Climbing out of a "bang bang bang..." the gun-wielding guards outside the fort were suddenly shot and fell to the ground.
Just now, under Ronisio's order, these guards all turned their warning direction towards the fort.
Because Ronisio had previously ordered them to monitor these artillery to prevent the artillery from collapsing and escaping.
They did not expect that it was this decision that left their backs to the enemy.
"Bang bang bang..." More and more gunshots sounded more and more intensively.
Ronisio turned around and saw the most terrifying scene he had ever seen in his life.
A group of humanoid creatures with colorful faces held up rifles of unknown models and fired continuously at the guards on the fort. Their muskets did not seem to need to be loaded.
Their clothes were covered with rags, like shrouds.
God, these people can't be devils crawling out of the grave. The guns they use must be from hell.
There were only over 200 armed guards on the fort.
Under the precise shooting of the special forces, there was no time to counterattack. Only a dozen Spanish soldiers fired their flintlocks.
This resulted in several special operations personnel being injured.
If he hadn't seen these people fall down injured, Ronisio would really have thought that these people were devils.
"We surrender!" Ronisio took the lead and raised his hands and shouted loudly.
Seeing that all the armed guards were knocked down, Ronisio simply surrendered.
The remaining artillerymen didn't even have the weapons to defend themselves. Ronisio and the others were now lambs to be slaughtered.
He really doesn't want to die. He still has his family and many lovers in Manila, and he wants to continue to enjoy this wonderful life.
Seeing that Ronisio took the lead in surrendering, the remaining artillerymen also surrendered one after another.
They are just like the workers responsible for firing artillery, they are the most hard-working group of people in the army. They are not as brave as the infantry who dare to fight to the death.
"Who is the commander here?" the intelligence guide who came with the special forces team would say Spain and.
So, the captain of the special team asked him to act as an interpreter.
At this time, it was he who asked the group of artillerymen in Spanish.
"I am the leader of the garrison here. What do you want to ask sir? We have surrendered. Please treat us as prisoners." Ronisio said. He finally saw a normal person. This was a Chinese.
Dress up like a devil.
However, when facing this Chinese, Ronisio no longer had the arrogant attitude of the past.
In the past, he would definitely not talk to a Chinese like this.
"Our commander asked you if you are willing to help us work so that after the war you will redeem your family and even your own property, otherwise you will be tried like other captured Spaniards or become a coolie." Guide.
said.
When Ronisio heard that he was going to become a coolie, he remembered that the enemies he faced were Easterners, and they would not abide by the Western rules of engagement.
Even in the West, prisoners of war have no human rights.
"I am willing, sir, what do you need us to do?" Ronisio agreed without hesitation.
He became a slave for the rest of his life, but what about his family? Is his wife going to become a prostitute? He also has a son and a daughter, and they are all still in their prime.
And he has accumulated a lot of wealth in Manila over the years.
As long as he has this money, he and his family can still live a good life.
At this time, the special operations team had already erected the red-background golden dragon flag on the top of the mountain. Otherwise, if our fleet did not know it, it would be in trouble if we continued to shoot at the forts on the mountain.
The first group hiding at the foot of the mountain saw the red golden dragon flag flying on the mountain and quickly climbed up the mountain.
When a regiment arrived, the special forces team left the fort position.
They are assassins who wander around looking for targets. They cannot guard the line of troops in the middle all the time. What they should do is sneak attacks and look for prey.
Ronisio did not expect that in just a few hours, he would be reduced from a Spanish officer to a servant of the Renaissance Army.
Who told him to be greedy for life and afraid of death!
The city of Manila and the port area have noticed something strange here.
The raising of the battle flag of the Renaissance Army means that the most important fort outside Manila has changed hands.
"What's going on? Who can tell me what's going on?" Governor Blandino roared from the top of the Manila wall.
He just held a celebration dinner last night, and early this morning the Renaissance Army came and slapped him in the face.
And the slap was loud and clear.
The fleet that was said to be invincible in the east was blocked in the port by six frigates.
Now even the important fortresses he manages have fallen into the hands of others.
"Come to General Pizarro quickly," Blandino ordered loudly.
Pizarro was the commander-in-chief of the Spanish Army in Luzon.
After a while Pizarro hurried over.
"Your Majesty the Governor, I have learned about the situation. The enemy took advantage of the artillerymen on the fort to accidentally touch the fort. Now the northwest fortress is in the hands of the enemy," Pizarro said.
"Then why don't you send someone to snatch it back quickly?" Blandino said sternly.
"Okay, Your Excellency Governor, I am organizing manpower. However, Your Excellency Governor, our army needs to guard Manila and we cannot spare too many people. I want to organize some natives to help us spread the firepower." Because the natives are all under control.
The governor was in the hands of the governor, so Pizarro had to get Blandino's permission to requisition the natives.
"Okay, I agree. I'll give you two regiments of native soldiers and four thousand native militiamen." Blandino obviously agreed with Pizarro's suggestion.
After all, those natives were originally intended to be used as cannon fodder.
In this way, Pizarro organized 2,000 Spanish army troops and nearly 10,000 native soldiers, and headed for the northwest fort, preparing to recapture that important fort.
At this time, there were only more than 2,000 infantrymen of the Renaissance Army Marine Regiment stationed on the fort.
They also had to guard the fort artillery with nearly a thousand people to bombard the port.
At this time, the warships blocked in the port were miserable. They not only had to withstand the continuous attacks from the main guns of the First Fleet.
At the same time, he had to endure the bombardment of coastal defense artillery from his own fort, which could be said to be the enemy from both sides.
In order to prevent the First Fleet from approaching again to launch torpedoes, the fleet aimed all firing directions at the First Fleet outside the port.
This resulted in them being unable to shoot the northwest battery.
However, under the orders of the fleet commander, some Spanish warships still readjusted their direction and turned their guns to bombard the fort.
Originally, Ronisio was not active in shooting the Spanish fleet. After all, he was a Spaniard, and he did not really want to harm his own report.
Surrendering to the enemy is also due to one's own greed for life, fear of death and selfishness.
But now his own fleet actually shot at him. Ronisio no longer held back.
Human psychology is so strange.
He began to shoot at the Spanish fleet at the dock with all his strength, as if it was his enemy.
"Captain, more than 10,000 people from Manila City rushed towards the fort. Among them, there were only 2,000 Spanish infantry, and the rest were native soldiers." As soon as Pizarro came out with his people,
Discovered by the scouts of the Renaissance Army's special forces.
"It's okay, hurry up and deploy our positions." He Wei, the leader of the first regiment, ordered loudly.
"Yes, leader."
One regiment left two companies on the top of the mountain to monitor the Spanish fort artillery.
All the other infantrymen went to the mountainside to set up positions.
On the mountainside, the soldiers quickly dug a hidden trench.
Due to limited time, the regiment did not have time to dig a deep trench.
However, taking advantage of the angle on the hillside, such a shallow trench is enough to effectively protect the enemies going up the mountain.
He Wei focused on reinforcing the machine gun positions. More than a dozen machine gun positions were arranged horizontally in an angle, as if the points were connected by linear infantry positions.
This machine gun position will be the main force of the fort's defense.
The enemy has so many servants, and they will definitely charge in groups later.
This is a gentle slope facing the city of Manila. If Pizarro wanted to attack the northwest fort, he would definitely attack from this gentle slope.
If they want to detour to the gentle slope behind the mountain, they will not be supported by their own naval guns.
Behind the hillside, there is also a group of mortar positions. He Wei arranged the mortar positions behind the hillside to get a better shooting angle.
Saw his landing force occupy the northwest fort.
The First Fleet also stepped up its bombardment of the Spanish fleet in the port to support the landing forces on the fort.
Pizarro finally arrived at the foot of the hillside with more than 10,000 people.
"Let the Luzon militia take the lead, and the two Luzon regiments will hold down the battle on the left and right flanks."
Pizarro made arrangements. He was ready to press the entire army as soon as he came up.
There are not many enemies occupying the fort.
Pizarro established a headquarters at the foot of the mountain.
Next, a brief battle of attacking and defending the fortress began.
"Brothers, these Chinese are going to rob our Manila. If they take the city of Manila, those Chinese bandits will turn us all into their slaves." A native officer was encouraging his men.
These natives have been gathering in Manila for many days. They have been brainwashed every day, and now their hearts are filled with hatred for the Chinese.
Now we know that the people who occupied this fort were Chinese.
These people naturally share the same hatred and hatred.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
The natives below burst into roars.
Pizarro nodded with satisfaction. I have to say that Governor Blandino's method of playing with people's hearts is quite good.
These natives have completely changed under his training for so many days.
They are like a spotted hyena in Africa, which has become bloodthirsty and cruel, and is not afraid of death.
"Kill!" The native commander raised his sword forward.
The native soldiers who were already ready to move swarmed forward. They seemed to be charging intensively, but they were disorganized.
These people charged forward solely driven by incited hatred.
The native servant legions on both sides are much better. They are at least arranged in several square formations. They are not scattered like these ordinary natives.
"Forward, warriors of Spain!"
As the drums sounded, the two thousand Spanish infantrymen behind them marched forward in a horizontal formation and stepped on the drums.
They stepped to the beat of the drum with every step, an essential skill for European infantry.
Yes, this is the Spanish infantry tactics - the line infantry tactics that Europeans are proud of.
The native cannon fodder in front just cleared the way for the line of infantry to advance.
"Brothers, get ready, we are going to go on a killing spree today."
"You all know how cruel these Spaniards and natives were when they massacred the Chinese, so don't be lenient." He Wei was mobilizing before the final stand.
"Let the mortars attack!" He Wei ordered. His headquarters was on the top of the mountain, and his men on both sides could see his flags.
"Bang bang bang..." The mortar started firing according to the pre-marked shooting elements.
The charging natives suddenly felt something falling from above their heads.
Then dense explosions sounded around them.
"Boom, boom, boom..." explosions occurred one after another.
The gravel on the hillside flew up together with the human body.
The already chaotic native charging team became even more chaotic.
However, under the control of the native officers, they did not retreat.
"Ignore the enemy's bombardment, keep charging forward, rush up and chop them to death." This group of natives seemed to be going into a group fight.
They have a variety of weapons in their hands, including hand crossbows, broadswords, spears, and some holding old antiques like matchlock guns...
They didn't look like an army, they looked like they were going to fight in a group.
Pizarro looked through the telescope and saw the enemy's position on the hillside.
This group of enemies is indeed a bit difficult to deal with. They did not nest on the top of the mountain but set up positions on the hillside.
This way they won't have a blind spot for shooting during the battle.
"What is this? How could the enemy's artillery shells come from behind the hillside? Could it be that they used mortars." Pizarro asked.
Europe also had artillery capable of direct fire, the kind of mortar used for siege.
"Ronald, take some people around to the back of the mountain to have a look." Pizarro ordered his captain of the guard.
"But, Commander, you need enough guards here." Ronal said.
Pizarro had just sent out all his troops to launch an attack.
Only the commander's guard is still guarding the surrounding area of the headquarters. If another group of people are sent to investigate the situation behind the mountain at this time, the headquarters may be in danger.
"It's okay, Ronal. The enemies are all surrounded by us on the mountain. It's the safest place here."
"I feel that the enemy's artillery positions in the aftermath may not be guarded. Their troops are too small. They must be all on this side to resist our attack. You can take people over to see if there is a chance to seize their artillery positions. If you can move forward and backward
By flanking these Chinese, our chances of winning will be greater."
Pizarro was a man who was good at seizing opportunities.
He is looking for the plans of the Renaissance Army, and the special forces of the Renaissance Army are also waiting for their prey to relax their vigilance and reveal their flaws.
The roles of hunter and prey are often not fixed, but change with each other depending on the situation.