In less than a quarter of an hour, 1,500 Fubo soldiers rushed in from the West Gate, and although they had marched as softly as possible, the footsteps of more than 1,000 people and the sound of military uniforms rubbing against each other woke up the residents on both sides of the city's roads.

At this time, the role of Huang Yang, Zhang He and other internal responses was highlighted, hundreds of men pacified the residents of the city along the road, and there was no other sound in Balian City except for a few women who cried out in silence.

Zhao Jingyong led 1,500 soldiers to the vicinity of the port.

On the port side, nearly 200 people from two companies of the Spaniards patrolled and guarded back and forth, and there were merchant sailors who came out from time to time, so it was impossible for the Fubo division to take it quietly.

Seeing that the cobblestone road leading from the port to the fortress was full of torches, Zhao Jingyong gritted his teeth and beckoned the soldiers behind him to aim at the dozen or so people on the street in front of him.

The sound of thumping muskets mingled with the sound of crossbows breaking through the air, and a dozen unsuspecting Spanish soldiers burst into clouds of blood and fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

“¡Ataque！”

The remaining Spanish soldiers erupted in a cry of grief and took refuge in the corners of houses and other shelters in the streets to fight back.

The Spanish soldiers in the direction of the fortress directly rang the big bell on the city tower, and then there were several loud roars in the direction of the western fortress, accompanied by the fire in the sky, and Manila woke up in the war at night.

At the gate on the west side of the fortress, Liu Ximing arrived here early with his troops and set up an artillery position.

The fort built by the Spaniards was about two miles from the port, covering the entire harbor and the Balian city and the indigenous gathering area near the port within artillery fire.

Because of the large number of Chinese and native labor available, the whole fortress was built very strongly, the city wall alone was two zhang high, more than seven feet thick, and the water of the Paxi River was also drawn outside the city to form a moat.

The Spaniards were good at engineering, and the bridge built above the moat did not face the city gate, but formed a misalignment, making it impossible for the enemy to fire directly at the city gate.

Therefore, the officer corps of the Fubo Division did not plan to rely on artillery to collapse the city wall, but wanted to suppress the city head through artillery fire, and then use gunpowder packs to blow open the city gates.

The gunfire from the port was the signal, and as soon as he heard this, Liu Ximing shouted without hesitation, "Open the gun!" ”

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In the Manila Fort, on an area of nearly one square kilometer, the Spaniards built various buildings such as the Doge's Palace, churches, schools, and bakeries.

Only 4,000 Caucasians, as well as descendants of white males and women of other races who were considered second-class whites, were allowed to live in the fort, totaling more than 6,000 people.

At around 12 o'clock at night, the lights in the office of Philippine Governor Cocuela were still on.

Since last year, the hard-line governor has been plotting the conquest of the Sultanate of Sulu.

In January this year, he led 600 Spanish soldiers and 1,000 indigenous soldiers to attack the island of Jolo, the royal city of the Sultanate of Sulu.

How could Cocuella give up the expedition so easily, he had been preparing to continue the expedition to the south for some time, and tonight he had been discussing countermeasures with his fleet commander Juan Chavez and Manila Archbishop Melcho Vera.

"For the sake of the Empire, the Sultanate of Sulu must be in our hands......"

Cocuella's blue eyes revealed a powerful confidence, and her golden curls shook along the movements of his arms.

Before he could finish speaking, however, there was a boom, echoing cannon roar from outside, followed by a burst of fire at the west gate, illuminating the window outside his office.

"Enemy attack!"

The Spanish defenders inside the castle erupted in panicked screams.

Cocuella and Juan Chavez looked at each other, and the two of them sprang out of the office like cheetahs.

"Guards, assemble your troops!"

At this time, Liu Ximing's first wave of attacks had already achieved results, and under the simultaneous attack of 100 artillery pieces, the part of the tower above the gate of the Manila fortress was instantly destroyed.

The Spaniards arranged for a company to be on duty on the city walls, and when the artillery fire came, most of these rested in the towers, and when the towers fell, these people were directly buried by the collapsed ruins.

There were only thirty or so patrolling soldiers on the walls of the city walls, panicked and overwhelmed by the flying stones.

Several Spanish soldiers who reacted hurriedly rushed to the artillery set up at the head of the city to counterattack, but a second round of artillery fire followed.

This time it's a flowering bomb.

The rain of bullets and fragments that continued to explode in mid-air turned the entire fortress into a living hell, and by the time the guard battalion rushed to the city gate under the cover of shields, the walls were as quiet as no man's land.

"Boom"

The power of the simultaneous explosion of eight large explosive packets blew the iron gates of the fortress inward, and for the first time, Manila's charming face unfolded in front of the Chinese conquerors.

Thanks to the large number of Han Chinese craftsmen who could drive them, the Spaniards perfectly reproduced their artistic cells in the city of Manila, from the city gate to the governor's palace, the whole city is like a garden.

However, the Fubo division did not have time to carefully appreciate these images, and 5,000 men rushed in, taking advantage of the time when the Spaniards had not yet arrived, to quickly build a position.

Five regiments with a total of 2,000 troops marched along the city wall towards the north and south gates, hoping to open the gate for Zhao Jingyong and others after capture, and at the same time prevent the Spaniards from escaping.

Spain's Philippine governor Cocuella did not expect the enemy to attack so quickly, and when he rushed to the west gate with more than 2,000 assembled soldiers, a storm of steel awaited him.

"Shoot!"

At the city gate, the soldiers of the Fubo Division lurking in the darkness calmly looked at the heavy figures that were constantly rushing towards them under the light of the torches, and followed the orders of their Qu Commanders and Tun Commanders to pull the trigger.

Liu Ximing once again arranged more than 40 cannons towards the city at the head of the city, and saw the Spanish soldiers with torches passing through the square in front of the governor's palace and entering the avenue opposite the west gate, and a ball of fire lit up from the city wall.

Even the half-body armor and the bright silver iron helmet on his head could not stop the ferocious fire of the Fubo Division, and the more than 400 Spanish soldiers in front of him were instantly swept to the ground by the storm, leaving behind blood and various body fluids.

"Charge, if we don't rush over, we'll all die!"

Cocuella's face was hideous, where did this enemy come from, was it the Dutch attack, no, even the Dutch did not have such strong firepower.

Unaffected by the plight of the Spaniards, the Platoon Musketeers calmly fired from behind sandbag-hung shields, and the battle was firmly in their hands from the start.

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On the port side, the actions of Zhao Jingyong and others were not very smooth.

There were many Spanish soldiers stationed in the port, and the Fubo division could not defeat them in the first place, and with the artillery support of the wall of the Manila fortress, the two sides fought inextricably.

"Politics and politics, look, the big ship of the Francois is raising its sails."

Zhao Jingyong was pulled by his subordinate head Zhang Minfa to look at the port, and suddenly his eyes were a little red.

"It's all for Lao Tzu to beat to death."

The three Spanish warships anchored in the harbor had been manned at all times, and when they found the harbor in a chaotic manner, they hurriedly hoisted their sails to avoid being taken.

Seeing that these warships were about to sail out of the dock, Zhao Jingyong was really shocked and anxious.

If these people are allowed to escape, or if they use naval artillery to bombard their own side, then the Fubo Division will have a hidden danger even if they take Manila down.

Just as he was anxious, dozens of fires suddenly lit up on the foggy harbor sea.

The sound of the cannonballs whizzing through the docks immediately afterwards resounded through the docks, and the three galleons that had just left the docks were fired a few times before they could react.

"Division, they're here, hahaha."

Zhao Jingyong burst out into a cheer, "Blow the whistle and let the naval artillery reinforce it." ”

A sharp whistle sounded, but before Sun Wu and other battleships could finish dealing with the three battleships of the Spaniards, there were bursts of gunfire like fried beans at the south gate of Manila.

"Second brother, their people have also arrived", Zhao Jingyong was surprised and annoyed in his heart, only he was the only one who almost went wrong among the three people, how could he not be angry.

"Array, salvo round."

Without the threat of Manila's artillery, the two regiments led by Zhao Jingyong could finally let go.