The Native Americans of North America stepped barefoot on the land where their ancestors had lived for generations, the leader wore a feather crown and was covered with black mud camouflage, holding a bow that was slightly longer than the Ming Dynasty, and the hand holding the bow held several heavy thick feather arrows diagonally, and slowly approached the Spanish fortress with a low bow.

Unlike the palm monolithic bow used by the South American compatriots, the bow here is mostly made of fir ribbed plate bow, which was the relative advantage of the North American Aboriginal in the battle between the southern tribes of North America and the Spanish conquistadors.

On the west coast of the Americas, military operations like this take place almost every two months, sometimes in the north and sometimes in the south, where the tribes elect wise war chiefs and organize sweep after sweep, and just last year, all the Spanish strongholds in the Gulf of Mexico were destroyed by the natives.

On the other hand, it is slaughter and vendetta again and again.

The army stationed in this camp belonging to the province of Hautes California in New Spain was half a company of the Bernal Legion, and last year their entire company of 300 soldiers was transferred from South America to the north to deal with the increasing problems caused by the local natives to Spain,—— in fact, the so-called "Alta California" and "Baja California" only existed on paper, and the Spaniards had not yet begun to colonize and proselytize here.

Forty miles to the south, there was another half of the company garrisoned, the only garrison in the land.

The Spaniards had been here for thirty years, but then there was a very powerful Indian named Lautaro in the south, whose name means 'swift long-legged eagle' according to the local Mapuche language, and who learned to fight on horseback as a slave soldier of the Spaniards as a teenager and later escaped slavery.

After returning to the tribe, he was elected by the natives of Arauco to become the leader of the war, leading his army to victory over the Spanish expeditionary force and killing Valdivia, the leader of the expeditionary force later known as the 'Chilean Conquerors', the founder of the city of Santiago, in battle.

To this day, the Mapuche are still fighting the Spaniards and have made no permanent peace visible to them.

Especially after the Viceroyalty of New Spain sent troops to Guam and annihilated the entire army, peace with the Mapuche people was already on the agenda of Spain.

I can't go on anymore.

The soldiers guarding the city and watching the slaves wiped a handful of sweat down their chins, looked up at the harsh midday sun, and smiled easily as they leaned on their heavy arquebuses.

The weather here is cool, and you only sweat when you wear armor, but it is much better than in South America, where their main equipment is cotton armor and half-body armor, which will not take long to rust in that climate, and wearing cotton armor is not only to line the armor outside, but also to protect against poisonous snakes and mosquito bites, compared to most of the natives who wield obsidian weapons, heat stroke is a more difficult enemy.

The guards put their high-brimmed helmets upwards and pushed and shoved at the officers in the camp who were not wearing armor but shirts and wide-legged half-pants.

They are veterans of the European theater of war, who have come to the New World spontaneously in pursuit of wealth to do what they do best – war.

The great Renaissance liberated not only the noble, but also the inferior.

The thugs, blind streams, scoundrels, and liars of European society, who were known as the great conquerors in the Age of Discovery, as long as they could bring back gold, who cared how much blood had been stained on it?

They went to war, they bleed themselves and bleed, they gained power and wealth for a while, and then they sent monks from the country, and they realized that they had nothing.

The exclamation of the gate of the wooden village interrupted the old soldier's thoughts, and he heard the soldiers guarding the gate shouting: "Enemy attack! ”

More than a dozen native warriors coated with mud and colored dyes suddenly jumped up from the grass thirty meters outside the gate, and slashed at the camp with axes, faster than them was a feather arrow, and the poisoned stone arrows drew a slight parabola at a distance of thirty meters to accurately hit the head of the gatekeepers, but the feathered arrow collided with the high-topped helmet and only made a crisp sound.

At the moment when the alarm was raised, the soldiers who were fighting with each other in the camp hurriedly took out all the weapons they could get at hand and ran towards the gate of the village, two flintlock pistols emitted a loud noise, and several people pushed the wooden door with all hands and feet to keep the intruders outside the camp.

The sudden outbreak of the accident stunned the slaves who worked for the Spanish conquistadors outside the camp, and the people left their work and fled, and Ma Gui's telescope clearly saw a slave wearing a brown crotch cloth fleeing to the wooden gate in terror, trying to escape into the camp before the wooden door closed, arriving at the gate at the moment when the gate was about to close, and then froze down, slowly fell forward, and then lay down on his back under external force.

Just as he was about to enter, a steel sword pierced through his chest and through his back, and the Spanish officer in his shirt pulled out the sword as he kicked the corpse open, shouting for his subordinates to shut the wooden door to death.

However, in the delay of this sword, a native had already rushed to the door, and a few steps away from throwing the bronze short sword into the door, almost at the same time smoke burst out from the crack of the door, and he was immediately shot and fell to the ground.

Ma Gui didn't know if the short sword had hit the Spaniards inside the door, but the wooden door was still closed.

He saw someone in the camp shaking the bell, and a massacre ensued.

Dozens of Spanish soldiers stood up to the camp in a very short time, some of them were only half-draped in their clothes, and they were condescendingly armed with muskets, spears and swords, while the natives frantically stormed the wooden gate, and then more people surrounded half of the camp like a tide, standing under the wall and slashing with axes, throwing torches, and even some climbing up alternately with iron axes.

But this is a minority after all.

More people use bows and arrows and spears to throw at the wooden village ten paces away, but whenever a burst of gunpowder smoke disperses on the wooden village, many people fall under the wooden village, and the natives who struggle to climb up are also pierced by spears, and their most effective offensive is the torches that are thrown under the wooden village, and the natives seem to have discovered this, and throw all the flammable materials they can pick up under the wooden village nearby, wanting to use fire to destroy the biggest reliance of the Spaniards.

The frenzied attack lasted for nearly half a moment, and the natives dropped dozens of corpses outside the wooden village, supporting their wounded comrades to slowly retreat, and confronting the Spaniards inside the wooden village with a faint semi-encirclement.

Magui didn't know how many casualties their advance had inflicted on the Spaniards, but it didn't seem that the defenders in the city had been significantly reduced.

Five?

Or ten?

Ma Gui shook his head, this can't be done, the offensive means are too scarce, how long will it take for them to break through this wooden village? If there is enough gunpowder in the wooden walled city, it will be enough to choke people when they die!

Just when Ma Gui was pondering whether to let someone carry a tiger squat cannon to help, the Spanish defenders who saw the natives withdraw a hundred meters quickly opened the wooden door, and five cavalrymen riding Andalusian horses rushed out quickly, running all the way to the south.

It was they who made Ma Gui make up his mind, patted the side of the boat and said: "Come to the shore, grab those two small boats to sail to the shore, and go to a clever flag army to compete with them, we are friends from the Ming Dynasty, help them break the city!" ”