In Francisco's round eyes, two hundred bazookas were aimed at the Spanish phalanx standing on the beach. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Then the fuses of two hundred rockets were lit by the soldiers in the back row.

At this time, rocket technology had not yet been introduced to the West, and Francisco did not know what those bazookas were for. But subconsciously, he felt that this was a very powerful weapon. Francisco stared at the long bazooka without blinking, feeling like his heart was about to stop.

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom!"

"Boom!"

The rockets spewed out huge tail flames and shot out bazookas like fireworks. After the rocket ejected the canister, it flew faster and faster, spun in the air and forward, shooting straight towards the Spanish phalanx two hundred meters away.

Two hundred rockets burst through the air and screeched into the array of white soldiers.

Of course, the small sampan tossed up and down with the waves, and it was impossible for the rocketeers on the small sampan to shoot all 200 rockets into the European array. About a hundred rockets flew off, and I don't know where they flew. But less than a hundred rockets hit the target.

The rockets hit the bodies of the European soldiers, smashed them on their heads, and killed many people. But more rockets still plunged into the sand on the beach, standing still for more than a second under the terrified eyes of the soldiers.

Seeing the scene of the rocket smashing people, Francisco couldn't help but draw a cross on his chest.

Bless me, Lord, and bless these terrible cylinders from exploding.

However, things turned out in the direction that Francisco feared the most, and the warhead of the rocket exploded.

In the sealing of the steel shell, more than 20 catties of nitrocellulose burned violently, releasing a huge amount of hot gas. The gas accumulates and accumulates frighteningly high pressure in the steel shell, eventually blowing the steel shell to pieces.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Huge shockwaves and sparks burst out of the steel shells of a hundred rockets like a storm that swept everything. The flames seemed to have swallowed everything out of nothing, and the entire beach was turned into an active volcano by the explosions one after another, and only the flames that soared into the sky could be seen.

The soldiers who approached the rockets were shattered by the scorching shockwave, and in an instant they turned into broken limbs and flew out.

Soldiers who were a little farther away were blown away by the blast wave, flying with it like a kite that had lost its string.

Soldiers farther away were not spared, and steel slag shot from the rockets harvested the arrogant Spanish soldiers like throwing knives.

Not even the pikemen's iron armor could stop the steel slag - if the soldier was close to the point of explosion, the steel slag could break through the iron armor and penetrate the body below.

Splatters of blood and flying flesh spread through the Spanish phalanx, a scene that resembled a slaughterhouse dedicated to the slaughter of humans.

The screams were the result of a big bang and were shouted from all corners of the beach. The ground was littered with moaning and rolling wounded soldiers. Most of these wounded soldiers were injured by steel slag stabbing into their bodies, and their bodies were still intact. Sometimes they rolled onto the shredded flesh of their bodies that had been blown off by the shockwave, and they were covered in blood.

The flesh of the broken limbs scattered near the explosion point was blurred and charred, and the flesh was covered with a layer of sand, all of which were sand from the blast wave

After the shock wave dispersed, more than a hundred explosions emitted thick black smoke. The black smoke slowly rose, eventually merging into a huge mushroom cloud that tumbled up in midair.

The phalanx on the beach was blown to pieces in an instant. The dense Spanish phalanx multiplied the lethal effect of the rockets, and at least a third of the soldiers were killed or wounded, losing their combat effectiveness.

The entire phalanx was completely scattered, and the soldiers were scurrying around like headless flies.

Francisco stood in the middle of several guards, his ornate plate armor covered in blood. I don't know where the blood spewed out, but it was a mess for the governor of Manila.

The spirit of this Manila governor has largely collapsed.

How can it be?

How so?

Lord, what just happened here?

Even after witnessing the explosion of the rocket, Francisco couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. Nearly a thousand brave white soldiers were killed by this terrible rocket in just a few breaths, is there a more horrific massacre in the world?

Why would invincible whites be killed like this by the yellow race?

Francisco suddenly remembered the massacre at the Eighth Company last month. Is this the revenge of the yellow race?

This revenge is also terrible.

No, such a massacre could not have happened to a white man, it must have been a nightmare, a nightmare that would soon be over.

The Governor of Manila reached out and touched the blood on his face.

The bright red and viscous blood was telling Francisco that it wasn't a dream.

Francisco's body shook violently, like a tree trembling in a hurricane—and he began to regret his massacre at the Eighth Company.

After two more rounds of bullets from the breezers, a second wave of rockets flew at them.

This time, the rocketeers were more experienced and fired more accurate rockets, and at least three-fifths of the rockets fell into the group of Spanish soldiers -- the Spanish soldiers who were blown up were scattered in a mess, and they could no longer be called queues.

Beneath the mushroom cloud that was still tumbling in the sky, more than a hundred huge flame blasters erupted again.

The Spanish soldiers cried and dodged, jumping in a panic as if they were diving, hoping to survive the explosion like the crater of an active volcano.

However, their efforts were in vain. Li Zhi's rocket fuse has been improved, and now the rocket explodes as soon as it hits the ground. In such a short period of time, it is impossible for a panicked soldier to completely escape the shock wave range of the explosion.

The blast wave splattered countless pieces of sand on the beach, sweeping across a radius of more than ten meters.

Countless faltering European colonists were shattered by the shockwave, turning into flesh and spouting out. Splatters of flesh flew across the sand, spraying the faces of the soldiers who were still alive.

Francisco only felt his eyes glaze out, and a rocket smashed into the sand two meters away from him. He stared at the rocket dumbfounded.

The three soldiers of the governor's side rushed forward and stopped their bodies in front of Francisco.

With a bang, the rocket exploded violently. Francisco only felt himself being pushed all over his body, and then he flew up. By the time he fell on the beach a few meters away, his whole body was numb from the shock. If it weren't for the plate armor on his body, he would have been stabbed to death by steel slag.

He struggled to raise his head and looked in front of him.

The three guards had been blown to blacken, and their flesh and blood were blurred to death in front of them.

One of the guards' arms was blown off and landed right on Francisco's chest.

Francisco's heart jerked as if it were about to explode.

Powerlessness and helplessness poured into Francisco's mind like a tsunami, causing him to lose all reactions. In the face of such a weapon that transcended his time, Francisco had no ability to resist.

He looked at the severed arm on his chest like a frightened woman, and screamed with all his strength.

"Ah!!!!h