By the time Bolu was hurriedly pulled back to the camp by his own soldiers, it was already sunset.

The soldiers below the Ming City retreated like a tide, leaving behind hundreds of corpses of the soldiers.

The whole Ming City is like a huge morgue,

Countless black figures hovered in midair, letting out bursts of screams.

Bang Bangya people can't think of how they lost until they die,

The bodies that fell under Mingcheng one by one, the eyes that stared at the boss, showed a trace of surprise and horror.

"Hmm," looking at the corpses all over the ground,

Lin Xu retched directly, fortunately, there was not much food in Mingcheng, and he drank a bowl of gruel at the end of the day, otherwise it would be too much of a sin.

A group of civilians were commanded by the Ming soldiers, cleaning the corpses of the soldiers outside the city.

"See,"

"If it weren't for the benevolence of King Ming, let Er and other untouchables enter the city, the fate of today's life will be your fate." One of the deputy co-chairmen pointed to the wreckage all over the ground and said coldly.

"Yes, yes,"

"King Ming is benevolent, and Ming is mighty." On the side, many farmers hurriedly agreed.

"Xu'er, it's okay!" Uncle Lin came up and looked at the pale baby on the side.

"Uncle, I saw Tata's father, half of his body is gone, and his eyes are staring at the boss." Lin Xu's face turned pale, and he pointed to the corpse of the soldier who was only half of his body left.

"What do you think Tata will do when he sees his father like this, his father is kind to him."

"I also saw Boogie, Ke Rong's father, the boss with his eyes open."

Looking at the remnants on the ground, Lin Xu shouted.

"Silly boy." Uncle Lin patted him on the shoulder,

"If it weren't for these students, would we need to hide in Tibet?"

"They're even more hateful than the Franc Machine."

"Your grandfather, cough ......" Uncle Lin didn't say any more, and carried the corpse of the soldier to the cart.

Not far away, more than a dozen soldiers were waving their scimitars in their hands.

A mangled body was pulled here.

As soon as the soldier's scimitar fell, the bloody heads fell to the ground.

I have to say that the scimitars of these raw soldiers are really easy to use, and the Ming army picked up these very light scimitars and slashed them happily.

Back then, these Bangbangya people used such scimitars to mutilate thousands of overseas Chinese, and now they are the ones who cut off their own heads with scimitars.

The headless corpse was pulled away by the men again and thrown into a large pit in the distance.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in the big pit, the broken scimitar, the arrow refracted the bright light, and under the bright knife light, a group of vague figures flickered in the rainforest.........

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The Spanish army was encamped on a hill two miles from the city.

Out of distrust of Shengban, the Spaniards deliberately distanced themselves from Boroue's camp.

Gil'an returned to camp with a company of grenadiers and a company of musketeers.

Heavy rain and the special tropical climate of Southeast Asia made the Spanish soldiers present complain.

Especially the pikemen, whose heavy plate armor covered their bodies, and the dampness and rain tormented these big men.

The soaked plate armor was a little heavier than before, and the soldiers marched a little slower than before.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ji'an also looked displeased.

This damn downpour!

Jill scolded in his heart,

If it weren't for this damn heavy rain, the four Saikou cannons transported up the mound would have collapsed the walls of Mingcheng.

I don't have to carry hundreds of soldiers in the torrential rain now.

"Those Luzon natives are really rubbish, and even the weak Han people can't beat them." The adjutant beside him shouted, and the continuous heavy rain also made him irritable.

I thought that the panicked Ming army that was bombarded by the artillery of their own people would be captured by the Shengfan soldiers, who had ever wanted to attack for a whole day, leaving only corpses all over the ground.

Even Bolu was bombarded half-dead by the Ming army.

Gil'an didn't say anything more,

In any case, he has won this war.

Today, although the Luzon natives led by Boloe suffered a crushing defeat, they also greatly consumed the ammunition and personnel of the Ming army defending the city.

With the remaining more than 1,000 indigenous soldiers of Bolu and his own artillery, it is still certain to take Mingcheng,

The order given to him by Governor Juan was to occupy the city of Ming, kill all the damned Han Chinese, and save the Spanish army.

As for how many of these local Luzon natives will die, he Jir Anke will not care, anyway, the lives of these Luzon natives are not as expensive as the Spaniards.

After returning to the camp, Gil'an immediately sent several village chiefs to Bolu's camp,

After all, now Boru's life and death are unknown, and he must obtain the command of this new force.

"Honorable Governor Juan Vargas,"

"This is the first combat report I wrote to you on the front line in Mingcheng, the battle situation in Mingcheng is not optimistic but it is still under control.

"As for the Han Chinese army that landed in the northern part of Luzon, after fighting with the natives of Luzon today, I have a rough judgment of its combat effectiveness.

The Han army has demonstrated the qualities of a professional army in both the use of firearms and cold weapons, and its threat level far exceeds that of the Chinese and overseas Chinese armed forces decades ago. ”

"In the last suppression of overseas Chinese, we easily wiped out tens of thousands of Chinese armed forces with thousands of Bangya people, Japanese soldiers and a few mercenaries."

"However, in this war, the army that fled from Taiwan to the northern part of the Philippines crushed the local indigenous people of the Philippines, but it is still very backward compared to the Western army."

"Especially in terms of artillery, they are far behind the European armies of the same period, and when our European armies began to study ballistics and gunnery in order to improve the range and accuracy of artillery, and made measuring tools such as cannon gauges, the Han army still stayed at the point of firing artillery by feeling, and did not even know how to occupy the commanding heights outside the city."

"At the same time, their firearms were still in the arquebus, and when the rainstorm came, they had to use bows and arrows and long knives to deal with the attack of the indigenous Filipinos."

"They were, so to speak, a formidable medieval army, primitive and backward but heroic."

"Under the non-stop bombardment of our artillery, the Han army will inevitably be defeated, and now it is huddled in the dilapidated coastal defense city, waiting for the rain to stop tomorrow, and the indigenous armed forces of the Philippines can basically exterminate this Han army."

"However, compared with the previous pirate messy attack, this time the Luzon invaders seem to be calm and orderly, and even have a high degree of cooperation with the local natives, which makes us have to consider some loopholes in the protection of the Philippine colony, with only a thousand Spanish colonial soldiers can not defend all the territory of the Philippines.

If I can, after this Ming Cheng incident, I hope to strengthen the coastal protection of the northern Philippines, especially if the eastern country with a territory the size of Europa has been unified. ”

Gil'an finished writing the last word lightly, rolling up the paper, when suddenly there was a commotion outside the tent.

"What's going on?"

Gil An's brow furrowed, and he turned and walked out of the tent.

At this moment, the torrential rain has no intention of stopping, and thunder flashes in the sky not far away.

"Captain, it's not good," a lieutenant hurried over.

"Captain, what's wrong?" Gil'an had a vague sense of bad premonition.

"The Han people have attacked." The reckless lieutenant shouted in a panic.

At this moment, the adjutant also rushed over from nearby.

"Colonel Gil'an, the Han Chinese have attacked our camp."

"Under the cover of collecting the corpses of the indigenous Filipinos, these Han Chinese quietly went out of the city and unknowingly killed our sentinels with the cover of thunder." The adjutant told the story of what had happened before.

The shouts of killing outside the camp shook the sky, echoing the rolling thunder on the side of the sky.