As the distance approached, more and more of the natives were shot and fell to the ground, and the people running in front finally realized that something was wrong, and some tried to slow down, or back off, but the crowd behind still pushed them forward.

Fearing that the natives would be scattered, after entering a distance of 200 meters, the mortars that had been silent finally rang out, and more than 100 mortars on the temporarily set up mortar positions began to shell the indigenous troops, and fifteen rounds of shells per minute exploded in the crowd one after another.

As the shells landed, the corpses of the natives flew in mid-air, each shell clearing a small piece of no-man's land, which was then filled by the crowd by inertia, and then blown away, scattering stumps and severed arms everywhere.

"Da-da, da-da-da!"

"All Through, All Through"

The natives got closer and closer, and the firepower of the Tiance Army became more and more intensive, and finally it was almost full firepower. Vehicle-mounted machine guns, Type 85 heavy machine guns, and Type 95 automatic rifles fired continuously.

The bullet struck a native in the chest, opening a large hole in his back, and with the burst of blood, the bullet passed through his body, and the native fell to his death without saying a word.

Due to the obstruction of the bones, the bullet changed course and flew backwards and downwards, hitting the stomach of another native, who was sliced open with great kinetic energy. The intestines flowed out immediately, and he fell to the ground in agony, grabbed the intestines and tried to shove them back into his stomach, but it was all in vain, and another native was shot in the head, and his head blossomed, and he fell on the body of the rotten native, followed by another corpse.

Row after row of natives fell like stakes in pools of blood, like dominoes, and soon accumulated into a human wall of corpses at the forefront of the natives' attack.

Mortar shells swept through the crowd, and mountains of corpses and rivers of blood flowed in front.

The armoured vehicles of the Tiance Army were dispatched, and they continued to spray a rain of bullets, and then crashed into the indigenous crowd, crushing and impacting.

The natives immediately collapsed, this is not what they think of a war, this is a massacre.

The frightened natives shouted and ran in the way they came, only to be greeted by bullets.

"Aim, shoot!"

"Bang bang bang!" The arquebuses of the Spanish Warlords rang out in a cloud of smoke, and seventy or eighty of the natives who fled backwards crackled and fell.

"Shoot!" The commander waved his saber.

"Bang bang bang!" The second platoon of musketeers fired again.

The Spaniards had no psychological barrier to dealing with the natives, and the Warlords mercilessly slaughtered all the servants who dared to retreat.

Thirty twelve-pounder army guns were already loaded with shotguns, and twelve eighteen-pounder guns were also loaded with solid bullets, and if the servants dared to retreat and charge their own camp on a large scale, the Spaniards would not hesitate to slaughter them.

I'm dripping mom! The natives are like rats in bellows, blindfolded. No matter how low their brain capacity is, they also know that the attacking Tiance army will definitely die, and they may also die if they retreat, so the natives ran to both sides with a scream, one by one hating their parents for missing a leg, looking forward to leaving this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

The natives who had fled in all directions looked back as they ran, looking at their falling companions, and secretly glad that they were fast on their legs, when many short figures suddenly came in front of them.

The little dwarfs blocked their way with muskets equipped with bright bayonets, and the leader slowly pulled out a katana from his waist, then raised his sword to point at them, and shouted eerily: "Kill ......!" ”

In charge of the two wings was the Japanese mercenaries led by the 1st Brigade of the Security Forces, and this leader was none other than Takuya Kimura.

The smell of blood coming from the battlefield made Takuya Kimura excited and cordial, and he could finally fight and kill!

For this reason, he asked Meng Nanxing, the commander of the first brigade of the security army, to fight, and the Japanese mercenaries were Wang Yue to deal with those natives, and seeing the collapse of the indigenous servant army, Meng Nanxing ordered Takuya Kimura and Ichiro Matsuura to block the two wings.

"Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!" With the order of Takuya Kimura, the musket of the Japanese mercenary rebel headquarters rang out, and the natives who were running on the head of the country fell down sadly again.

The mercenaries of the rebels also used smoothbore guns, and the tactics taught to them by the Tiance Army were also lined up to shoot in formation. However, the rebel army is an army armed with doctrines, an army of faith, rifle bullets are not only expensive, but also the Tiance army also has a limited supply to prevent them from getting bigger, so the rebel army has always been very economical in bullets.

Wang Yue promised the mercenaries an uninterrupted supply of ammunition, but the mercenary army commanded by Takuya Kimura continued to uphold their tradition of saving, and after a round of shots, the rebel mercenaries, with bayonets and shouting murder, rushed towards the natives.

"Kill, give!" The Japanese mercenaries were like wild boars, staring at blood-red eyes, howling and rushing to kill, just like the pig tactics used by their descendants.

The natives have no fighting spirit, and when they meet this group of fierce gods and evil again, they are completely like lambs to the slaughter.

The bayonet plunged into the native's chest, and the rebel soldier kicked him over, pulled out the bayonet, and plunged the bayonet into the native's stomach again, making sure that he was not saved before running to the next one.

A native who was stabbed in the neck with a bayonet covered his bleeding wound and let out a "Uh, uh! The sound finally fell weakly.

"Surrendered, I surrendered." The natives threw away their weapons and threw up their hands in surrender.

"Click!" With a bang, Takuya Kimura cut off the head of a native who had already raised his hand in surrender with a katana, and said fiercely: "It's all dead, it's dead!"

Although I can't understand the language of the natives, I know from the actions that the natives are going to surrender. How many people have you killed? Takuya Kimura felt that this was not at all enjoyable, and he refused to surrender to the natives.

"Quick, withdraw to the royal city." The servant army collapsed and fled in all directions, and the Spanish warlords finally saw the Ming people on the opposite side, and taking advantage of the chaos on the battlefield, the commander did not hesitate to order a retreat. The artillery fire of the Ming people was too fierce, and the cars that were grotesque and rampage were too terrible.

Unfortunately, the Spaniards' decision to retreat was a little late, and the mortars began to extend the shelling, and shells fell one after another on the heads of the retreating Spanish soldiers.

The focus was taken care of by the artillery of the Spanish army, "Boom, boom!" "The shells blew up the artillery wagons, blew up the dragged horses, and the Spanish soldiers were blown into the sky. In the flight of shrapnel, the retreating Spanish soldiers left behind dead bodies in a place, and less than 300 people managed to escape into the city.

"God, the artillery of the Ming people is too far and accurate, how did they do it?"