Franco looked at the longing Orazza beside him and pouted secretly.

You just look at the green rice fields in the field, and you don't see how fierce these natives are.

During this time, in order to deter these natives who were making trouble because they couldn't eat enough, Zero Zero always killed hundreds of people in various places.

"Oh no! Your Excellency the Governor! The natives are making trouble again! A Spanish soldier ran over and shouted anxiously.

"Panic what! What's going on? Oraza frowned and scolded.

"Your Excellency the Governor, there is a well-known native in Balangya, who yesterday fanned the people of several nearby villages, killed our officials, and occupied a small city to rebel."

"How many are there?"

"According to the news that came out, there were two or three thousand people!"

"What? So much? Olaza was taken aback and never settled again. Franco's face changed even more, he had just returned from there a few days ago, and calmed some natives who were clamoring for food.

In fact, after decades of operation, Spanish rule over these natives has gone deep into the bone marrow, and the rebellion these days is nothing more than wanting to have enough to eat, and in general, where is restless, after that, it is honest to kill a few people, and then give some benefit to appease and appease. As the soldiers said, there have been few rebellions of two or three thousand people in decades.

Oraza's brow furrowed, as if he was thinking of a solution.

At this time, Franco naturally had no reason to retreat, and said directly:

"Your Excellency the Governor, I'll take someone to suppress it."

"Good!"

Oraza nodded in agreement. "In this way, you will bring five hundred soldiers, and another thousand natives."

In his opinion, these natives with farm tools were simply not enough to worry about, and it was more than enough to send so many soldiers over. Of course, Franco thinks the same way, and this is the experience of domination accumulated over the years.

Franco agreed, and he said he would leave and take the people back to the city. After ordering the soldiers, they got on the boat and set off.

The distance from Manila to Balanga is more than 100 miles, separated by Manila Bay.

Several galleons landed on the eastern side of the Bataan Peninsula after half a day at sea.

The west side of the Bataan Peninsula is surrounded by two mountains, and the east side of the peninsula is a slender flat strip of land. Baranga is on the north side of the flat land.

Knowing what was going on, Franco was cautious and led his men ashore from the south, and as it was getting late, he ordered the whole army to be stationed on the spot and rest for the night.

The atmosphere in the army was relaxed, and the soldiers were supposed to eat and drink, and they did not take tomorrow's battle to heart at all.

Come to think of it, these unarmed farmers, even if they rebel, are just relatively fierce farmers. Can withstand the fire of the arquebus in your hand?

Early the next morning, he and his men continued their journey, and half a day later, they reached five miles outside the city of Balanga.

"My lord, it's here. Shall we attack directly or send someone to explore the way first? An officer walked up to Franco and asked.

"Pathfinding? What is the way to go? What do you need to find to beat these farmers? Franco's eyes widened, and he looked ready to go berserk.

When the officer saw this, he immediately smiled and nodded, and retreated.

The army continued to march.

It didn't take long for the city of Balanga to appear in their sights. It was the height of summer in July, and the hot wind was blowing on their faces, making it very uncomfortable for the fully armed Spanish soldiers. I wish this senseless battle had ended sooner.

"Rojas, take your people closer and have their leaders come out and talk." Franco gave orders to Rojas, who was the commander of the thousand natives.

"Yes, sir."

Rojas nodded and led the people out of the city. Looking at the tattered wall, which was more than a foot high, Rojas smiled disdainfully, stood arrogantly outside the city gate, and shouted at the wall with his face up:

"Let your leader speak!"

The people lying on the wall naturally saw Rojas outside the city, but to Rojas's surprise, no one paid attention to him at all.

Rojas was embarrassed, picked up the musket in his hand, and shot it at the city.

"Let your leaders speak! Otherwise, attack immediately! (This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 302: The Luzon Natives Rebelled

However, something happened that made Rojas extremely angry.

No one spoke at the head of the city, but a few heads were dropped. Rojas looked at it, although he didn't know it, but the look in his eyes was definitely his own soldier stationed here.

Rojas felt insulted like never before, a bunch of pig-like things that dared to ignore his orders and kill his own soldiers. It's the other way around!

But looking at the city wall about this zhang, Rojas made another difficulty, although the city wall is not high, but it is not easy to climb up. You'll have to get a ladder, right? But this time I came in a hurry, and I didn't think that the other party would resist stubbornly, let alone a ladder, and I didn't even bring a plank.

There was no way, he took people to spare it again, and found that the opponent's defense was very tight. It was definitely not something that the thousand indigenous cannon fodder soldiers behind him could beat down.

This made him confused, these guys, when did they learn to defend the city?

In desperation, he returned to Franco with the man in ashes.

"What's the situation?" Franco looked at Rojas and asked suspiciously.

"My lord, I asked their leaders to come out and talk, but they didn't come out. He also threw down the heads of our soldiers. We don't have any siege engines, so we can't fight. Rojas said miserably.

"What do you mean you can't fight? When will these pig-like things defend the city? Franco was furious and thought that Rojas was playing with him in the lake.

"My lord, I didn't lie to you. I don't know how, but they're going to defend the city. ”

Franco looked at Rojas, and then at the natives behind him. It didn't feel like what he said was fake, and his tone softened.

"Have you looked elsewhere? Is there a breakthrough? ”

"Look, they defended very tightly, as if they had been prepared for a long time. Several large and small openings in the city wall were also built up with large stones, and they had to think of other ways to attack the city. ”

"Let's go, let's see." Franco did not believe in evil, so he led people outside the city, and he saw it. As Roxas said, the natives of these islands made this ruined city look a lot like that.

Franco also stood outside the city and shouted a few times, but still did not get a response, if it were not for the soldiers on the city walls, it really looked like a dead city.

"Rojas, you take someone back and bring dozens of cannons over. Damn, this door can't be opened, I can't believe it can't be opened! ”

"Yes, sir."

Rojas led the order and went with the men.

Franco and his soldiers found a wooded area and began to cut down trees on the spot to make ladders, which were to be used for the siege.

In a relatively spacious room in the city, several people were sitting together and talking.

If Franco had been there, someone would have recognized one of them.

The younger brother of Nicholas Kazukan.

Zheng Zhibao.

Chapter 302: The Luzon Natives Rebelled