Wang Ergou is no longer nervous now. Even if the musket on his side is no longer used, the nervousness in his heart has long disappeared.

There is actually no difference between killing people and killing chickens. There is basically no difference between using a musket or a knife.

As for the barbarian, it seems that there is no problem with equating with the chicken?

Wang Ergou, who had killed people with a musket and killed people with a knife, can now fall asleep peacefully in the rumbling sound of cannon fire like his Lord General Banner. If there was no sound of cannons, he would be a little uncomfortable sleeping.

Ergouzi, who was sleeping soundly, felt a pain in his butt again. He was about to curse a few times when he heard the shout of Liu Wu of the General Banner: "All the damn preparations, the barbarians are here!"

Looking up at the sky, Wang Ergou muttered, "These barbarians are smart and know to come over while it rains!"

Liu Wu glared at Wang Ergou and shouted: "You Ergouzi talk too much! I tell you, this time the barbarians chose to attack the rain, there is no hope for the musket, just take the knife!"

The strict hierarchy in the army made Wang Ergou dare not stare back because he was shouted by the general flag, especially now it is wartime.

If it were normal, I would have to beat him up!

He muttered in his heart, and Wang Ergou also fucked the knife in his hand.

At this time, the shield player in front had already raised his shield, knelt on one knee and held the shield tightly.

Behind the shield player were the jumping soldiers such as Wang Ergou, and in his hands were big swords in the form of a mosaic sword. Later, the tail of the gun was pressed to the ground, holding the hemp rope tightly on the gun rod, and the long spear tip was shining with cold light outside the shield.

The pouring rain formed a huge rain curtain between the sky and the earth, but it could not stop the cold light on the tip of the gun. The rainfall from the sky hit the tip of the gun and splashed water on the tip of the gun, and then slid down the blade of the gun.

As for the rain water pouring on the face, no one cares about it, and no one moves it if the rain water on the face flows into a small river.

Everyone was holding back their energy, intending to see if it was the people on their side who were cruel or those iron cans were even more powerful.

That's right, the Spanish spear soldiers were called iron cans by the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, because those guys were all wearing heavy armor, high helmets on their heads, breastplate, leg armor, etc., which was exactly the same as wrapping them in iron.

As for the spears in the hands of these spearmen, the length is nearly two meters and the weight is about seven or eight kilograms, which is indeed a veritable spear.

Liu Wu, the chief flag leader, looked at the spear that appeared from afar and shouted: "Beware!"

But as soon as Liu Wu's voice fell, a familiar roar came from behind him, and still a cannon was washing the ground.

Liu Wu turned around in a daze and scolded, "These bastards!"

What's the fuck is that these bastards are easy to clean the floor with cannons. After a few waves, basically no one can stand. But now I'm planning to use a knife to cut people, so you can wash the floor first?

Liu Wu didn't know where the word "cannon" came from, but he was inexplicably interested in his appetite.

When fighting against the Franchise barbarians, basically the artillery on his side was washed first, and it was his turn to take the stage after washing.

After the infantry appeared, they also shot the muskets, and the density of each step made the barbarians on the opposite side unable to get close to them.

The great battle turned the cannons and muskets into a last-minute operation to collect corpses. The entire Southern Imperial Guard had long expressed dissatisfaction.

Finally, I took advantage of the rain to try the quality of the barbarians on the other side, but the artillery bastards began to wash the floor again!

Fortunately, after a round of washing, the artillery stopped washing the artillery and handed over the initiative on the battlefield to the soldiers of the Southern Imperial Army and the soldiers of the various garrisons.

As the vanguard of the Southern Imperial Guard, Liu Wu, saw that the artillery bastards finally stopped the artillery attack. He was immediately overjoyed and shouted again: "Beware!"

The Spanish spearmen did not expect that the Ming army on the opposite side could wash the ground for another round. Many open spaces were bombarded in the entire formation, covered with broken limbs and broken arms and armor fragments.

Cordoba, who came to his senses, shouted angrily: "Carrange the queue! Go forward!"

At this moment, the Spanish spearmen finally showed the style of Europe's number one strong army, and began to move forward steadily with the frequency of their own drum beats.

The spear was against the spear, and there were spear soldiers on both sides, but the Spanish side advanced with bare hands, while the Ming army supported the spear behind the shield, waiting for the Franchise barbarians to come to their doors.

As soon as the spears of both sides contacted, the Ming army's spear soldiers pressed against the spear tightly, pressed on the shield and deliberately left the recess of the spear. The shield player pressed against the shield tightly and at the same time left his shoulders to facilitate the jumping soldiers to jump out on their shoulders.

Wang Ergou jumped out with a knife. As soon as he landed, he heard a angrily scolding from behind: "Ergouzi! You are so fat like a pig!"

Wang Ergou smiled, but did not scold him.

There is no way, my figure is like this, and I am apart from the jumping soldiers. It would be good if I could jump out with a shield!

But after being scolded, I was sure of my dissatisfaction. Wang Ergou couldn't scold his companions, but it would be fine to send this fire to the barbarians on the opposite side!

With a scream of "Ah!", the barbarian's feet opposite him had already left his body, and his body, which had lost support, pounced heavily on the ground.

Wang Ergou couldn't understand what the barbarian was calling, but he knew that the guy opposite reached out to hold his calf and chopped the long knife to the barbarian's neck.

Without caring about the chopped head, Wang Ergou had already taken the opportunity to straighten up, and began to move closer to the same place with his companions, and then shouted: "Swipe the knife!"

Accompanied by Wang Ergou's command, the jumpers who had jumped out had swung the long swords in their hands towards the opposite side, but they seemed to have never seen the swords and broad swords that the barbarians cut at them.

The law of one inch long and one inch stronger on the battlefield once again played a role. Although the long sword like a Mo sword was heavier, it could wield the opposite barbarian slanted away from his arm.

After retracting the long knife, he ignored the colorful internal organs and the splattered blood. Wang Ergou shouted again: "Swipe the knife!"

Shen Zhenjiang stood at a high place, and a shed built with simple branches and dead grass ensured that the rain could not be wet on him. Instead, he could take out his telescope and look at the station.

The heavy rain blocked the view, but we could still vaguely see some of the situation on the battlefield.

Actually, there is nothing good to look at.

The original jumping soldiers were actually sword and shield hands, equipped with round shields and short swords, and pierced light armor. When the long soldiers of both sides met, the jumping soldiers often jumped out from behind the shield and then began stabbing people.

However, Shen Zhenjiang, who has long been yearning for "advance like a wall, and his people are broken", deliberately disturbed the guys in the army like Wang Ergou, and turned them into new jumping soldiers who were chopping people with long swords that looked like a moji sword. Basically, there was no opponent standing on the opposite side.

This is true. Although the Spanish military formation is scattered across Europe, it is still apart when facing the jumping soldiers created by imitating the Tang army's Modao Formation.

With Wang Ergou's command to keep swinging the knife! Swinging the knife!, the jumping soldiers also realized the scene that Shen Zhenjiang imagined was moving forward like a wall, shattering in front of them.

The Spanish military formation began to retreat step by step and then fight hard, and the people would become fragments!

As the Spanish army retreated, the shield players also stood their shields sideways, and the sword and shield soldiers located behind the spearmen began to advance with big swords and small shields.

Cordoba opened his eyes wide, really unwilling to believe the scene in front of him, and he was defeated like this?

But if you lose, you will be defeated. The spearmen in front have been slaughtered by the jumping soldiers led by Wang Ergou. The rest are infantry with short weapons such as broad swords.

Wang Ergou also knew that he had the pain in his heart.

The long sword made from the imitation Mo Dao is very pleasant to cut people, but the weight is also very heavy, even if it is much lighter than the real Mo Dao. However, after dozens of consecutive slashes, I didn't have the energy to swing the knife any more.

Fortunately, the sword and shield soldiers also knew the shortcomings of this jumping soldier. After Wang Ergou stopped, the sword and shield soldiers bypassed the jumping soldier and began to surround the Spanish infantry soldiers.

With a bang, Wang Shugou threw the Mo Dao aside and sat on the ground.

He was so fucking tired. The barbarians on the other side were also good enough. They didn't even collapse when they were chopped down, and they were tough enough.

But now, the guys from the sword and shield hands have surrounded him, and they can take a good breath.

Shen Zhenjiang in the distance simply put down the telescope in his hand and said, "Okay, nothing is good to look at. The barbarians on the other side are finished."

Li Dejiang kept holding the telescope and smiled and said, "It's because they're done that they have to take a good look."

After Shen Zhenjiang laughed and scolded the bad habit, he turned around and ordered to his personal soldiers: "Please cook more ginger soup, so that your brothers can warm up their bodies later!"

Sanchez, who was also far away from the battlefield, also saw the situation on the battlefield through a telescope. He felt nothing else except for a burst of sadness.

If you can't play with muskets, you can't hit them, or you can't hit them. What's wrong with this?

But no matter what, no matter why, the defeat is decided now, and there is no hope of winning.

We must consider what to do next.

If we continue to fight here, the final result will probably be that the Ming army will be completely wiped out on Luzon Island.

Sanchez is not afraid of death, and he believes that his subordinates are not afraid of death. Even if they can fight for both sides or die together, Sanchez can barely accept it.

But Sanchez could not accept this method of death that had no meaning and was almost silent.

"Akunia, do you think this war is still necessary to continue?"

Although he probably guessed Sanchez’s thoughts, Akuña also fell into deep thought in the face of Sanchez’s questions.

Is it necessary to continue this war that would not have happened?

Akunia didn't know if it was necessary to continue, but she also knew that if she continued, she would definitely lose.

After calming down, Akunia spoke, "Actually, there is no chance?"

Sanchez said with a hint: “I know you are talking about the Dutch people in Batavia.

The two remaining ways now are either to find the greedy and shameless Dutch people to fight together in Luzon, or we should seize the time to retreat and give up Luzon."

Akunia said: "Yes, Mr. Governor."

But Sanchez asked: "Look for those Dutch people, how much benefit should they give them if they win? How much compensation should they give them if they lose?"

Akunia said: "Mr. Governor, you are a noble knight, but there is no need to talk about the spirit of chivalry for those Dutch people.

If you win, the benefits can naturally be distributed to them. If you lose, those betrayers must have their lives to come to us for compensation?"

Sanchez was stunned when he heard this, put down his telescope and turned to look at Acunia, and said lightly: "You are right. For those betrayers, there is no need to talk about chivalrous spirit.

Akunia, do you have the confidence to convince Batavia's greedy and shameless betrayers?"

Akunia said: "It will definitely be as you wish, Lord Governor!"

Sanchez once again picked up the telescope and turned his eyes to the battlefield, but then ordered: "Go, I'll wait for your good news!"

Akunia saluted Sanchez again and left quickly.

It was raining heavily this time, and it was inconvenient for the savages on the opposite side to pursue them, so there was still hope for everything.

What if it doesn't rain next time?
To be continued...