East of Puerto Acapulco.

In the early morning, the canyon was covered with damp mist, and the damp military tent was wet with rain, and the sticky feeling of the hand was not very comfortable, but fortunately, the air was very fresh in the rain, which could dispel the heavy smell of blood in the canyon.

A rudimentary canopy was erected at the edge of the camp, and the merchants' retinue and a large number of soldiers were cutting down wood in the rain to make defensive equipment.

Bernal looked at the camp with a frown.

Wounded soldiers, lying on the muddy soil are all wounded soldiers, because in the battle except for the nobles, no one will consider that ordinary soldiers have any needs except a blanket and a mouthful of hot soup, their military tents are seriously insufficient, and a large number of wounded soldiers can only lie on the muddy ground in the light rain.

The gloomy clouds and mist spread throughout the camp.

His night attack failed after the rapid arrival of Ming reinforcements, and even if the mercenaries on both wings fought bravely during the battle, they once climbed over the barrier and met the Ming army in a short battle, they could not make up for the numerical superiority of the Ming reinforcements in the battle, and repelled them again and again.

The narrow corridors behind the barrier limited the width of the engagement, and there were few soldiers on both sides, so that even if the attack was thwarted, the battle could continue.

Taking advantage of the defenders' scrambling to advance the battle line to a distance of 100 paces from the Ming ramparts, the phalanx infantry continued to suppress the fire with many newly recruited musketeers, and the battle was at a stalemate until the rain rendered the Spanish musketeers with a large number of arquebuses useless, and the mercenaries and natives withdrew back.

"Actually, we have more people, and there are more than six hundred people on both flanks, but those despicable Ming Dynasty people put traps on the road, a kind of three-legged iron nails, so that the troops behind cannot pass quickly, and in that kind of stone-walled fortress, we have been under pinching attacks."

"A lot of people had their feet pricked and couldn't continue fighting."

The battle-hardened mercenary leaders now felt that the Ming army was a bunch of immortals, and compared to them, the New World was their homeland, and the Ming army was an expedition...... Who the is on an expedition with a few boats of nails!

I think that the Spanish conquistadors ran to the New World in a boat, and there was no food and water on the shore boats, and the poor people were all bright in their eyes, and they were either beaten to death or starved to death by the aborigines.

Even so, the so-called 'large-scale' is only three or five boats.

At this moment, the mercenary leader did not mourn for his subordinates who died in the war, but only felt sorry for the pioneers who died of starvation and disease in the New World.

If that generation had the strength to assemble five hundred twenty-ton transport ships, they could colonize the whole world!

"I see it."

Bernal meant to see the mercenaries approaching the Ming army's 'fortress' and being repulsed, and he also noticed that the Ming army's fortifications were divided into two levels, and in addition to the stone walls that were built to resemble the Ottoman city walls, there seemed to be a layer of Ming gunfire.

In the night, he could clearly see that the Ming army after the fortifications fired two rows of gunfire in a volley.

"Let your people take advantage of the position, dig a trench in the rain, no one knows when the Ming army will attack, and we will also build fortifications."

Positional warfare was far from the norm in this era, and Bernal had no intention of building trenches and fortifications, or even camps—he had 10,000 good men with him, and they advanced here, attacked, and then won.

Who would have thought that the Ming army would be able to build the fortifications so thick in a short period of time?

For Bernal, positional warfare was an unstoppable compromise for the attacker.

"Attack? Now available in the rain. ”

The surprise of the mercenary chiefs is not surprising, as Western generals will try to avoid fighting in bad weather, and most of the time this avoidance will be a decision between two or more parties, which does depend on military needs.

Who would want to fight in winter or rainy conditions that make it difficult to march on the roads, prevent soldiers from getting adequate rest, and trouble with supplies?

But Bernal replied solemnly: "Our opponents are not the French fools who plunged their country into civil war, nor the natives here, the Ming people - you know what is in their minds?" ”

This was actually Bernal's biggest headache, and in the short term he realized that he was facing a completely different enemy than before, and that it was not a wise decision to attack a new enemy without sufficient understanding.

He didn't know the Ming army's combat strategy, nor did he know its behavior and habits, and the battle seemed to be getting more and more difficult.

But luckily...... Bernal looked up, and the visibility in the Rain Angel Canyon was much worse, but he could still see the Ming army fortress shrouded in rain and mist.

"Thankfully, they don't look like they're going to fight me in the rain."

The cook, who carried the hot soup, entered the tent, and the servants in the back served the ham risotto, fish soup, and half a glass of wine.

But this is only Bernal's food, and the soldiers outside are treated much worse, they only have soup and small pieces of bread that cannot see the meat, which is the meal that has just been reduced today, otherwise they can eat two more slices of red sausage.

It was not known how long the battle would last, and Bernal did not dare to let the soldiers go to eat, so he could only try to consider it as protracted as possible.

But fighting in the rain? Are you kidding!

The coach of the Ming Army, Sai Donkey, was busy all night and was soaking his feet, where is the time to let his subordinates dance with you in the rain.

The battle at night lasted for nearly an hour from the arrival of the Western Army to its retreat, and then the rain began to fall when the Western Army retreated, and then it was natural to make hasty preparations for the arrival of the rainy season, and at the same time to call back the civilians who had been taken away by the civilian officials, so that they would get sick again in the field.

Bernal became more and more frightened, but Chen Mu was relieved because of this night attack, although the Western army's offensive was very fierce and the night attack was also very scary, but in fact, it could not bring much loss to the Ming army.

Only twenty-two people were killed that night, but many were wounded, but what does it matter?

Chen Mu dared to pat his chest and said that his army had the best field medical methods, and the hospitals were already outside the canyon, no, they were moved to the port village after the rain, and the field hospitals had been established in the port village, as long as the people did not die on the way to the hospital, they would basically not die in the back.

There were hundreds of wounded soldiers in the Western Army who could not be taken away, and what their fate was can be imagined.

He didn't think about taking the initiative to attack, he couldn't stay in the trenches for a long time in the rain, but the flag army under the canopy of the barrier wall was still relatively comfortable, even if the Spaniards attacked again, they could fight better with leisure.

There is no need to be greedy for merit and let the flag army throw their lives so far away.

However, just when Chen Mu was thinking about what to add to the flag army today to save the demoralization caused by the bad weather and night attacks, the guerrilla flag army wearing green cloaks rushed all the way from the muddy foothills.

"Marshal, General Lin has been stationed ten miles east of the Spaniards!"