Speaking of which, this is also influenced by Liu Ximing's war thinking, and the troops of Long Xiang Division and Fubo Division have always been very taboo about casualties, so Zhao Jingyong would rather delay the fighter plane than let his people attack under artillery fire.

In the early stage of the development of the Liu family, this concept was mainly born because the foundation was thin and could not afford to lose.

Until now, it is because of the various humanistic concepts that Liu Ximing has promoted in the army on a daily basis, and the officers and soldiers of the Liu family army are like brothers, and everyone is more cautious about human life.

Facts have proved that once Liu Jiajun let go of his hands and feet, although the Spaniards can be regarded as brave and good at fighting, they are still vulnerable in front of Liu Jiajun.

Coupled with the shield blocking, the Fubo division almost bullied the Spaniards thirty paces in front of them before firing, and the dense fire directly stunned them.

At this time, the Spanish officer Flores who led the team finally reacted, the enemy was several times outnumbered by his side, and he could not withstand hard resistance.

"Go and get the native soldiers here," the Spanish company commander roared, and with the rest of the 100 soldiers, he ran towards the indigenous village on the east bank of Manila.

Zhao Jingyong was given the order to annihilate or capture the Spaniards to prevent him from passing on the news.

Seeing that the Spaniards had fled from the rear of the port building, he ordered two of his troops to go and occupy the docks, while continuing the pursuit with the remaining 1,300 troops.

Herrera, the official representative of Manila's indigenous community, also noticed the changes in Manila.

By the time Flores had retreated with the remnants of his army, Herrera had gathered three thousand native soldiers.

However, the Spaniards were not at ease with the natives, and only dared to equip them with cold weapons such as broadswords and spears, and their real combat power would only help the Spaniards bully and bully other tribes in the Philippine Islands.

Zhao Jingyong and the others who were pursuing soon met the native soldiers led by Flores and others, and under the supervision of the Spaniards, these black, thin and short natives actually launched a desperate charge against the Fubo Division.

However, as soon as the Fubo division fired a salvo and grenades fell, the barbarian-like natives withered instantly, and even though they were guarded by the Spaniards, they still scattered and fled while screaming.

Zhao Jingyong didn't bother to care about these natives, and only cared about attacking the Spaniards behind the array.

Flores and the others were only more than a hundred remnants, how could they defeat the heavily armed Zhao Jingyong and others, and it didn't take long for the Spaniard army to be wiped out.

Zhao Jingyong immediately led people to chase down the deserters, and at the same time cooperated with You Degao and others to control the dock and port.

Just as the port and other areas were gradually calming down, the fighting in Manila was about to end.

The ferocious firepower of Liu's army broke the heads of the soldiers led by Cocuella, and the Spaniards had no choice but to retreat towards the governor's palace while resisting stubbornly.

By this time, all 4,000 whites in the city knew they were in danger, including

Priests, doctors, and other technicians also went into battle to resist the attack of the Fubo Division.

It's a pity that they encountered the army led by Liu Ximing, who had the absolute killer weapon of street fighting in this era - grenades.

In order to avoid excessive casualties in the dark, Liu Ximing waited until the sky was bright before launching a clean-up operation in the city.

As the scattered Spaniards in the streets and alleys were cleared one by one, the remaining Spanish men and women, who numbered less than 2,000, could only huddle in the Doge's palace and shiver.

The cries of women, the screams of children, and the prayers of priests resounded in the Doge's Palace, bringing a sense of desperation to the remnants of the Spaniards.

Outside the Governor's Palace, Liu Ximing, who led the Fubo Division and the personal guard battalion to surround it, waved his hand and signaled everyone to stop fighting.

He looked at Lingen as he arrived, and gave him a tin megaphone.

"Lingen, tell the people inside to lay down their weapons and come out and surrender in Chinese and Franco, and tell them that those who surrender will receive a fair trial, and we will never kill indiscriminately."

On the platform on the second floor of the Doge's Palace, Melcho Vera, dressed in a red Catholic bishop's robe, mingled among a group of nobles with wigs and lace bow ties.

"Your Excellency the Governor", Meljo has been baptizing Han believers for many years, so he can understand some Chinese.

He looked at Cocuella in disbelief, "It was the Sanglai who attacked us, they told us to lay down our arms and surrender, they said they would give us a fair trial and would not kill indiscriminately. ”

A group of miserable-faced Spanish nobles in the Doge's Palace then perked up, "Your Excellency, is this true, can the words of the sangles be trusted?" ”

Cocuella burst into a rage, "How is it possible, how can these damn yellow-skinned monkeys have such great firepower, it must be a weapon provided by the evil Dutch, they have betrayed us and betrayed Europe." ”

"Let all the Dutch go to hell!"

A group of Spanish aristocrats all shouted in grief.

Meljo looked at Cocuella with a worried expression, "Your Excellency the Governor, what are you going to do?" ”

Cocuella, who had just finished venting, instantly looked like a deflated pufferfish, his originally stiff body softened, and his face looked more like he was more than ten years old.

"Raise the white flag and surrender, I just hope these sangles are not barbarians."

A few minutes later, a white flag was raised at the very top of the Spanish Doge's Palace.

Liu Ximing hurriedly ordered loudly that all the soldiers should be on guard and not be allowed to fire first.

Dejected, Cocuella and the others rushed out of the gate of the Governor's Palace, and when they saw the Fubo Division dressed in a neat red military uniform outside the Governor's Palace, a group of Spanish nobles shrank their eyes.

Such military appearance and weaponry were unprecedented in the Far East.

Cocuella's heart was slightly uplifted, and in the face of such a powerful enemy, the Imperial warriors lost unjustly.

Among the soldiers of the Fubo Division surrounded by a human wall, Liu Ximing stood in the crowd wearing a red commander's uniform similar to that of the Beiyang Army.

His mighty military hat, shiny epaulettes, and golden tasseled ribbon made him stand out.

Cocuella walked forward in front of Liu Ximing, took off his command knife and offered it with both hands, bowed slightly and said in Spanish:

"Your Excellency, Cocuella, the Governor of the Franc Empire in the Philippines, surrenders to you, and I ask you to keep your promise and spare the Franc people in the city from humiliation."

Hearing Lin Gen's translation, Liu Ximing smiled slightly, and took the Western-style command knife with a round handle from Cokuella's hand with one hand.

"I accept your surrender, and as I said earlier, you will receive a fair trial."

"Your Excellency", seeing that Liu Ximing turned around to leave, Cocuella shouted, "At least let me know who we lost to?" ”

Liu Ximing paused, and his brows furrowed.

It's really not easy to do.

There are often Chinese businessmen in Manila, and if you make a name for yourself directly, I am afraid that it will be a little tricky to pass back to Daming.

After thinking for a few seconds with his back to Cocuella, Liu Ximing turned his head and threw down a sentence, "It doesn't matter who was before, from today on, it will be the Luzon General's Mansion that will defeat you." ”

Leaving behind these panicked Spaniards, Liu Ximing rushed to the port and Balian City with the personal guard battalion to check the results of the battle.

After Zhao Jingyong defeated the native soldiers led by Frelos and others, he also specially controlled the gathering area of the native people.

After a night of fierce fighting, the Fubo Division's operation in the Golden City was a complete victory, not only capturing or killing all the more than 6,000 Spaniards and second-class whites in Manila, but also controlling all the ships on the docks.

This includes the two galleons from Mexico that Liu Ximing is most interested in.

"Second brother, let's get rich, hahaha."

Zhao Jingyong grinned as soon as he saw Liu Ximing at the dock, "I sent someone to check, there are at least 300 million taels of silver in those two Franc man's sailboats, and there are more than 20 merchant ships on the dock, and the goods in them are at least 1 million taels." ”

Liu Ximing's face immediately became very ugly, and he looked at the location of the dock, where there were soldiers from the Fubo Division guarding near each merchant ship.

"No one has touched the cargo on these merchant ships, has they? And what about the merchants and sailors? ”

Zhao Jingyong picked his head a little dazedly, and pointed to the building on the side of the port with his left hand, "It's all in there, second brother, don't worry, no one dares to touch the things on the ship without your orders." ”

"That's good," Liu Ximing exhaled, "Let people bring all these merchants to Balian City." ”

"Li Biao, you have people bring out all the leading Francos in the city, and we will hold a meeting in Balian City."

"Okay", Li Biao responded, and hurriedly turned around to make arrangements.