Major Don Luis, who was in charge of commanding the Pampanga indigenous army, ran at the front of the indigenous team with a long sword, urging the indigenous soldiers to hurry up and hurry up. They made a big circle from the east of the battlefield and passed by Yin.
On the hillside where the sailors were stationed, we crossed two creeks and arrived in front of a large sugar cane field. A swampy water was separated to the left, and on the plain opposite was a large group of Chinese insurgents who were retreating. On the right was a continuous sugar cane field.
It was a land cultivated by Chinese farmers recruited by the Augustinian order. Through this sugar cane field, you can see the endless Tongdo swamp. There is a road paved by the Chinese with straw branches and soil, which goes all the way through the swamp to the Chinese
Tondo Camp - the base of the rebels. As long as this artificially paved swamp path is cut off, it will cause a lot of trouble to the Chinese rebels, at least they will be forced to walk back to the camp from the swamp.
"Quick! Quick!" Major Don Luis kept beating the native soldiers with the back of his sword. The natives were already out of breath.
The indigenous infantry team ran up the sugar cane field and almost reached the swamp passage.
"Wait a minute! Stop advancing!" Sergeant Carlos, the liaison officer sent by Colonel Dasmarinas, suddenly shouted. The chaotic team suddenly stopped, and the indigenous soldiers were in a mess. Colonel Don Luis was very dissatisfied with this sergeant.
He gave the order and looked at him with a fierce look: Sergeant Carlos was not afraid, he just pointed forward and said: "Colonel, there is an enemy firing line ahead."
"What?" Colonel Don Luis muttered in disbelief, and looked forward: 150 meters away, a group of people wearing blue cloths lined up neatly, holding smoked matches that had been lit.
The gun is aimed at them.
These people are obviously physiological men with black hair. They occupy the dirt road that must be passed from the sugar cane field to the edge of the swamp. Unless the indigenous troops trek across the swamp water on the left, it is impossible to cut off the road to the Tondo camp.
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This group of physiological men did not shout or move around. They just stood still and lined up in a neat firing line waiting for the indigenous troops. "It's strange... God, could this be..." Colonel Don Luis thought of Gass that night
Captain Parr's disastrous defeat in Binondo. It is very likely that this was the mysterious physiological musketry team.
The gunshots on the left had become sparse, and large numbers of Chinese insurgents retreated in a chaotic manner, running towards the edge of the Tongduo swamp. Some people had already stepped onto the earthen swamp channel.
Colonel Don Luis cursed: "God bless, why are these people here?" He lowered his head and thought for a while; in any case, it is impossible to cut off the enemy's retreat with these natives on hand, but if you don't do anything, this
Sergeant Carlos will probably report it to the colonel or the governor. But these people are really strange, and their equipment is better than their own indigenous infantry - the weapons of Spain's indigenous auxiliary army only have bows and arrows and spears.
In fact, the weapons of these Pampanga auxiliary soldiers were also ordered at Balian's blacksmith shop and made by Chinese.
Yin Feng was in the array 150 meters away, but Lin Xiao and others blocked him in the last row. They hurriedly and slowly got ahead of the Spanish native soldiers, blocking their roundabout route. Now
Behind them, a large number of Chinese were retreating and retreating to the Tondo camp through makeshift roads in the swamp.
Yin Feng set up a 20X3 array. There were actually only 10 musketeers in the last row, and the rest of the Zeng family's servants were only responsible for loading ammunition. Starting yesterday, Yin Feng forced them to practice loading ammunition, preparing to use these people for emergency purposes.
The auxiliary soldier at all times, Coutre, was commanding at the side. At this time, he shouted the command loudly: "Prepare the front row! Open the fire door!"
After hesitating for a while, the indigenous soldiers finally took action and were slowly advancing in formation. Colonel Don Luis decided to let the indigenous soldiers attack once and try his luck.
"The back row is ready! The front row is aiming! Ready..."
More than 100 indigenous people raised their spears, screamed sharply, and began to charge faster. They had already passed 100 meters, 90 meters... Some indigenous soldiers fired bows and arrows, and the sailors in the first row watched the arrows.
Flying over, they landed at their feet. Everyone held their guns in a ready-to-fire state and remained motionless: they were not allowed to move their positions before receiving orders. The concept of discipline has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the sailors over the past two years.
Fortunately, the indigenous bows and arrows were short bows produced by the Chinese, and their effective range was only 50 meters. The indigenous soldiers started shooting randomly from 100 meters away, which was completely untargeted.
Now, the enemy has rushed within 60 meters!
"put!"
"Bang bang bang bang" a burst of gunfire sounded like fried beans, and more than a dozen people in the front row of the Pampanga auxiliary charge team suddenly fell.
The people at the back couldn't stop their feet and stepped on the deceased in the front row. The injured continued to move forward. Someone slipped and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he escaped the shooting from the second row, and then the shooting from the third row. Finally
The fallen indigenous soldiers were only 30 meters away from Yin Feng. After nearly 30 people were knocked down by the Pampanga auxiliary soldiers, their morale collapsed and they retreated in a chaotic manner.
In fact, the daily shooting training of the Sailor Musketeers mainly consists of volleys, retreating reloading rounds, and accurate free fire. This is to adapt to the actual situation of the small space on the ship and the inability to maneuver in a wide range, and to deal with pirate gangs.
The attack was very effective. However, it was the first time for Yin Feng and his sailors to leave the ship and face a real attack from a large number of enemies on a wild battlefield.
Coutre did not expect the sailors to be able to adapt to field combat immediately. Therefore, he simply ordered them to step forward 20 steps, and then all raised their guns. The first row knelt on one leg and aimed their guns;
Putting it on the shoulders of the second row; then, "Boom!", Yin Feng's team fired a volley, aiming at the chaotic crowd of indigenous soldiers more than 100 meters away.
The effective range of these matchlock guns produced in Siam was just over 150 meters, but beyond 100 meters, the projectiles had long lost their accuracy. However, the morale of the indigenous soldiers was unexpectedly low, and the retreating indigenous soldiers and the reserve troops collided with each other.
There was a chaos of pushing and shoving. Colonel Don Luis beat them with his sword and whip, trying to regroup.
boom!
"The enemy is firing!" Sergeant Carlos shouted in surprise.
Whoosh... Bullets flew across the sky, and a bullet scratched across Colonel Don Luis's left cheek. Burning pain filled his entire head. Only a few indigenous soldiers were killed, and several others were injured and fell down screaming.
Next. But this undoubtedly gave the tense nerves of the native soldiers a final blow. As if they had heard the order, the native soldiers suddenly dispersed at the same time, crying and running away. The only one left in the place was Colonel Don Luis, who was covering his head.
His bleeding face was in a daze: a few steps away, Sergeant Carlos was kneeling on the ground with one leg, and a large amount of blood was oozing from his waist: he had also been shot.
"Free Fire!"
The sailor musketeers began to line up in two rows, with those in the back row loading ammunition, while those in the front row were free to look for targets, aim and shoot. After firing a shot, they took over the loaded guns from their companions in the back row and continued shooting. After a series of shots, Colonel Lewis
Trembling and falling down, Sergeant Carlos fell forward and fell on the sugar cane field. However, the remaining 60 or so indigenous auxiliary soldiers ran very fast and quickly ran out of the maximum range of 200 meters. The first row of sailors were
They only had time to fire two shots, and there was no one alive on the sugar cane field within 200 meters in front of them.
The entire battle lasted only about 3 minutes, and Yin Feng only fired 4 shots. Before he could get enough of it, the enemy had already disappeared. "I didn't expect the natives to be so careless!" He shook his head and sighed. He was originally at the foot of the sailor array.
, there were more than 30 sharpened bamboo spears on display, ready for use in hand-to-hand combat after the shooting, but they were no longer needed.
Coutre also shook his head: "This is just an indigenous auxiliary army. If we encounter the Spanish army, we can only pray to God."
Yin Feng nodded: "Major, if we can all leave the Philippines alive, I hope you can continue to stay as an instructor. I will let you train a real army that can fight against Spain or any European country."
Cutre immediately understood: "Do you want to deal with the Spaniards? Just with your own strength?" He looked at Yin Feng in disbelief.
Yin Feng looked in the direction of Del Monte Monastery, where the Spaniards had stopped pursuing and were reorganizing their team: in front of them, thousands of Chinese insurrectionists were retreating in all directions, retreating deep into the swamp. At Del Monte Monastery
In the surrounding areas, at least more than 1,000 Chinese were killed in the battle. On the Spanish side, only 4 were killed and 20 were injured.
This is the gap between several generations in weapons and tactics, the gap between the Spanish colonial imperial army and the ragtag Chinese insurrectionists. These Chinese who are far away from the motherland are not afraid of death and are brave enough to fight for their lives. Such tenacious spirit and combat effectiveness are unmatched by anyone in the country.
The Ming Dynasty official army could be easily defeated at any place. However, at the Monastery of Del Monte, the Chinese shed blood and sacrificed their lives and fought desperately, but still could not defeat the Spaniards.
Yin Feng turned around, his eyes were cold and piercing, and he looked at Cutre and said, "Just wait and see, one day the Spaniards will regret it."
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It was getting dark, and there were torches swaying around the monastery. All the monks in the monastery were clearing the battlefield, and directed the temporarily recruited indigenous people to pile up the bodies of the Chinese war dead on the edge of the swamp.
In the continuous sugar cane fields next to the swamp, a large group of Spanish officers, surrounded by soldiers, held torches and carefully observed the area where Colonel Don Luis died in battle. Two indigenous soldiers were held aside, and Domingo in black robes
Friar Flores of our order is interrogating them. Friar Flores is a tall man in his 30s, from the rural area of southern Castile. Although he is a monk, he has a bad temper. He is also a member of the Marquina Estate.
One of the executioners of the mass massacre was the most active priest against paganism. He once personally led a team to intercept and kill Chinese people who crossed the Pasig River, and killed no less than 20 Chinese people with his own hands. At this moment, his priest's robe was still stained with stains.
The blood stains indicate that he arrived in time with his supporting troops and repelled the last attack of the Chinese insurrectionists.
Now, Brother Flores was questioning the indigenous soldiers in Tagalog fiercely. Colonel Dasmarinas was pacing behind him impatiently.
Brother Flores turned back with a very hesitant expression: "They said that it was indeed a group of physiological musketeers in blue cloth who defeated them in a short period of time."
Captain Thomas shook his head and said: "According to them, if you launch an attack here, you can rush in front of the physiological man in less than half a minute. You must have the firepower of at least three rows of musketeers... That team of physiological man musketeers must have passed through our Europe.
Who has ever heard that the Chinese emperor’s army had such tactics?”
Veteran Sergeant Alfredo came running from the front with a bandage on his head and wiping sweat: "Colonel, there are more than 30 sharpened bamboo poles in front of us. They should be used temporarily by the physiological men for fighting."
Colonel Dasmarinas waved his arms angrily and said loudly: "No need to think about it, these physiological men must be the same group who despicably attacked Captain Gaspar. They have undoubtedly retreated to the swamp now.
.We must set out immediately to pursue them, bite them, and defeat them!! Avenge Major Lewis!"
All the officers and soldiers looked at each other in confusion, wondering if the colonel was crazy: after a fierce battle for most of the day, he wanted to send the tired soldiers into a swamp with unfamiliar terrain to search for biological rebels? Moreover, it was still in the dark night!
Brother Flores was still interrogating the indigenous deserters when suddenly his voice rose several octaves and he screamed in Spanish: "What did you say? What?"
The officers and soldiers present who had just been stunned by Colonel Dasmarinas were startled again, and they all looked at the monk; he was grabbing the collar of an indigenous soldier tightly with his hands, putting his fierce face close to the indigenous soldier, and spitting
Stars spurted out. The frightened native soldier curled up and said a few words. Brother Flores pushed him away, crossed himself on his chest, and said to everyone with a strange expression: "This native said that he saw
In the team of physiological musketeers, there is a European who is the commander who gives orders."
"No way!" Colonel Dasmarinas shouted, "Spanish Christians will not help the infidels!"
Everyone was shaking their heads, expressing disbelief.
Brother Flores said: "No, no, what this guy said must be the truth. He saw a European, a white man with chestnut hair, within 50 meters away! It can't be wrong! There must be a European.
Those who are helping the biological man must be Lutheran heretics! Otherwise, how could the biological man use our fighting methods to deal with us!"
Captain Thomas was a little convinced: "Maybe it's the Dutch, they attacked Manila the year before last!"
Colonel Dasmarinas raised his hands irritably and said loudly: "It's pointless for us to argue here. We should attack, attack immediately. In this way we can find those damn physiological musketeers, and all problems can be solved.