It goes without saying how powerful an army with such low morale is that it is considering surrendering to its opponent. If such an army can maintain the structure of the army without collapsing without a fight, then it is considered that military discipline has worked.
, of course, there are some causes and effects.
Ever since the Spaniards arrived on Luzon Island, the resistance on Luzon Island has never stopped. The situation in Southern Luzon is unclear. The local people in Northern Luzon who have lived here for generations have experienced that battle.
In fact, 70% to 80% of the great plague has been eliminated, and the remaining people are just a few cats and dogs who cannot make it to the stage. Therefore, this resistance is actually a battle between the Luzon Ming and the Spaniards.
Although there are not many Spaniards stationed on the island now, when Xu Qianqian's power was still huge, there were already more than a thousand Spanish soldiers on the island, and there were warships on the sea to support them.
The lineup, even if the number of Xu Qianqian's men is several times more than that of the Spaniards, will not have much effect. A modern army with firearms as its main weapons, and an army with cold weapons as its main personnel.
A mob composed mostly of peasants, this is not a military battle of the same level at all.
To speak highly of Xu Qianqian, she is able to support her to this day, thanks to his reputation among the Ming people in Luzon. Otherwise, the little resistance on Luzon Island would have collapsed long ago.
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Every Spaniard's hands are stained with the blood of Luzon people. What will happen if they fall into the hands of these Luzon people? They were hanged on the gallows on the dock and now the eyeballs in their eyes are covered with seabirds.
The corpses of the prisoners that were eaten are an excellent example. Although the soldiers in the fortress castle did not see this scene, this did not prevent them from imagining the miserable scene after surrender.
This is another scary night.
Until the sky in the east showed a slight fish-belly white color, and the cold air that permeated the sky and the earth seemed to begin to warm up. The soldiers on guard at the top of the city were handing over to the comrades who came to take over.
, suddenly someone shouted loudly towards the distant wilderness.
"The enemy is attacking!"
After a slight confusion, both the soldiers who were keeping watch at night and those who were preparing to take over in the morning all ran towards their fighting positions. These were probably the most efficient soldiers since the battle on Luzon Island.
They took action without even having to yell or scold the officers, and no one was lazy or dodgy. Everyone knew clearly the consequences of the fall of the fortress.
The fortress was built on the mountain. The only four artillery pieces were all placed on the side facing the wilderness. The gunners ran towards their own artillery and began to desperately load gunpowder and shells into the barrels.
"The artillery fire is ready and can be fired at any time!"
The fortress commander, an unknown major, who was standing on the high tower, felt a little more at ease when he heard the shouts of the soldiers below.
"Wait for orders!"
His voice came from the tower, and the soldiers below immediately became awe-inspiring. The torch in the gunner's hand was burning brightly, keeping a distance from the gun barrel lead, while the ordinary soldiers were holding the muskets in their hands, squatting or standing.
Behind the crenellations of the fortress wall, everyone looked solemn.
From this point of view, compared to some countries in the East that claim to have elite soldiers, the Spanish army is indeed considered elite. Not long ago, when they were occupying the city, such a situation happened once before.
But that time, Panluo had to stand behind his gunners with a sword in hand to prevent the gunners from firing their guns without following orders because of nervousness or fear.
By the way, a certain unlucky guy belonged to the group that stayed below the city during the two confrontations above and below the city, even though the roles of both the offensive and defensive sides were called in these two confrontations.
"Major, what is that!"
Next to the major is the lookout. This is the highest point in the fortress, so naturally it is also where the lookout is. At this moment, the lookout beside him tensed up and looked at the slowly approaching enemy in the distance, and suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
"It seems that they are one of our own!" The major raised his telescope and looked at it with a look of hatred on his face: "They are one of our own. No wonder these people gathered enough courage to launch an attack. They are taking advantage of our being captured.
Soldiers serve as human shields!”
"Major, the enemy has entered the firing range!" The gunner below is asking for instructions. If the enemy advances at full speed, the artillery on the city head can fire up to three times, and there will no longer be a firing angle. From the moment the enemy enters the firing range,
Go, every second of this is very precious.
"Stay on standby!" the major said coldly. What he could see could also be seen by the gunners below. He really couldn't guarantee that after he gave the order to fire, his next order would have any consequences.
The Spanish navy has no tradition of killing its own people. If he had given the order, even if the battle was won, there would be no place for him in the army.
He was hesitating, and even more worried, these damn guys came up with such a sinister idea, where was the sense of honor of the military?
"Major, it seems to be Colonel Lyon!" the lookout said in a low voice. As mentioned before, our classmate Lyon once wanted to seek the official position of the next fleet commander. Among ordinary soldiers and officers, his exposure rate is very high.
It was not so low that even the little lookout could vaguely recognize his face.
The uncertainties in the lookout's words were quickly confirmed after the major raised his telescope.
It’s not fair at all! The major gritted his teeth. An ordinary soldier would have hesitated for a long time. This was the son of His Excellency St. Anzi, the rising star of the fleet, and the commander of the future fleet. Even if he had two more courages, he would not dare to fire.
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On the contrary, he was unwilling to surrender and put down the weapons in his hands. Soldiers have the honor of being a soldier. This honor can not only be talked about when the enemy forces him to have no way out, but also does not carry out any actions.
Putting down your weapons in battle is simply a sign of cowardice, and he refuses to accept it!
"Alan, you go out of the city immediately and tell the enemy that we are going to have a battle, a real battle, just outside the city. We give up the castle as a support, and they must also give up the despicable idea of using our prisoners as shields.
act!"
"Major, what if the enemy doesn't agree?"
"Tell them that we have enough gunpowder barrels. Even if they wipe us out until only one person is left, we can turn this fortress into a huge ruin. Everything in the fortress and the soldiers they invaded the fortress,
They will all turn into powder, just say so, and they will agree, if their commander can think enough about his soldiers!"