Once a rout has happened, it is very difficult to stop.

There are many heavily armed samurai in Chen Mu's own soldiers, but the subordinates of Lotus Dou attached to Luzon have always had a light armed force, and the corps composed of ronins in the early years still maintains the habit of calling the cuirass the Nanban armor, in order to ensure the smooth swing of the sword, they do not even wear iron arm bindings, and the weapons used are mainly imitation swords of the Ming Kingdom.

Faced with well-armed Spanish swordsmen and shields and knights, they often had to exert a lot of effort to inflict effective damage, but they were at home in the face of knightly vassals on the left flank, consisting of conscripts and mercenaries.

The knights, who were frightened by the Beiyang cavalry with artillery support, no longer had the courage to fight to the death, and the infantry and Chen Mu's own soldiers were even more likely to collapse at the touch of a touch.

The three armies are angry, and even though there are tens of millions of people, they cannot fight.

When the knight lord left the vassal infantry to flee in confusion, at least ten cavalry banners under the Black Cloud Dragon banner launched an attack on the attacking Spanish Chinese army from the flank, and the infantry with huge spears in the phalanx had just turned around when they heard the sound of galloping horses' hooves, and the army formation was rushed to pieces.

The companies behind had no time to support, and the sword and shield men and spearmen of the front companies had just turned around, and their blades had been sharpened.

Within a thousand steps, the Ming army was like a few huge stone mills, and the infantry of the elite Spanish legions who fought all over the New World were cut by these half-way Beiyang cavalry.

They have no other skills, even in the northern border of the Ming Dynasty, the equipment is more sophisticated than their comrades, in the Renaissance, the European knights at the peak of the development of heavy knight armor are not an advantage, more than a year of training is not as good as the training of European colleagues for ten years, but the victory is discipline, even if the first attack fails, they can still regroup to complete the charge again and again.

In the eyes of the Black Cloud Dragon, his cavalry did not make any earth-shattering feats, and he saw many times in the cutting charge from north to south that his subordinates missed due to insufficient training and no experience in combat, allowing the enemy who should have been the soul of the sword to pick up a life from the horse.

But for Shao Tingda's infantry on the Chinese line, their own cavalry was tantamount to the Heavenly Army, because they clearly cut off the speed of the attack of the Western Army's phalanx after crossing the trenches.

Even the experienced Spanish phalanx infantry could not be relieved when they were facing the enemy in front and behind, and this moment of hesitation happened to be caught by Shao Tingda's infantry.

"The left formation advances, and the right formation stands on the spur!"

The alternate cover retreat of the Chinese infantry has only been halfway through, and the left formation, which is retreating and returning fire with birds, has just retreated to the command site to provide cover for the retreating right formation, and suddenly hears the order to advance, and the feeling of the right formation is even more outrageous.

But fortunately, in the vast majority of cases, the infantry does not need brains.

The long-standing habit of following orders allowed them to do what they had to do before their brains could react, and the chaos lasted no more than five steps, and the left and right formations were ready to continue receiving orders, and a volley of buckshot shot at the Spanish sword and shield men in a dilemma.

When he was in Luzon, Chen Mu's subordinates fought with the Spanish sword and shield soldiers, but the sword and shield soldiers in Luzon were far less well-equipped than these guys from the West Indies.

But no matter how well-armed they were, they were still not powerful in the face of muskets.

These advantages of the Ming army were infinitely magnified in the eyes of Bernal, the commander of the Western Army.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, and he saw himself abandoned by the few remaining knights on the right flank, like the tragic conscripts who had been slain in a hard-fought battle, and the lucky survivors rushed into their own formations in a panic, causing an even greater rout.

The battle situation on the left flank was very pessimistic, in fact, Bernal could not see his left flank infantry at all, he could only see the Ming cavalry in his chaotic formation, making him think that the four companies that had been ordered to advance by him had been eaten by the Ming army.

After all—it was an army of mercenaries and merchant guards, and it wasn't so reliable in Bernal's eyes.

In fact, their performance was far more tenacious than Bernal had imagined.

The four infantry companies that had earlier borrowed the retreat of the Ming cavalry to give up their positions were cut off by the Ming cavalry at this time, and they were on the left side of the steep mountain wall, on the right side were the Ming infantry, in front were the retreating Ming cavalry, and in the back were the charging Ming cavalry.

The cavalry squeezing from both directions forced their four phalanxes together, erecting their spears, and not daring to attack even if they were continuously shot by the Ming musketeers.

But they did not surrender, let alone break up like those noble-born armies, because they were so tightly surrounded and intercepted by the enemy that the soldiers did not even dare to rout, let alone have nowhere to be defeated.

The only way they could choose to rout was to rout in the enemy's ranks, which looked more decent than ramming their heads against the mountain wall.

What's more, this is not a rout, but a suicide after falling into madness.

Worse things came from behind, in the confusion there were two huge cannon shots, two stone bullets weighing fifty pounds were fired from the flat stone cannons, running over several Ming cavalry who rushed to the front, without even wailing, both men and horses were smashed into a blur of flesh and blood, followed by the stone bullets and rushed into the Spaniards' own phalanx.

The sound startled everyone, no one knew why and by whom the two cannons were fired, but these two shells from the heart of the camp were the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Bernal could no longer restrain his army, even though he still had the strength to fight more than half of his soldiers, but no one wanted to continue.

Everyone is running backwards.

The sound of the cannon also startled Lin Manjue, who was lined up behind, and he thought that the cannon was hitting him, but when he found that no cannonballs were falling on him, he withdrew his heart into his stomach, and then the pressure doubled.

His guerrillas had just gathered up two Spanish companies with the advantage of birds, and had beaten the enemy of less than six hundred to the point of withdrawing from the gap left in the valley by half of the gap, when a large group of armored cavalry came running from a distance, and frightened him to gather his troops in a hurry, and let his men hide near behind trees or stones.

Fortunately, these iron horsemen did not seem to have any intention of fighting them, except for a few who rushed into the formation without opening their eyes, and the others ran east almost without looking.

Finally getting through this difficult juncture, Lin Manjue, who had re-arrayed, raised his eyes and looked westward, his eyes were bigger than the copper bell - people, all people.

The mighty Spanish army, some still in formation, some with weapons in a mess, all ran towards their side, and from the momentum, Lin Manjue could no longer tell whether this was a rout or a charge.

Lin Manjue and his guerrillas had never seen such a situation, and he stood for a long time in the face of thousands of Spanish soldiers rushing to the wolves, before finally reacting and shouting: "Array, array, the enemy is defeated!" ”