Cape Town Colonial was so unconfident. What else could he say as a militia leader? Lieutenant Porter sighed heavily, and he suddenly lost the intention of going out of the city to fight with the barbarians.

After saluting the Knight Haywood, Lieutenant Porter walked out with great worries. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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