Nanyang evergreen, approaching June, more green and moist, the river water is misty, the two banks are full of color, the battlefield is like the dazzling picture scroll under the bright ink painting school created by the great painter Bian Shoumin.

Every color is so swaying that the yellow-brown crowd is like a hollow realm, making people involuntarily look away, while scattered in front of this color spot is a little bit of bright red, so dazzling, but because of the extremely vibrant brightness and tightly grasp people's eyes.

Jia Hao's pupils constricted, dispelling the vitality of the color, and seeing the human body wrapped in the color, Yijing lost his vitality.

Less than two miles away, the dozens of soldiers who had crossed the river had all been killed, and the blood-red patches were their remains. The Spaniards were curious to peel pieces of equipment off the spiky soldiers, whom they had thought were Britons.

The Spaniards soon found superiority in the fallen and whistled vigorously in the iron helmets of their spikers, and some put on the standard cuirasses of the Anglo-Chinese Army and clammed their fists in their chests like baboons.

"They are laughing at this, General Dudu, I said earlier, the iron helmet and cuirass are antiquities from a hundred years ago, and no one in Europa's infantry wears them anymore. On the battlefield of artillery and bullets, apart from slowing down the pace of the soldiers and draining their physical strength, the only effect is to ......"

A blonde, blue-eyed man dressed in a bright red army uniform of the same color but completely different, with a straw hat folded in front and back on his head, was muttering in Britannica, and the interpreter faithfully translated his words.

The only function is to corroborate the first sentence of this Britishman, Jia Hao seems to have long been accustomed to, or rather accustomed to ignoring the words of this British officer, and inadvertently revealed a high-minded look and a benevolent tone.

He didn't say more, just waved his hand, and the red-clothed soldiers rushed at the captives who had not yet moved, driving them towards the banks of the river where the wooden rafts were piled up.

No what kind of decision-making change the Spaniards have undergone, it seems that they want to teach the Chinese a hard lesson at the Resenders River, so that the Chinese, the defeat in the naval battle is just an accident, and the Spaniards will regain the glory on land. This should be the reason why Jia Hao led two battalions of forwards to Manila, but was blocked by about 2,000 troops in front of this river.

No, there were no two thousand enemy troops left in Yijing, Jia Hao lost forty or fifty sharp soldiers, and the three or four hundred people who crossed the river in the Spaniards counterattack were wrapped in dumplings, and less than a hundred died, and the rest all surrendered.

These soldiers wore the same uniforms as the Spaniards on the other side, but they were clumsy, with straw sandals on their feet, mostly barefoot, and tattered straw hats or hats, all of whom were "colored people". This should be the reason why the Spaniards did not feel that they had lost face at all, and they laughed at the Anglo-Chinese redcoat soldiers.

No sooner had the captives been driven to the bank of the river, than on the hill on the opposite bank, the Spanish artillery spoke. The distance of nearly two miles was clearly inaccurate, and the shells smashed indiscriminately into the wet mud on both banks, and occasionally splashed a high column of water in the river.

This movement had caused confusion among the captives, and they were fleeing in all directions, but they were stopped by the neat platoon of guns of the red-clothed soldiers, and twenty or thirty people were killed on the spot. The rest obediently picked up the raft, hooked the cable, and began to build the bridge.

"We are Chinese"

"We ...... Anyway."

The two of them couldn't bear the fate of death before and after, rushed to the riverbank, and knelt down to Jia Hao in the distance and begged. Although the words are a little weird, you can still hear the obvious Zhangzhou tune.

This is a couple, Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu, they are the second generation of Chinese in Manila, although they are in a foreign land, they still have braids. Half of them have been like this since childhood, if they don't do this, they shouldn't be anyone, and half of them don't shave their hair, so they have to be guarded against by the Spaniards as "thieves", and there is no way to make a living in Manila. The kind of people who guarded the clothes of the former dynasty were killed back and forth by the Spaniards several times, and almost all of them were killed. Now those who remain in Manila and even Luzon are "Qing people" with shaved braids, and for the Spaniards, Qing people are obedient and easy to call.

It was impossible for them to be allowed to carry guns or even fight with the Spanish soldiers, and a few days ago the city of Manila was littered with leaflets urging them not to stand with the Spaniards, and the Spaniards were so nervous that they were even ready to drive all the Chinese out of Manila.

Later, however, some Chinese merchants in the city approached the governor, and after some communication, not only were the Chinese not driven out, but the Spaniards allowed them to defend their "homeland" together. The Spaniards recruited many Chinese, organized into this army, and came to the Reshendes River to fight against the Anglo-Chinese redcoats. The Spaniards promised that if the Anglo-Chinese were defeated, the Chinese in Manila would be able to run their own schools, worship their ancestors, and participate in various industries. Unlike now, you have to join the Catholic Church to work in a slightly more lucrative industry, and you can't teach Chinese openly, so you have to go to a church school.

In the minds of the people of Manila, the Anglo-Chinese country is the "rebel thief against the Qing Dynasty". Now meddling in the sea route from Fujian to Manila and fighting against the Spaniards is simply a desire for profit and destroys their "peaceful and peaceful" life. Drove out the Spaniards, and Manila is still useful? Manila is in tatters, they eat? The Anglo-Chinese thieves are not only the enemies of Spain, but also the enemies of the Chinese in Manila

There are heads and faces among the Chinese, and the leaders who are very familiar with this priest and that bishop are very familiar with this generous statement, whether they believe it or not, anyway, the majority of the Chinese in Manila believe it. Even if the Spaniards were defeated at sea, and even if they saw the port attacked by Anglo-Chinese thieves, most of the Chinese in Manila believed that the Spaniards were invincible

For more than 100 years, the corpses of the wretched people who fought against the Spaniards were decomposing and decomposing, feeding the already fertile land with nutrients.

From generation to generation, the Chinese in Manila, without this, the history will change.

Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu also believed in it, so they went to the battlefield.

Unfortunately, they were taken as pathfinders by the Spaniards and left on the west bank of the Reshendes River as prisoners.

At this time, the idea of life overwhelmed everything, they rummaged through and found powerful weapons, begging each other for mercy, we are all Chinese, aren't we? Can the Chinese kill the Chinese?

Looking at the braids on the brains of these two people, Jia Hao frowned in disgust. The red-clothed soldiers held bayonets and drove away, and Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu went out and shouted loudly.

"We are Fujianese"

"We are all in the same ...... Compatriots, yes, yes, compatriots."

Jiang Qiudao, the commander of the second battalion of the Luzon Dispatch Army, heard a low snort, which was Jia Hao's impatience, he hurriedly waved his hand like a fly, and the two red-clothed soldiers returned their guns to their elbows, sent forward, and stabbed their long bayonets at the two prisoners.

"Run, Run, Run"

Liliang from family affection suddenly erupted, allowing Zhang Wen to block the two bayonets, and he shouted to his younger brother, and after the third word, his mouth was already spurting blood clots.

Zhang Wu rushed out without looking back, and threw himself into the river, bursting with gunfire, and a trace of blood was pulled out of the river, but no body ever surfaced.

The enemy was in front, and it was insignificant to escape one prisoner, and Jiang Qiudao shot a few restless prisoners, and finally let them honestly start building pontoon bridges under the fire of the Spaniards.

"Father-in-law?"

"They zhende is...... Chinese. ”

Behind Jia Hao, two nurturing soldiers in their early teens asked timidly, these two were a pair of righteous sons adopted by Jia Hao in Jiaozhi. The elder brother's name is Jia Huaijing, and the younger brother's name is Jia Huaiwei. Like the other nurturing soldiers of the Yulin Army from Jiaozhi, they all had to help the officers pack up their duties in exchange for the treatment of living in the army.

Jia Hao said lightly that he gave them a choice, but they refused, and there was only one chance......"

Then his tone turned cold to those who entered Huaxia, and those who entered Yidi Yidi, they are no longer my compatriots."

The two of them nodded at first, but looking at the auxiliary soldiers in variegated uniforms in the rear, they were confused again, there were many prisoners who were also captured before, but Jia Hao wanted to spare them?

Jia Hao said that Huaxia is not here, in the hearts of the people, in the heavens. If there is no ancestor in your heart, and there is no sky above your head, then you will become Yidi. ”

Jiang Qiudao interjected and said that it is casual if there is no Huaxia in his heart, he should not be a traitor, he should not be a traitor who scattered the list in Manila earlier, if the Chinese serve the Spaniards, and they do not give up their weapons and surrender when they meet, they will be killed."

Looking at the corpse on the ground and the blood in the river, the two shuddered and didn't say anything more.

Seeing that Jia Hao was about to give another order, Jiang Qiudao continued to interject in the Dao Governor, imploring the commander to move the tent back, and the battle would be handed over to my battalion. ”

Glancing at Jiang Qiudao, Jia Hao groaned slightly, nodded and said okay, and then pointed to the British officer, remember to use Major Clinton......"

Jia Hao is the governor of Luzon and is in charge of the overall situation, so there is no need for him to personally command such a battle of 1,000 people. If he wins, he fights for the merits of his subordinates, and if he loses, there is no one to wipe for him, so he must retreat and watch the battle. Although he really wanted to go into battle in person, he would see and see the "very powerful" Spanish Army that Zheng Yongfeng must have said.

Jia Hao retreated, Jiang Qiudao let out a sigh of relief, raised his binoculars and saw that a row of Spaniards were wearing the helmets of the Anglo-Chinese soldiers, dancing the wine table dance in the tavern, and did not pay attention to the Anglo-Chinese red-clothed soldiers at all.

Paoze's body was trampled under the feet of the Spaniards, and the bright red seemed to pierce Jiang Qiude's heart, he took a deep breath, drained his anger as much as possible, checked the progress of the captives on the pontoon bridge, and then nodded towards the cannon wing of the camp.

Eight four-pound guns were pulled to the bank of the river, and the eyes of Major General Clinton, who had been stopped in the clouds in mid-air, finally fell, clinging to these guns, not wanting to move away for a moment, and muttering in his mouth Are these Chinese really favored by God? ...... for the sake of making such a good artillery."