Beiyang new warlord

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In just over a minute, the second round of artillery bombardment came over again. The dense formation caused even more damage than the formation just now. The thick Spanish plate armor was like paper in front of the artillery fire. The spearmen who were together were really scrambling to be the first and fell in a pool of blood.

With a puff, a Dutch mercenary gunner who was still pushing the cannon immediately burst into flames, and all his blood was sprinkled on the back of the [-]-pound Eagle Cannon in front of him, and another shell hit the cannon wheel. , The heavy gun cart fell to the side of the road with a tooth-piercing creak.

The natives were out of control, and no one really wanted to be cannon fodder. The surviving Barangay cried and ran to the back. Several captains and majors wanted to organize the team, but at this time it was Hernan, a civil servant, who was crying like shit, and gave the order correct order.

"Quick retreat! Run away!"

The army was defeated like a mountain, and on the seaside path, thousands of white people and natives threw heavy weapons and ran back crying, escaping from this shelling area, but the trap set by the hunter quietly, how could they Let them get away so easily?Amidst the heavy clattering sound, in the dense tropical rainforest, the well-prepared "Hound Dog" charged out with a bloodthirsty roar.

These people are not Daming dragoons, but Japanese warrior cavalry who are only 1.3 meters tall and ride horses as tall and short as donkeys. The Spaniards know how to use mercenaries, but how can Mao Jue not? The jungle is dense in the South Island The short Japanese cavalry has much more room to play than the tall dragoon cavalry. Five hundred ronin cavalry are the only reinforcements Huang Degong has received in the past six months, but these are enough. The Westerners and natives caught up by the "Hound Dog" fell to the ground one after another like harvesting wheat, their heads rolling.

"No fun!"

The miserable screams below actually made Huang Degong yawn heavily and rubbed his eyes. He just lit a twig with a little expectation.

"Go back and pick up the guests!"

"I hope these things in the north are a bit interesting, otherwise how would Ben have the nerve to be on the headlines of this page?"

Chapter 676

After a day and a half of delay, at the end of May, before the hottest month in Luzon began, the Spanish army on the north route finally arrived at the city of Manila.

The achievements of the Spaniards colonizing the East Indies for nearly a century were basically displayed in front of Daming. At the front, 120 large and small cannons were placed in front of the formation. The dog at the back of the cannon, relying on its position, desperately hit the rattan shield in hand with its spear, and behind it, the Spanish phalanx stood there like hedgehogs, with Spanish conquistador cavalry on the left and a layer on the right. Italy hired crossbowmen, and tens of thousands of troops were on the edge of the city. The battle was like an alliance in Warcraft.

"These barbarians have so many cannons!"

Not to mention, with this appearance, even Huang Degong would have a headache when he saw it. Standing on the highest point of Zhennan Fort, he looked down with some anxiety.

Under normal circumstances, they would not be afraid of them even if they fought with artillery. Regardless of tonnage or accuracy, the Beiming army tempered by the war would be better than Spain.

The problem is, the Goddess of War is always fair. Those Spanish nobles held up Alex's main force for a day and a half, and gave Huang Degong ample opportunity to steal that side of Ernan, but the heavy red cannon was dragged back It took a day and a half before Huang Degong ordered to abandon three-quarters of the cannons and concentrate on pulling the horses. Then he rushed to pull back [-] heavy cannons with the troops. disadvantage.

After taking a few glances at the city, Huang Degong waved his hand sullenly.

"Order to evacuate the citizens to the south, hide the cannon, and empty the northern city as a battlefield!"

Fighting against the enemy with superior firepower outside the unobstructed city is what a reckless man did. Although Huang Degong is brave, it does not mean that he is stupid. Seeing that his general held the binoculars and did not put it down, several regiments under his command were the same They clasped their fists neatly and hurried down.

The Beiming army who was about to make a move had to restrain their temper and hide, and at the same time, the Ming Chinese who moved to Manila also left their home full of worries.

It has to be mentioned that this has planted a bad seed among immigrants. The credibility of the government in this era is far less than that of later generations, and some people even regret moving to Manila at home.

But while the Ming army waited in full force, the time passed by every minute, and the Spanish army, roaring wildly in the north of the city, did not launch an attack immediately.

"What are they thinking?"

Looking at the native long shield like the big fish scales, Huang Degong really couldn't understand it.

He also pinched his chin and hesitated, but after a while, Gu Moyi's eyes suddenly lit up, and immediately he clasped his fist heavily.

"Mr. Army, these Western barbarians must be waiting for their allies! Manila is located at the junction of Northern Luzon and the Visayas. Hernan just landed and fell into the encirclement of our army and was defeated. Almost all the defeated troops went south He escaped, Master Yuan blocked the Manila Bay on the sea, and if the broken soldiers want to spread the news, it will take at least four or five days to go around from West Luzon!"

"When these barbarians react, our cannons have already been pulled back!"

After Gu Moyi explained, a group of officers and staff who heard it all breathed a sigh of relief. The days without cannon support are indeed too difficult, but they didn't notice it. Huang Degong heard these words, but he seemed to have something. think.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly said in a low voice with his face full of concealment: "I will decide, fight!"

Just now, immersed in the atmosphere of procrastination, Huang Degong suddenly said a word, and all the officers and staff who heard it were dumbfounded. Even Gu Moyi, relying on his good relationship with Huang Degong, went up and touched his forehead with a small hand, surprised asked.

"Sir, you don't have a fever, do you?"

With a slap, Huang Degong angrily slapped Gu Moyi's little hand off.

In this era, the sky is still a rare piece of blue, without a trace of pollution, the clouds are so white that it makes people heartbroken, and the hot sun is also unrestrainedly swaying energy on people's heads, and it is exposed to the sun near the bayonet. In just one noon, the natives seem to be It was even darker, and the conquistador infantry wearing Spanish plates and iron tower helmets also seemed to be in a steamer, steaming continuously, and the sweat even made their eyes a little hard to open.

In the Chinese army, Alex was like an ant on a hot pot, constantly turning around with his hands behind his back, muttering non-stop.

"Governor Hernan, it's time to arrive!"

"Did something happen?"

One ear was lost, and the governor of the East Indies, Dalazan, had obviously lost his courage. He was talking in a low voice, looking forward and backward, but before he finished speaking, he was beaten by Archbishop Andolema, who was also a fellow prisoner. broken.

"Impossible! God blessed the Spanish army is not something these heathens can defeat!"

I really don't know where the confidence came from, and Andolema, who had suffered a big loss, was itching his teeth with hatred, and jumped up and down like an angry bird.

"Don't wait for Hernan! It is urgent to regain God's land in the east! Major General Alex, you should bombard and attack immediately!"

But Alex also has his own little jokes in his heart.

His major general position was obtained by Hernan, Governor of Mariana, through connections. Hernan's family can also be said to be his backer. If he hit Manila, he would dump Hernan. After winning the battle, it is estimated that he will have a hard time in the Spanish officialdom.

So even if the big magic stick urged him repeatedly, the old Spanish colonist still frowned like a mountain monkey and shook his head gloomily.

"No! Your Excellency the Archbishop, after all, heretics are occupying Manila! It would be better to wait for Lord Hernan to arrive!"

But just when the two sides were in dispute, an infantryman rushed in excitedly and quickly, kneeling on the ground with one knee on the sword.

"Archbishop! Your Majesty the Major General! Manila is on fire!"

"on fire?"

He couldn't help being taken aback, and couldn't help but push the messenger away, and Alex rushed out the door with his binoculars in hand.

In his view, the building is on the edge of the harbor, and half of the southern part of Manila is leaning against the mountains. Puffs of black smoke rise into the sky. In the faint, the sound of shouts and musket bursts alternately, and it continues continuously. spread up the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the vengeful Andolema was ecstatic, full of resentment, he lost all the kindness and humility that a priest should have, and roared hoarsely like an old vampire again.

"Hernan is attacking! Send troops now! Send troops!"

"It's not right!"

The telescope kept shaking, but Alex shook his head solemnly.

More than something wrong?

It’s still a familiar recipe, a familiar smell, with firewood on the bottom and banana leaves on top. When the fire is lit, thick black smoke rises ragingly in the streets of Manila, choking Gu Moyi’s eyes swollen like Taozi kept coughing.

Next to the brazier, the Chinese who came across the sea crackled and lit the firecrackers they kept for the New Year. On the other side, the natives screamed and wrestled with each other in awe. dawdled past.

The biggest concern in this battle is that the Spaniards have 120 cannons in their hands, while the Ming army only has 23 or four. The firepower is not at the same level, and they suffer from bombardment. If the Spaniards use artillery to bombard the city of Manila, they can only be passively beaten.

But if the Spaniards could be induced to take the initiative to launch a full-scale attack and fight in the city, then these cannons would become decorations, and the two sides would be brought to a level again, and even the Ming army would have a certain advantage due to their geographical advantage.