Abandoning the city walls, the most fortified position in the entire city except for the castle of Santiago, was not an easy thing to accept, but several senior officers accepted Campos' suggestion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The Info force began to withdraw from the immediate danger, some returning to the castle and the rest scattered into buildings on both sides of the main street and near the Doge's Palace. However, hundreds of officers and soldiers were still trapped in bunkers near the city walls.

"We can only give up on them." said the colonel.

Once again, his suggestion was taken.

On the other side, Qin Lang didn't know what the Spaniards were doing, and he couldn't guess what they were doing. So the mercenary artillery carried out his plan step by step, repeatedly scrubbing the walls of Manila and the nearby newly formed ruins with shells, until they had to temporarily stop firing so that the mortar's barrels could cool down - and then continue firing.

These mercenaries bring to full play a "glorious tradition" that the US Army is about to form. The shelling lasted an hour...... Of course, time is a secondary issue, it is only worth mentioning that during this time they fired at least sixty thousand shells. Not only the Spaniards, Filipinos and the officers and sailors on the cruisers, but also the mercenaries of the reconnaissance unit were dumbfounded by the actions of their colleagues and even forgot about their mission.

When the artillery fire began to extend into the city for the fourth time, the commanders had to give clear verbal orders to get their soldiers back up and running. Luckily, there was no danger from this mistake, as not a single Spaniard emerged from the rubble and opened fire on them, and the mercenaries easily entered the city they had been trying to enter through the drawbridges and the collapsed gates.

Then they split up and pushed towards their own goal.

Curtis's team was targeting the hospital in Manila, which was just southeast of the city and nearby was a bulwark jutting out of the city, possibly in big trouble. The commander thought worriedly. Of course, a reconnaissance squad could wield more firepower than a Spanish infantry battalion. Maybe there's no need to worry.

Perhaps the Spanish soldiers had already retreated......

"Safety!" Zhang Biao shouted.

Another mercenary also signaled: "Safety! ”

Curtis looked around for a moment, but there was not a single target on either side of the street, and there were no civilians. The Spaniards all hid in their houses, peeking through the cracks in their doors or windows to peek out of their enemies. The commander could feel the frightened and hostile gazes, which made him uncomfortable.

"We should speed things up." He whispered, but more like talking to himself. The mercenaries of the reconnaissance team were still scattered on both sides of the road, cautiously observing all movements, and then slowly moving forward. From time to time, a mercenary would attempt to push open the confined door of a roadside building, causing a suppressed exclamation.

"They're afraid of us......" The commander heard a mercenary laughing behind him. He turned his head and gave the reckless fellow a stern glance.

"Watch behind you!" Curtis issued a warning.

Perhaps disoriented Spanish soldiers would emerge behind them - anything could happen in a city: one army occupied the first floor of a building, the other on the second floor, so that a fierce battle broke out, but in the end the two sides simply switched places with each other - but the commander's fears were unfounded. There were no Spanish soldiers in his rear, only in front.

The Spanish soldiers quickly showed the enemy that they were still alive and had not fled: about a platoon of soldiers poked out of the buildings along the street and opened heavy fire on Curtis and his soldiers.

Enraged by the Filipino suicide attacks and the heavy fire of the Americans, the soldiers fired quickly and accurately, and the mercenaries could only slightly interfere with their enemies with their submachine guns, and then ducked behind every cover they could find as quickly as possible.

But on an empty street, there are not too many objects that can provide shelter. And there were many more Spanish soldiers emerging from the building.

The mercenaries were completely exposed to the fire of the Spanish soldiers. Soon, someone was hit by a bullet.

"Take cover!" Curtis yelled, "Get inside the house!" ”

Hiding in the nearest building was the only way to go, and someone had already begun to do so: Zhang Biao kicked open the door of a house and rushed in, followed by Xu Wensheng, Butz, and two other mercenaries who were with him. Then there was a burst of exclamations in the room.

"Shut up!" Zhang Biao shouted at the owner of the house, but more importantly at his wife and daughter, who were screaming hysterically, but to no avail, on the contrary, the voices of the two women became louder and distracted.

He's going to kill them all. However, he is now a soldier hired by the U.S. government, and firing at civilians at will can be problematic...... But the two women were still screaming.

"Shut up!" Zhang Biao struggled to control his emotions and forced himself to take his fingers off the trigger. But in the end, he couldn't stop the impulse in his heart. After a short burst of fire, the room was completely silent, save for the sound of the mercenaries' breathing.

As well as accusations. "The next time you're going to fire, it's best to say hello first."

Butz glared at their friend along with two other mercenaries. Zhang Biao's sudden firing made them think that there were also Spanish soldiers in the house, and no one expected that he was just shutting up the two noisy women. Zhang Biao smiled apologetically at them, then turned his gaze to the wall next to the building next door.

"Do you think a bomb can blow it through?" He asked Butz.

"I just hope the bomb doesn't blow up this room." Butz replied.

Zhang Biao pursed his lips, took out a bomb and placed it next to the wall. Butz and the two mercenaries were hidden, only Xu Wensheng was still watching, and was then dragged into another room by Zhang Biao.

Then the bomb exploded.

One pound of explosives was enough to blow a large hole in the thin wall of an ordinary house, as well as a hole in the wall next to it. That's what Zhang Biao needs. Although the smoke had not yet cleared, he had rushed out of the room, swept a string of bullets into the hole in the wall, and burrowed into the building next door.

This time, there were no exclamations. The owner of the house was frightened by the sudden explosion and the subsequent gunshots, and he trembled in his arms and could not make a sound at all. They were then dragged to safety by Butz, who followed the advance, and two other mercenaries. Zhang Biao did exactly the same thing as before, blasting the wall on the other side with a bomb, shooting into the smoke and dust, and then Butz drilled through.

"Security—" He had just begun to signal when the door to the room was suddenly pushed open with force - and the explosions and gunshots drew attention. A Spanish soldier pushed open the door and rushed in, only to be hit by a bullet and turned into a corpse. The next soldier to come in was the same.

"Safety!" Butz called again, but the muzzle of the gun was still pointed at the door, and he pricked up his ears to listen.

Zhang Biao and two other mercenaries soon appeared, and then Xu Wensheng followed.

"How?" Zhang Biao asked.

Butz gestured to the ceiling. "The Spaniards are upstairs."

"So what are you waiting for?" Zhang Biao became excited, "Let's go and kill them." ”

It's simple. The Spanish soldiers on the second floor were not yet aware that the enemy had entered the house - their eyes were fixed on the wide street, and the exchange of fire continued with the enemy who remained there. When Zhang Biao and Butz slammed the door open and fired ferociously at them, the soldiers didn't have time to react.

They then blasted through the wall again, entered the building next door, and killed all the Spanish soldiers there. The same is true in the buildings across the street, as well as on several other streets. The Spaniards did not know anything about the new tactics adopted by the mercenaries, and defeat was only a matter of time.

Little by little, the front is moving forward.

"Our troops have entered Manila. Your plan succeeded, boss...... Brigadier. "Fan. Commander Dean looked at Qin Lang happily. At least judging by the current situation, everything is going well, and the troops do not suffer too many losses. Brilliant plan.

But Qin Lang furrowed his eyebrows. Just now, it dawned on him that the Spaniards had abandoned the walls much earlier - the reconnaissance force had not exchanged fire with the Spaniards near the walls. Qin Lang didn't like this result, obviously, the shelling did not cause serious casualties to the Spaniards, and the fighting in the city would continue for a while longer - but there were some things that he hoped would be completely resolved tonight.

Some things can't be put off for too long.

He thought for a moment and gave the order. "All infantry units were ordered to go into battle. At the same time, let the artillery move forward, providing direct fire support. ”

"Understood, Brigadier General."

"Amend the rules of engagement to allow soldiers to fire at any target where hostilities are being conducted, whether military or civilian."

"Brigadier General?" Both the commander and the military adviser were stunned for a moment, "Permission to fire at civilians?" ”

"Of course."

"What if our soldiers kill civilians who did not take hostilities?" Fan. Dean asked.

"I will deal with this kind of soldier seriously within the company, but," Qin Lang turned around and said word by word, "For the outside world, we will insist that those who are killed are armed civilians who have taken hostile actions." ”

"If the dead civilians are not armed—"

"Then find them a weapon." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )