After listening to Lu Jiang's order, the soldier with the flashlight turned around and shot at another group of Spanish soldiers who came to support.

At the same time, the flashlight's flash mode is all turned on.

Lu Jiang's subordinates brought twenty flashlights, and as soon as these twenty 100,000 lumens flashlights were turned on, the battlefield was almost as dawn as dawn.

And the flash mode is even more sassy.

The Spanish soldiers who rushed over were almost blinded, some rushed forward, some stopped, the back squeezed the front, the front blocked the back, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. And that's not all, Lu Jiang's men kept throwing grenades at them. Due to the gradual approach of the Spanish soldiers, the artillery bombardment behind also stopped. Lu Jiang was even more unscrupulous, and directly ordered the soldiers to throw all the grenades on their bodies.

"Everyone, evacuate north!" After waiting for the soldiers to drop all the grenades, Lu Jiang gave the order to retreat. They've bought Conley enough time that it's time for them to retreat.

Lu Jiang evacuated to the north with his people, and soon joined Zheng Zhibao and ran north together.

Seeing that they were about to run, Franco was naturally unhappy, and angrily urged his men to pursue.

But the soldier facing the flashlight in front of him was said to be in pursuit, and it was difficult to even open his eyes at this time.

Fortunately, the soldiers in the back were in a slightly better condition, bypassing the chaotic soldiers in front and chasing in the direction of the rebels' escape.

But it's so easy to chase.

For the Spanish soldiers, if they can't catch up, at most they can't suppress the rebellion, besides, who knows what tricks the other side has, isn't it dangerous to catch up? They don't care, but for these rebels, they finally escaped death, and if they were caught up again, would they still have their lives?

The most important point is that from the morning to now, except for a rest during meals, their feet have not been idle at all, and they have experienced a strange battle, and they have long not wanted to move.

They didn't want to chase, let alone the indigenous soldiers, who all mingled with the regular army to fish.

The minds of the two sides are different, and the result is naturally doomed.

The Spanish side could not catch up with the rebels, and let Franco yell in anger, these Spanish soldiers just couldn't run fast.

In the middle of the night, seeing that the other party had already run away, Franco kicked Esteban on the ass in a huff.

"Stop! Don't chase it! ”

Esteban stumbled and almost fell to the ground after a sudden kick from Franco, gritting his teeth and suppressing the anger in his heart. They're not chasing, they won't chase me, what are you kicking me for? Kick me to death and I'll catch up with the rebels?

But when you think about it, you naturally don't dare to say it.

Esteban stopped his men, and the soldiers, hearing that they didn't have to chase any more, collapsed to the ground in joy.

Seeing this, Franco was even more angry, blowing his beard and glaring, and came to the soldier's side and kicked at the soldier.

"Stand up! A bunch of rubbish! ”

The kicked soldiers reluctantly stood up and waited for Franco's next step.

Franco asked them to stand up naturally not completely to get angry, at this time they couldn't catch up with people and stayed here, if the other party gave them a few more shots, wouldn't it be a loss. They had chased them four or five miles away, and he was not only worried about the other party's return, but also worried that his artillery would not be dragged away by these cunning fellows.

"Everyone, go back to the artillery!" ”

Franco gave the order and led the way back. In fact, not only the soldier was tired, but he himself was really not easy. But at this time, he is the supreme commander and has to be responsible!

As they walked, they were about to reach the location of the artillery, when suddenly an explosion was heard from the east side of the line. Franco was so frightened that his legs went limp and he was about to fall to the ground.

But the explosion didn't last long, and everything was quiet again.

"What's going on!?" Franco stood up and roared.

"My lord, they were lazy, they didn't follow the big army, they were bombed."

"I know how many people were blown up!?"

"Dozens!"

As he spoke, a cry for help came from the direction of the explosion.

"Help! Help me! "Apparently someone was injured in the explosion and didn't die.

"Go and save someone!" Franco urged.

"My lord, we don't know if there are any mines like that in the vicinity!" An officer said with a look of embarrassment.

"Then you won't save it?"

"It's not that you can't save it, it's so dark now, and you can't see anything buried underground, so it's better to wait until dawn to save it."

"What if you die at dawn?"

"My lord, they seem to be native?"

"Huh? Let's wait until dawn. ”

"Yes!"

As he spoke, he ignored the screams and led the people back on.

A group of people dragged their tired bodies back to the artillery, and Franco was relieved. The artillery is fine.

However, it was not time to sleep, and he asked Esteban to lead the soldiers to treat the wounded and place the artillery around the camp, and by the time he was done, it was almost time.

Franco finally decided to put the soldiers to sleep, and all the soldiers fell asleep except for the soldiers who were in charge of the guard at night. And he himself rushed headlong into the tent.

As soon as he lay down, he realized that his whole body seemed to be falling apart, but his mind was indeed unusually clear. He thought back to everything that had happened tonight, from the discovery of the ambush to the discovery of the traces of the place, to the encirclement and suppression of the soldiers, as if everything was nothing wrong. He had intended for his soldiers to stare at each other's shells, killing them all here at the cost of hundreds or thousands of casualties.

Unexpectedly, the other party made a bunch of things that could emit white light, and the beam of light emitted illuminated the human eye as if he was blind, and he couldn't react for a while. If this is not the case, it is not so easy for the other party to break through.

Of course, this is all Franco's imagination. But people have to find some excuses for their failures, don't they?

Franco didn't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. Franco woke up Esteban who was sleeping with Masaka.

"When the is it, it's not up yet! Just lost the battle at night, and still have the face to sleep? Still sleeping? ”

Esteban got dressed without a glance and bowed his head to follow Franco to kick the other officers.

After a few moments, the camp became noisy.

There were shouts and screams for mercy everywhere.

And the indigenous soldiers who were bombed at night in the distance had stopped wailing, and there was no one to save them. Even if it's close.

Franco stood silently at the edge of the camp, looking at the traces of last night's artillery fire, lost in thought.

He was a little confused at this point, and he didn't know what to do next.

If you go back, you will definitely face the wrath of Oraza and may even lose your current official position. But where can you go if you don't go back? Keep chasing? Can't catch up! What to do?

For a moment, Franco was in a dilemma.

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