The territory of the Ming Dynasty was so vast that in March, the battlefield in Guangzhou was already growing wildly. The northern country had just finished a heavy snowfall. Ice hanging down the masts, making a tuning sound like a tuning fork in the northwest wind that blows people's bones.

Mao Jue and his family were very close to the ship. Adrena, wrapped in a dark green new Ming army coat, also hid in the captain's cabin, leaning against the burning fireplace of several logs, while flipping through Jiangnan's orders.

The rule of the empire changed with the improvement of transportation. If a few decades ago, an order was sent from the distant Guangzhou to Liaodong, it would take fifteen to eighteen days to rush to 800 miles. However, this order was reached by the empire's urgent train that handled tight official documents through nine days.

Western warships can make great strides and travel to the East to fight for war, but so far, no Eastern warship has the strength to travel to the West, which means that the war between the two sides is unequal, and the range of attacks of the Ming Dynasty was not as far away as the Dutch, which is not a good thing! The Dutch attack on Manila further stimulated Mao Jue. In the new continent where the West is relatively weakly controlled, Mao Jue urgently needs to open up a new route to Europe.

The prince is the advance team that ends this asymmetric strike range. Now it is time for Adrena, the backbone force, to be dispatched!

However, after preparing for so long, Adrena was not happy after receiving this order!

On the small coffee table at her hand, there was a thick stack of information conveyed from the New World Expedition Team.

In this kung fu, the prince was uneasy and was actively envoking the Indian tribes everywhere to build his ideal Confucian empire! If you want to open the Panama Canal, you have to force the indigenous people to act as laborers everywhere. When you think of Mao Xingjian's virtue, Sister Nana couldn't help but feel a headache.

"The Ministry of War has not given an extra salary. I hope this kid will not be stinky and hard with the stones in the cesspool!"

The big guy stretched his waist and showed off his beautiful figure. He reached out and touched the hat. Then Adrena wandered out lazyly.

Just next to the shipyard, in the snow and ice, thousands of men were shouting and tying the spears in their hands and waving the big swords in their hands. Although the cold wind on the beach was blowing, these people were still bare-shouldered and only wore calves. Some people even had hot air on their foreheads.

Lying lazily on the railing, looking at the last crusade underneath, finally, a strong smile appeared on the corner of the foreign girl's mouth.

“The waste has been utilized!”

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In the cold north, Sister Nana was packing her clothes in a cotton jacket. In the warm Guangzhou, tens of thousands of Ming troops launched wave after wave of passionate impact on the remains of Zhu Ming under the emperor's command, and ate the land of the other three provinces into their stomachs in large mouthfuls. However, the hot Manila was completely trapped in a volcanic hell.

In the bay, the artillery fire of Western warships was still roaring, but it was much lower than when the war started on the first day. It was worthy of being the Dutch sea god. At this time, there were only more than a dozen battleships left in the bay, circling without formation. The traces became difficult to capture, but the artillery fire kept spitting towards the shore.

Heavy solid iron cannonballs roared past and finally landed heavily in Manila City. It had been more than ten days of attack. The city as beautiful as the garden was, but there was no good house built with a house. The neat two-story building collapsed on the ground, the glass was broken everywhere, and steel bars were exposed as hideously as broken bones.

Under the roaring artillery fire, the brigade of Spanish infantry wearing heavy Saxony armor or Milan plate armor was like a devil who came into the village, lowering his head and forcing forward along the already messy street. The square formation that the Spaniards were once proud of was deformed here. The axe and gun halberd soldiers, who were originally like hedgehogs, threw away the mighty halberds and replaced them with large wooden boards wrapped in linen or cloth, and blocked them nervously outside, while the musketeers were constantly blowing the rope inside.

But even though the defense was so tight, the marching team walked out. Suddenly, a musketman still had a blood hole on his forehead. He fell down without even a snorting. In horror, a group of musket soldiers immediately rushed towards the direction of the attack with gunshots. In the crackling gunshots, only half of the cement walls were covered with pits, just like smallpox patients, but they found nothing.

The two tactical concepts of street fighting and sniper were introduced into the East-West war dictionary, more than 200 years earlier than the Battle of Manila!

After the gunfire, three large shield soldiers stood in front tremblingly, and several convex gunmen followed carefully, carefully searching for the figures of the attackers just now. The bloody lessons over the past few days have made them clear that if they ignore these sporadic attacks and insist on doing their own thing, the losses they face will be devastating.

However, the war is fair, and the Ming sniper infantry was not so lucky. Looking at the back of the heads of these attacking infantry, a young boy had just emerged. The cold light of the barrel reflected the barrel instantly caused several Spanish gunmen in the square to raise their guns in an instant. As the crackling guns sounded, a stream of scarlet blood splattered on the broken glass, and the heavy corpse rolled down along the collapsed stairs.

These Spaniards even learned to support artillery fire. If they encountered several difficult snipers, they would light a bonfire smoke on the ground, and then quickly retreated dozens of meters. After a moment, heavy artillery fire roared and bombarded the already broken building again.

It was so slowly that it only drove into one street, and most of the day had been spent. As the night came, these mercenaries who came to China from Europe and traveled thousands of miles away, had a strong fear appeared in their pupils.

In front of them was a camp where only half of the first floor had been shot by artillery fire. Outside the camp was full of scattered bodies of Ming army, and inside the camp were the bodies of Western soldiers lying there in bundles.

It was the time for the Ming army to counterattack. The dark and rich night color, the cold guns and bayonets that were shot from nowhere were scattered over the heads of these mercenaries like the god of death. The advantages and disadvantages of flintlock guns and flintlock guns were fully revealed in the night battle. The Ming army could shoot at will, but the Dutch and French were afraid that the flintlock would expose their position and turn them into gun targets. Such night attacks were particularly tragic. Often, at a camp, by dawn the next day, there were only bloody corpses left.

In terms of defense in Manila City, the Ming people were simply crazy!

However, just when the French and Spanish troops were sieging the city were full of fear, the Ming Dynasty defenders also reached the same time to hold on with one breath.

In history, there was a war in which one fights four, thousands of people easily defeated tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops. However, either the cavalry on the plains fought against infantry, or most of the opponents temporarily dropped hoes. Peasant militia with extremely low quality, when facing professional troops, one-on-two was enough to cause great pressure, but the Manila Corps was one-on-four, one-on-five.

The entire open lawn of Fort St. Philip was filled with dense stretchers. There were indeed medicines, but there were not enough rescuers. Military medical nurses were busy with blood, but they were still too busy. Some even ran over with bandages in panic, but the injured soldiers had swallowed their last breath forever.

Standing on the wall of the castle that was once besieged by him, Huang Degong looked down worriedly.

At this time, Manila City had been more than half lost. The last barricade more than 100 meters away from Fort St. Philip was considered the last battlefield for the two armies to compete repeatedly. Moreover, not only Manila was attacked, Domingo, Xialiu Town, Mengzhai, and Daming towns near Manila were also falling one after another. The Spaniards were already making a comeback at this time.

However, the battle situation in front of him was not the one that scared him the most!

The sun sets, and the day is pushed over again, quite unscrupulous. Huang Degong, a man with more than 200 pounds, staggers and shakes down the city wall. But before he can return to his office, his trousers are suddenly caught.

One thigh was gone. Although several layers of gauze were bandaged, blood was still rolling out. She was not wearing Ming army armor, but an ordinary set of cloth clothes. As the nurse was sobbing at the helpless nurse, the Manila militia was as angry as a fucking spring, but she looked at Huang Degong's pupils with hope.

"Master! The Ming Dynasty will definitely send reinforcements, right?"

"Yes! The reinforcements are already on the road! As long as we hold on for a few more days, your Majesty will not give up on us!"

Without disliked the blood at all, Huang Degong even squatted down and held the soldier's hand.

It seemed that he had seen some beautiful scene. The young man in his early twenties also showed a warm smile on his bloody face. He murmured, but his voice became smaller and smaller. Then, his hand slid heavily from Huang Degong's thick calluses.

I have seen life and death in my life. I don’t know how many times my veterans have changed. But for the first time, death has moved Huang Degong so much. Dozens of pounds of iron whip are flying, but it trembles violently here. Huang Degong has fought so many wars in this war. He is no longer surrounded by soldiers and gangsters in troubled times who are busy waiting for death, have no future and no hope, but a group of young people who are full of ambitions to protect their homeland!

After letting go of his hand and being silent for a little while, Huang Degong rushed towards his office as if he was running away.

Under Gu Moyi's fearful gaze, his heavy desk was smashed to the ground.
Chapter completed!