After three or five test-firing and positioning of the "bombardment ......," finally a cannon rang out, and the cannonballs from the royal city of Manila hit the upper edge of the wooden wall in the stream, easily smashing a wooden wall directly to smash it.

As early as when the Spaniards set up the Jiannei, they calculated clearly and put the Chinese gathering place under the cannon port of the royal city of Manila. There is only one Bashi River between them.

As early as the 31st year of Wanli (1603), when the first massacre of China, the most lively and prosperous urban area of Luzon was razed to the ground by the cannons of the Manila Battery. The sinister intentions of the Spaniards in strictly specifying the location of the buildings in the Chinese ghetto are clear at a glance.

And now it's just a repeat.

When they heard the dense sound of gunfire in the direction of the stream, and saw the Spaniards crossing the river being thrown by the guns and rats, and dying one by one, the Spaniards began their own revenge.

An excited shout from a captain officer sounded from the battery: "Very good, very, right on target!" ”

"Herald, tell each gun position, use this data as the standard, fine-tune each one, and reduce the spacing."

……

"All the gun positions, all of them, shoot with all your strength in the stream, bombard with all your might, and it's over."

"Prepare ......"

"Prepare ......"

"Fire ......"

The rumbling explosion completely resounded through the heavens and the earth, and every shell fired was like a thunderbolt from the sky, shattering people's eardrums.

The lightest cannons on these batteries were also twelve-pounderers. The power is not at all something that the buildings in the stream can resist.

In the direction of the north of the stream, the Chinese with reluctant expressions were already holding their bags and pushing the carts, and they had no choice but to leave their homes.

Breaking a home is worth a lot, and if they can, how can they be willing to leave their home.

Others fell to their knees with their legs unsupported, and their hearts were cut as they watched their homes collapse under Spanish fire.

Lin Xingzhu pursed his lips disdainfully, what are these people? It's not the first time that people have been slaughtered like pigs, and they haven't even resisted, or are ready to resist.

Not to mention guns in the entire stream, when it comes to the end, there are not a few knives, guns, bows and arrows. I really don't know what these people think, and their hearts are too big.

……

How big is the inner part of the stream? The wooden wall is ten miles around, and the area is larger than that of the royal city of Manila.

But because it was all dwellings, there were no real fortifications at all, and after a day of artillery bombardment by the royal city of Manila, it was already in ruins.

Three hundred Spanish soldiers, along with thousands of Bangbangya and Japanese expatriates from Manila, armed with muskets and swords, poured into the stream.

The latter had long since been empty, and there was no one in sight.

Many of the shops on the street had collapsed, but the contents were still there, and if it weren't for the Spaniards carrying muskets, Bangbangya and Japanese expatriates would have flocked to fight for it.

And now these belong to the Spaniards.

Although they will also get some benefits, they are allocated to them by the Spaniards. That's like the previous two Tu Hua, Bang Bang Ya and the Japanese expatriates in Manila are like a good pair of dogs in the big duck.

In the 31st year of Wanli, during the massacre of China, more than 300 Chinese broke out of the encirclement and fled into the deep mountains and dense forests. Later, the Bangbanga people who besieged Pafalo turned to attack the overseas Chinese in Batangas, killing more than 1,100 overseas Chinese. Some of the overseas Chinese in this area retreated into the mountains, and were besieged and pursued by 5 or 6,000 people from the Spaniards, Japanese accomplices, and Bangbangya, and all of them were killed.

Even the Spaniards themselves admit that it is difficult to say whether the Bangbangya and the Japanese expatriates worked harder than the Spaniards in the process of massacring China. The whole comparison is just for the devil to praise who is more cruel.

So, this time they gathered around the Spaniards as well, because they knew that if the Spaniards did not do well, the Chinese would liquidate them. It's all something you can't think of.

Under the call of Lin Shaoqing and the guarantee of Lin Risheng, all the Chinese in the stream retreated north.

A Spanish major led by a Spanish major did not make any stop in the stream at all, but only asked people to report to the royal city of Manila, and then commanded his combined forces to chase in the direction of the Chinese fleeing.

Then they saw the flag of the Chinese on a low hill, a very red red flag.

Through the binoculars, I could clearly see the human head peeking out on the top of the opposite hill after a moment's pause. There were old and young, and they were all dressed differently, and everyone laughed!

If it weren't for his predecessor, Major Miguel, who was too arrogant and stepped into the ambush circle of the Chinese, how could these enemies in front of him be the opponents of the Spanish Army warriors?

He felt that it would be too easy to defeat such an enemy. "Order the troops to press over. Merciful God, I am truly ashamed to have such an enemy as a merit for promotion! ”

"Honorable Major. Your mind shines as brightly as the sun! "The flattery of the leader of the Bang Bang Ya is disgusting. But the Major would be happy to listen.

As the leader of the Bangya people in Manila, Mediarti hated every Chinese person on the other side.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Lin Risheng quietly showed his head, and hundreds of soldiers behind him were waiting for him, and then he quietly looked at the crowd of people who were surging over in the distance a mile away.

"Kill......"

Three or four hundred Bonbonya men rushed to the front, followed by three hundred Spanish soldiers, led by the Major himself. Left and right are the remaining Bangbangya and Japanese expatriates.

The Bang Bang Ya people bravely rushed to kill. These Spanish-bred thugs are fierce and vicious, but they are absolute garbage in terms of military qualities.

When defending passively, they can still hold up behind the wall for a short time, but if they attack actively and want them to remain orderly, don't even think about it.

But it doesn't matter.

The distinction between the leaders of the Bangbangya and the common people is as clear as the officers and soldiers of the Xiyi, just as the leader of the Japanese expatriates in samurai armor is as clear as the others.

"Boom, boom, boom......" several light small cannons of the Spaniards also began to fire. In order to catch up with the fleeing Chinese, they abandoned most of their artillery, leaving only a few light guns in their hands. The first drop of blood on the battlefield was not left by the Spaniards, but by the Chinese.

Lin Risheng was unmoved, and his soldiers were unwavering, they held their rifles, and the muzzles of each gun were aimed at the Bangbangya people who rushed over, without the slightest trembling.

The rushing crowd of Bangbanga was one of the most combative of the many natives in Luzon, but even then they were equally afraid of death. They are people, not scarecrows, not wooden targets, living grinning people. When the companions around them were put down one by one, they were also afraid, and they were also panicked.

Don't look at these people gritting their teeth with hatred when they see the Chinese, just like a hungry wolf sees a fat sheep.

But when several snipers shot one by one, knocking out the heads of many Bangbangya people, they were naturally flustered.

Thankfully, there are Spaniards behind them.

"Shoot!"

The distance is already within twenty zhang. Lin Risheng could clearly see the hideous faces of the Bang Bangya people on the opposite side, so he ordered to fire.

It's all at this distance, and it's time for the Spaniards to stop and form a team and start suppressing the top of the hill.

But the Bangbangya people didn't have muskets. The rudimentary bows and arrows in their hands could not be shot at a distance of twenty feet.

Three hundred muskets lined up in two horizontal rows, and two gushing smoke, tongues of fire, and dense lead bullets formed a vigorous wave, crashing towards the chaotic crowd in front of them.

A dense rain of bullets crashed into the surging crowd of Bangbangya. At a distance of fifty or sixty meters, the lethality of the musket can be fully maintained, especially against the Bang Bangya people in cloth clothes, and the power has been maximized.

The flesh-and-blood human body rolled to the ground like a wave that had been smashed on the reef by an oncoming wave.

This group of cannon fodder brigades was like a splash of water, torn apart and completely collapsed.

But don't forget the Spaniards behind them.

The Bangbangya people who turned around and ran consciously avoided the small Spanish phalanx protected by spearmen in the front.

Lin Risheng scoffed at the small phalanx of the Spaniards, but he knew that he was looking down on the other party's array again, and he was the one who suffered the loss. The Spaniards were professional soldiers, but on his side, the only trustworthy of the 300 guns was the 100 soldiers.

With a whistle, everyone retreated behind the hill, rows of guns swept overhead. If they had stubbornly held on to it just now, I am afraid that many people would have been beaten by now, and the whole order would have been disrupted.

"Forward—" shouted the major, holding his saber.

The sniper didn't shoot him in the first place, and had to wait for the Spaniards to come within range of the Tiger Cannon.

The Spanish phalanx were moving very slowly, slowly, but they were also really steady.

The frightened Bangbangya people, as well as the Japanese expatriates beside them, had already been taken aback by the previous misery. But with the Spaniards' volleys of guns, their hearts quickly settled down.

Over the years, the Spaniards have built up a strong image in their hearts, and now this old memory plays a huge role.

Behind the hill, Lin Shaoqing was wrestling with a pair of hands unscrewing the fuse of the grenade, he knew the importance of the moment, only if the current resistance battle was good, the Chinese in their stream would usher in a better tomorrow. Otherwise, even if Zheng Zhilong will kill all the Spaniards and natives in Manila in the future, he can only avenge them.

"Beep ......"

Piercing sounds cut through the battlefield.

The Spaniards stepped into the range of the Tiger Squat Cannon, and even Lin Shaoqing could clearly hear the footsteps on the opposite side.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Tiger squat cannon firing in unison.

"Shoot, shoot......"

"Bomb Drop, Bomb Drop, Bomb Drop......"

Different shouts rang out. With the sound of the tiger squat cannon, the most critical moment has come.

Gunshots and explosions rang out in rows, countless splatters of bloody arrows and minced flesh exploded, and the brains that had been blasted and bloomed flew above the heads of the enemies, and the bright red blood stained the weapons held high in their hands.

The death-defying screams of the Spaniards, the Bangbangya, and the Japanese were so melodious that hundreds of mortal enemies fell on their stomachs and never got up again.

The Tiger Cannon roared at the distance that best suited them to play. Each loaded grapeshot will disintegrate in the air, and hundreds of small projectiles will be scattered into a large net to shoot head-on, splitting the head and covering the face of the enemy, and the blood rain set off is much more spectacular than the previous salvo.

A projectile is more penetrating than a gun! Broken limbs, chopped heads, mixed with blood mist rising into the air like wind-blown blades.

The Major had no time to utter his horror, and the man could not die again. The leaders of several officers who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe were also pale with fright. They did not expect that the opponent could still keep the fire intact under their own pursuit, and Miguel's defeat had made the Spaniards realize that the Chinese had artillery in their hands, but they thought that under their own hot pursuit, the Chinese could not evacuate with artillery at all, and the latter should have been abandoned or buried somewhere. So much so that the sudden counterattack caught them off guard.

However, in the next moment, their lives were also over. The flying spears either hit the chest or blew off the skull, causing the brain to burst......

"Get on the bayonet! Trumpet! Kill it forward—"

Lin Risheng shouted loudly. This battle was really too easy.

"Rush, rush for me-" Lin Shaoqing laughed, everyone was going crazy. The Spaniards also have today, the Bangbangya people also have today, and the Japanese also have today, they deserve it, they all deserve it.

Stepping through the sea of corpses and blood, the soldiers and Hua Yong who walked out of the smoke of gunpowder were laughing, these enemies in front of them who were all in a mess, that was the fat meat that they were allowed to slaughter.

"Kill, kill—"

"Avenge the fathers and villagers who died in vain—"

"Revenge, revenge—"

"None of them are left, none of them are left, and they will be killed fiercely!"

The cry of revenge roared on the clouds.

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