The soldiers of the Western Army, still stationed in Colombia, waited anxiously for an order from the Governor's Office authorizing their withdrawal to Peru.

But everyone knows that they can't leave until they're done with the rest.

The town of Pereira, south of Medellín, Colombia, is built on the basis of the Inca indigenous tribe many years ago when the Spaniards discovered the presence of associated silver and lead veins in the surrounding mountains.

They did not drive away the aborigines, but this is not human mercy, but no matter how fertile the land is, no one will cultivate it, and no matter how rich the veins are, they will not emerge from the ground on their own without digging for minerals.

However, farming is too tiring and mining is too dangerous, so of course such things must be left to the aborigines.

Perhaps it was the turbulence of the times, the Spanish outpost built of white walls and orange tiles in disrepair looked like a layer of gray, and the young musketeers on the outpost had a depressed expression, and the Spanish light musketeers did not wear armor for maintenance costs, and his depressed expression was obviously not because there was only a rudimentary military uniform such as a yellow cut-out suit, but because several comrades in the lower echelons were drinking and laughing, but he had to stand alone on the watchtower and stare at the endless black eyes.

"The good day is coming to an end, you know, tomorrow is the new year of Daming."

On the lower level of the watchtower, a staggered and bearded Spanish soldier was coming up from the basement with two bottles of wine, and the tall moerskin boots squeaked on the wooden ladder, and the owner of the boots had just kicked the indigenous prisoner who was reaching out to ask for food on the ground, and complained: "The Ming army celebrates the New Year, and we can also celebrate our good days like the Ming army...... It's a good day without a fight, how funny, it's only been so long since we've become like this. ”

The outpost was built in the heyday of the Spanish power in the New World, when Pereira was a large tribe of aborigines, and more than 3,000 natives were mobilized to build courtyard walls and houses including the outpost, the outpost was divided into three layers, the upper floor could be used for standing guard, the lower floor was used as a prison cell and storehouse underground, and the large courtyard outside the middle floor could raise chickens, dogs and horses, and also built a high wall with wells to prevent enemy raids.

It turned out that they thought too much, as long as a hundred Spanish warriors, they could rely on the outpost to deal with the attack of thousands of aborigines, and there was no need to do so much defense at all.

The old Spanish warriors remembered their heroic glory, and when they were sent by the king to go to sea, they were full of hope for a war worthy of their glory, and their minds were full of fantasies about the riches of gold and silver in the New World, and the monks told them again and again during their long voyages that the things in the New World were very backward and only animals that looked like men, and that it was the gods who guided them to fight here, and that glory would eventually return to heaven.

In fact, as long as you start at the beginning, the rest is not so difficult, if you don't kill them, those natives with wooden spears and stone arrows will kill you, in this land where there are more natives than weeds, as a minority, if they want to survive, they must fight bravely.

Good and evil are no longer important, it is important to live, and it would be better if you could still see the silver mines digging up things while you live.

Every year Pereira would send tons of silver and dozens of tons of lead to Peru, even though they had nothing in their own pockets, even though they were soldiers when they came, but then again, the people who were sent to the New World, except for the high-ranking officials and nobles, were people who had no skills, and they could live well anywhere if they really had the ability, and they still had to run here to work hard?

They did not know whose pockets the silver ended up in, except that the Viceroy's plea to the Council of Indian Affairs and to the King that there was not so much silver in Peru, and that it was certainly not the case.

But that doesn't matter to them, as long as they take care of their little outpost and watch the surrounding mines, they can live forever in a life that they would never have dared to think of in Spain - they are all in danger of getting the French disease!

French sickness, my God...... Is this something that ordinary people can get if they want to?

For this, they do not regret a hundred battles.

Until a war in Mingxi carried a big heel, it was a real big heel, firepower, equipment, and warships, not far behind.

The Second War in Minxi could not be called a follow-up, the Peruvian Legion did not even fight, only met the Nantang ship at sea and sank a Galen warship, and then fully withdrew its troops, and the war on the front line of Mexico proved that the decision of the governor Toledo to withdraw troops was correct.

Gunpowder could not destroy their courage, but it was the death and wounding of the experienced soldiers that destroyed their courage.

The Spanish legions were able to charge with round-robin birdfire, but intelligence proved that the Ming army's firepower was increasing day by day, and then they needed to charge with long-range rockets, short-range rockets, grenades, and bird-fired rounds...... The battle turned into a hopeless struggle.

The veteran unscrewed the cork on the mouth of the bottle, tilted his head and poured it down his throat, the red wine stained his dry and dirty beard, and grunted: "Why doesn't the regimental commander understand, no one wants to fight with the Ming army, our firepower is so backward that we can't catch up with the natives, and Godot still goes to provoke the Ming army." ”

The wine bottle was placed on the rotten wooden table and was taken away by the hand stretched out next to it as soon as possible, and the owner of the hand had a free and easy smile on his face: "The monk said that one of the natives and the Ming army is a beast and the other is a devil, neither of them is human, no one wants to duel with the devil, but we really can't compare to the beast with firepower?" ”

"What do you think?"

The old soldier said with a wide eye: "Few people in the squad caught by the natives have escaped, remember the old Bao Nuo who was blown up and broke his leg, the five of them had two guns, first stepped on the mine and injured two people, three natives carried wooden cannons to attack them, one shot came over two people with stone axes came up and cut down, and one with a musket to kill." ”

"If you hadn't pretended to be dead, Old Baonuo wouldn't have survived."

"Sooner or later, we will be their target, twelve men have no cannons, only eight muskets, as long as there are more natives than us, we will die."

The younger soldier thought so, and said, "In this case, the Captain Godot has actually done a good thing, the governor has asked us to escort the last ore back, at least there is no need to go to the village to search for indigenous miners, and sooner or later we will stay here...... What's wrong? ”

As they spoke, they heard footsteps from upstairs, and the dust from the wooden ladder fell all over the table, and they looked up at the pale-faced sentry standing at the corner of the staircase.

He opened his mouth, his difficult expression looked cowardly, raised his arm and slowly pointed out, and said, "We, we are surrounded." ”

When the Spanish veterans in the outpost reached the top floor, hundreds of torches were illuminated outside the high walls of the outpost, and hundreds of aborigines gathered outside the outpost with torches, and several wooden cannons were aimed at them.