Panluo looked behind him with red eyes. The second batch of people who drew lots had already been selected. Among these people were several of his confidants. He knew clearly that it would be impossible to get close to fighting these red-haired ghosts. If he went out, he would die.
words, but he had to do it.
Countless people's eyes are staring at the red-haired ghost below the city. Countless people's eyes are full of jealousy. Below the city, their companions are groaning, but they are helpless on top of the city! If Spain
If people don't come close, these soldiers who have been caught dead will still go down to attack the enemy until they attract all the enemies into the range of their own artillery!
"Rush over, let the musketeers cover you, don't let them close the city gate!"
Such an order finally came from the Spanish formation, and the soldiers behind the musketeers who had been eager to take action no longer cared about their fellow musketeers, and rushed out screaming strangely all the way.
These natives are just some uncivilized garbage. It takes a matter of minutes to eliminate them. The officers were too cautious. Didn't they see that they all died in front of us? The brigade pressed forward like this, so they could not escape without looking at the wind.
Where's the ghost!
"Close, close!" Panluo assessed the distance in his mind. Although the musketeers did not rush up in such a swarm, the number of red-haired ghosts swarming to the city gate was already almost half of their number.
"Hold it at the city gate, hold it!" He shouted loudly, and with so many people dead, he wanted to bet that the whole army of red-haired ghosts would be on them, and the squatting tiger cannon behind him could already
After loading the iron sand pellets, even the incense stick in the gunner's hand was replaced for a second time. There was only one chance. His results must be worthy of the soldiers who were ordered to go out as death pawns. The city gate could not
If it is closed, then the only way to do it is to rely on people!
Behind the city gate, a large number of occupying soldiers gathered. The Spanish soldiers who had just smashed a gap through the city gate were driven out of the city gate by the crowd that kept pouring out. This time, even the Spanish soldiers were driven out of the city gate.
The large number of Spanish soldiers who had not moved behind them also began to make noises. At some point, the brave Spanish soldiers would also lose in front of these eastern natives.
Even in such a situation, these Spaniards still feel that they are superior to others. They have completely forgotten that at this moment, they are not driving a mighty fleet to conquer this place. They are just an empire.
He is a group of defeated and bereaved dogs after a naval battle. Their fight here is just to regain some of the self-confidence that he has lost.
This is really an extreme character of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Deep in their hearts, they have taken the failure of the battle with the Ming Kingdom fleet as a matter of course. Then, facing these natives who are obviously not soldiers of the Ming Kingdom,
When they are young, any misfortune they encounter will stimulate their fragile self-esteem even more than usual.
"Colonel, the soldiers are having a hard time!" the adjutant reminded the commander beside him.
"Let the musketeers come forward and clear away the interference for him!" Leon ordered. He felt that the fact that his soldiers were beaten out had nothing to do with their combat effectiveness. It was purely because the enemies on the city wall put too much pressure on them. If he knew
Having their own musketeers on their side frees them from worries, and their combat effectiveness will surely be maximized.
"Now!" Seeing that the enemy who had not moved yet and was holding a musket also joined the attack array, he waved his panluo hand and shouted loudly. The squatting tiger cannon behind him pushed up to the top of the city, and that
The squeaking and burning guide rope also proved that the gunners carried out their orders very accurately!
"No!" Leon shouted at the top of his lungs. Dozens of dark cannon muzzles suddenly appeared on the top of the city, making him instantly understand that those natives just sent people out to die and didn't even intend to close the city gate in time.
, these damn guys, they set up such a vicious trap. In order to fall into this trap, they even sent dozens of soldiers to die deliberately, just to make themselves think that the opponent did not have firearms.
"Get back, get back!" The officers around Lyon also shouted wildly one by one. Their voices were not so loud on this battlefield where the sound of killing was loud. The soldiers who were fighting at the city gate,
They couldn't even hear their voices at all.
However, even if they did not hear the voices of their commanders, they felt that something was wrong. The enemies who rushed out crazily drove them more than ten steps outside the city gate, but instead of taking advantage of the victory, they pursued them.
With the same speed as when they came out, they retreated back like a tide. During the short period of astonishment of the Spaniards, they could even see that some of the natives even dropped their weapons.
They rolled and crawled into the city gate, as if their courage just rushed out was suddenly eaten by dogs, or, more like they came out to fight with themselves aggressively, and suddenly they were eaten by dogs.
It was discovered that they were not fighting a group of humans, but a group of giant dragons.
The time of such consternation was not too long. Soon, someone noticed the movement on the top of the city. Some people even pointed at the dark muzzle and the burning fuse and shouted loudly. However, this
It was already too late. Their shouts could not bring their bodies away from this death area. Amidst the deafening sound, all the shouts were drowned!
"Come out, kill them all, kill them all!"
There was still a roar in his ears, but Panluo didn't care about it at all and ordered loudly. There were stumps and corpses everywhere at the city gate, including red-haired ghosts and Champas who couldn't run into the city gate in time.
Some people have been hit by small and dense projectiles, and their whole bodies are bleeding, but they are not dead for a while. There are also some people whose upper body is missing, but their lower body legs are still shaking. Up and down the city, in an instant,
There is one world, one is heaven, the other is hell.
Leon and his lieutenants were dumbfounded. Whether they saw more than a hundred people being drowned by the smoke that seemed to be released from the devil's bottle, and then when the smoke receded, these more than a hundred people were all covered in blood and flesh.
, they would look stupid when most of them were killed or injured. Especially, these people were sent to this hell on earth by him under his orders.
Seeing countless people pouring out of the city, the adjutant saw that the situation was not good, so he pulled Leon and ran away: "Colonel, retreat quickly, retreat quickly, we have been trapped!"
How far is the pier from here? Is it two miles or one mile? When I first came here, I didn’t think this road was so long? Leon was like an empty shell, being pulled by his adjutant towards the pier.
While running stumblingly, behind them, the remaining thirty or forty Spanish soldiers were unwilling to be left behind. Everyone had only one thought in their mind: Run, run, we will be saved if we run to the dock.
!
Behind them, Panluo had already rushed out of the city with a large group of soldiers. He was only more than a hundred steps away from them. These ferocious-looking native soldiers, in the ordinary eyes of these fleeing Spanish soldiers,
, their ferociousness was nothing but fierceness but at this moment, they truly felt that it was not the fierceness of the natives, but the smile of the God of Death wielding his sickle to harvest life.
"Sail the boat, sail the boat!"
They hurriedly boarded the ship they came from. The adjutant didn't care at all about how many soldiers were behind him who hadn't boarded the ship. He immediately shouted loudly to the officer beside him. The ship slowly left the dock, and he heard the popping sound behind him.
With the sound of water and the familiar and unfamiliar curses, no one looked back at all.
When they were more than a hundred meters away from the dock and were sure that the enemy would never be able to catch up, Leon and his adjutant looked back uneasily. Just in time, they saw a desperate Spanish soldier who attempted to dive and was killed.
Seventy or eighty spears penetrated his body, but he was not dead for a moment. He was held up in the air by the natives, who were screaming miserably.
"That's Camuel!" The adjutant's face was a little pale, and his chest heaved rapidly: "I still haven't paid back the gold coins I owe him..."
"I avenged them!" Leon seemed to be running all the way, and the three souls and six souls that almost escaped slowly came back. Looking at the tragic scene on the shore, he had a gloomy face, and seemed to himself.
He said to the less than twenty subordinates around him: "These people must die!"
"Colonel!" The adjutant did not support him as usual. He looked at him expressionlessly like a living dead: "I reminded you that we must leave enough people on our warship. We are the only ones left at the moment.
How can we retaliate against these few people and the dozen or so people on board?"
"We will fight for peace. I will bear my own responsibility for my failure, but the blood feud of these soldiers must be avenged!"
Lyon replied categorically: "Here I am, swearing to God, if it were not for the bloodbath of Champa, I would never return to Lisbon in this life!"
The adjutant looked at his commander as if he were an idiot. This kind of look had never appeared in his eyes before. This made Leon feel a little strange. Little did he know that in the eyes of the adjutant, he was even stranger.
He was so strange that it was as if the adjutant didn't know this person at all.
"Your Excellency, if God does not favor us and no fleet ships come to Champa in the short term, we should first think about how to leave here safely, and then think about revenge!" He shook his head and said:
"When we had enough manpower, we couldn't sail these two ships to Manraka, let alone now that we are short of everything. Whether we can return to Manraka really depends on whether the merciful God will respond to us.