The territory of the Ming Dynasty is so vast, in March, the battlefield of Guangzhou is already the time when the tree buds are growing wildly, and the northern country has just finished a heavy snowfall, and the ice hangs down along the mast, and in the northwest wind that blows the cold bones of people, there is a tuning fork-like vibration sound.

Mao Jue and his family are very attached to the ship, and Adriana, who is wrapped in a set of dark green new-style Ming army coats, is also hiding in the captain's cabin, leaning on the edge of the burning fireplace with a few logs, while looking at Jiang Nan's orders.

The rule of the empire changed with the improvement of the means of transportation, if a few decades ago, an order was sent from distant Guangzhou to Liaodong, it would have taken fifteen to eighteen days to expedite eight hundred miles, but this order had reached Adriana through the urgent special train of the empire to deal with tight official documents, and nine days of work.

The warships of the Westerners can make a big show and travel long distances to the East to conduct wars, but until now, none of the Eastern warships have the strength to go to the West, which means that the war between the two sides is not equal, and the Ming Dynasty's strike range is not as far as the Dutch, which is not a good thing! The Dutch's attack on Manila stimulated Mao Jue, who urgently needed to open up a new route to Europe in the New World, where Western control was relatively weak.

The crown prince is the advance team that ended this unequal strike range, and now it is the turn of Adleena, the backbone, to dispatch!

But after preparing for so long, and finally receiving this order, Adriana couldn't be happier!

On the small coffee table in her hand, there was also a thick stack of information transmitted back from the New World expedition.

At this time, the prince is not restless, and is actively going around the Zhao'an Indian tribes to build his ideal Confucian empire! If you want to open the Panama Canal, you have to forcibly recruit indigenous people to serve as laborers, and when she thinks of Mao Xingjian's virtue, Sister Nana can't stop having a headache.

"The military department didn't give me extra salary, I hope this kid doesn't follow the stones in the dung pit, it smells bad and hard!"

Stretching her waist greatly, she showed off her beautiful figure, reached out and touched her hat, and then Adriana walked out of the door lazily.

Just on the edge of the shipyard, in the ice and snow, there were thousands of men who were shouting and screaming forward with their spears in their hands, waving their big knives in their hands, and despite the cold wind on the seashore, these people were still shirtless, wearing only calf nose pants, and some of them even had hot air rising from their heads.

Lying lazily on the railing, looking at the last army that was practicing below, finally, the corners of the girl's mouth hooked up a rich smile.

"Waste is reused!"

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In the cold north, Sister Nana was wearing a cotton jacket and packing her bags, and in the warm Guangzhou, tens of thousands of Ming troops launched wave after wave of blood-boiling impact on the remnants of Zhu Ming under the emperor's personal conquest, and ate the land of the three provinces into their stomachs, but the hot Manila was completely plunged into a volcanic hell.

In the bay, the artillery fire of the western warships was still roaring, but it was much lower than when the first day of the war began, worthy of the Dutch god of war at sea, at this time there were only more than a dozen battleships left in the bay scattered and cruising without formation, the traces became difficult to catch, but the artillery fire was constantly spitting to the shore.

Heavy solid iron cannonballs whistled past, and finally fell heavily in the city of Manila, which had been attacked for more than ten days, and the city, which was as beautiful as a garden, did not have a good house with a roof at this time, and the neat two-story building collapsed on the ground, the glass was broken everywhere, and the steel bars were as hideously exposed as broken bones.

Under the roar of artillery fire, the Spanish infantry, dressed in heavy Saxon armor or Milanese plate armor, pressed forward along the already messy streets with their heads bowed obscenely, and the phalanx that the Spaniards were once proud of were all beaten and deformed here, and the axe-spear-spear halberders who were originally like hedgehogs threw their mighty halberds and replaced them with large planks wrapped in linen or cloth to block the outside, and inside were musketeers who kept blowing arquebuses.

But even if the precautions were so tight, the marching team walked out, and suddenly a musketeer still had a bloody hole in his head, and he fell down without snorting, and in the horror, a group of musketeers immediately held their guns in a dense group of guns and hit them in the direction of the attack, and in the crackling gunshots, only half of the remaining cement walls were beaten with pockmarks, like smallpox patients, but nothing was found.

The two tactical concepts of street fighting and sniper, which preceded the Battle of Manila by more than 200 years, were introduced into the war dictionary of the East and the West!

After the gunfire, the three large shieldmen trembled in front of them, and several arquebusiers cautiously followed, carefully looking for the figure of the attacker who had just attacked, and the lessons of blood in the past few days had made it clear to them that if they ignored these sporadic attacks and insisted on going their own way, the losses they faced would be devastating.

But the war is fair, the sniper infantry of the Ming Dynasty is not so always lucky, aiming at the back of the heads of these sortie infantrymen, a young boy has just emerged, the cold light of the reflection of the barrel instantly made several Spanish gunners in the phalanx instantly raise their guns, crackling gunfire, a stream of scarlet blood splashed on the broken glass, and the heavy corpse fluttered down the collapsed staircase.

The Spaniards even learned artillery support, and if they encountered a few difficult snipers, they lit a pile of campfire smoke on the ground, and then quickly retreated a few dozen meters, and after a few moments, heavy artillery fire roared in, bombarding the already broken building again.

Soaring so slowly, about the distance of only one street, most of the day has been consumed, watching the late night, these mercenaries who came to China from Europe thousands of miles away, but there is a strong fear in their pupils.

In front of them, there was a camp that had been hit by artillery fire, and only half of the first floor remained, outside the camp, there were scattered corpses and limbs of the Ming army, and inside the camp, there were bundles of Western soldiers' corpses lying there.

The night is the time for the Ming army's counterattack, the dark and rich night, I don't know where to shoot the cold gun, the bayonet pierced, just like the god of death shrouded in the heads of these mercenaries, the advantages and disadvantages of flintlock pistols and arquebuses are vividly revealed in the night battle, the Ming army can shoot at will, but the Dutch, the French are afraid that the arquebus will expose their position, and become a gun target alive, such a night attack is particularly tragic, often a camp, and when it is dawn the next day, there are only bloody corpses left.

When it comes to the defense of Manila City, Akito is simply crazy!

However, when the French army and the Spanish army besieging the city were full of fear, the Ming defenders also reached the time when they relied on one breath to hold on.

Historically, it is not without a war in which a fight of four and a few thousand people can easily defeat tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops, but either the cavalry on the plains confronts the infantry, or the vast majority of the other side is a peasant soldier with a temporary hoe and extremely low quality.

The entire open lawn of Fort St. Philip was occupied by dense stretchers, medicines were indeed available, but the ambulance was not enough, and the military doctors and nurses were busy covered in blood, but they were still too busy, and some even ran over in a panic with bandages, but the wounded sergeant had swallowed his last breath forever.

Standing on the wall of the castle that had been besieged by him, Huang Degong looked down worriedly.

At this time, more than half of the city of Manila had fallen, and the last section of the barricade more than 100 meters away from Fort San Philip was regarded as the final battlefield for which the two armies repeatedly competed, and not only Manila was attacked, Domingo, Xialiu Town, Collection, Mengzhai, and Daming towns near Manila also fell one after another, and the Spaniards had a great tendency to make a comeback at this time.

However, the current battle situation was not the most terrifying and desperate for him!

Huang Degong, a man of more than 200 pounds, staggered hand and foot, shook down the city wall, but before he returned to his office, suddenly, his trouser leg was caught.

A thigh is gone, although it is bandaged with several layers of gauze, the blood is still rolling outward, and the body is not wearing Ming army armor, but an ordinary cloth suit, in the helpless nurse sobbing, the militia in Manila is like a gossamer, but it is full of hope to look at Huang Degong's pupils.

"Handsome! The Ming will definitely send reinforcements, right? ”

"Yes! Reinforcements are already on the way! As long as we hold on for a few more days! Your Majesty will not give up on us!"

Without any dislike for blood, Huang Degong even squatted down and held the little soldier's hand.

As if he had seen some beautiful sight, the young man in his early twenties also showed a warm smile on his blood-stained face, and his mouth was muttering, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller, and in an instant, his hand slipped heavily from Huang Degong's calloused hand.

In this life, I am used to seeing life and death, and the veterans who follow me don't know how many stubbles they have changed, but for the first time, death made Huang Degong so moved, dozens of catties of iron whips waved like flying, but he trembled violently here, Huang Degong of this war has fought so many wars are different! Around him is no longer a chaotic soldier ruffian who eats and waits for death, has no future and no hope, but a group of young people full of ambition to protect their homeland!

He let go of his hand and was silent again, but Huang Degong hurriedly ran towards his office as if he was running away.

Under Gu Moyi's frightened gaze, the heavy desk was smashed to the ground by him with a bang.

However, ten minutes later, after the night came out, the more or less wounded defenders of Manila quietly rushed out of the city from several gates of Fort Phillip like ghosts, carrying a big iron whip and wearing their own cold-forged military uniforms, and Huang Degong rushed to the front!