Can Ondolema have peace of mind?

Absolutely! If he wants to have that face, he will not betray the hundreds of defenders of Fort St. Philip, go out of the city and surrender, as long as he can save his life, even if the Spaniards in Manila die, he will not feel distressed, and in real terms, he was born in Milan, Italy, sent by the Holy See to the Spanish Bishop's Palace, and then transferred to the East Indies, in the final analysis, he is still an Italian.

Unfortunately, Osde was not Spanish either, he was a priest of French origin.

Occupying the largest number of people, but not even qualified to attend military meetings, this is the embarrassing position of these Filipino maids, when they were called the archbishop's red tent, a group of native chiefs were still full of excitement and pride, but they knew that they had just entered and were knocked down.

"What are you doing here? We are also Christians, believing in God!"

Tied up on the spot, tied up like pigs, and in Alex's first slightly guilty eyes, several short, dark guys screamed sadly.

Still looking like a hypocrisy, swaying the incense burner made of pure silver, Auster said "mercifully": "For the great cause of the Lord, you need to make some small personal sacrifices, and the Lord will forgive your souls, Amen!"

Not to mention, under his "Holy Light Blessing", several barbarian native chiefs also became quiet, quietly receiving the pig-binding and pig-killing style carrying away, not because they had several green-skinned hemp walnuts stuffed in their mouths!

Watching the accompanying Ming army guards carry the people out of the sack, Osde asked again in a hurry and gloom.

"The man is handed over to you! When will the Ming Dynasty put back the nobles of our country? ”

"Tomorrow at noon!"

"No, you should hand it over! Handover!"

Alex roared like a mad dog again, but Gu Moyi, who could hear it, shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed look: "Please, your noble lord is useless to Da Ming, what are we going to do with them?" People are in Manila now, even if they travel overnight, they have to walk for a day, right? In Southeast Asia, my reputation is better than that of you barbarians, right? Go out and inquire, has Da Ming ever had a time when talking doesn't count? ”

"If you really don't feel at ease, it's okay, this official will take these pigs here for a day and a night, but if the news leaks and there is a change in the morale of the army, your country will be responsible for it!"

"This ......"

Even Alex couldn't help choking, now he knew that Daming wanted these native chieftains with bad intentions, but for Spain, it was a day to hide it from the city wall of Manila, and use cannons to supervise the battle, these natives couldn't run, but if they dispersed here, the Spanish mercenaries who lacked cannon fodder were really a little bit unplayable, and Gu Moyi, who was looking at it with anger, was a few seconds, this old guy was very unqualified.

"Satan's woman, get out!"

"Everyone is civilized! As for it? ”

Listening to the translator's lame translation, Gu Moyi actually muttered aggrievedly, and then waved his hand easily: "Everyone, see you on the battlefield!"

…………

I really suspect that this group of nobles is an angel sent by God to help the Ming Dynasty, first of all, they planned to use the treasure ship as bait to catch the Ming pirates, and gave the Ming a chance to eat the empty Manila in vain, and then, these guys sold Fort San Philip, so that Huang Degong's soldiers could pocket this military fortress without blood, and let the escaped Spaniards divide the Spanish army.

As for this time, they were like Guan Yunchang, who took the general's mobile phone in the million-dollar army, and directly captured the local native chieftains for the Ming army.

Not only that, the Spanish army, which had suffered from gains and losses, did not dare to march, and invisibly, once again won precious eighteen hours for the Manila Ming army, so that when Gu Moyi saw them off, he was a little reluctant to let them go.

"Uncle, come and play often!"

Waving a flower handkerchief, she was reluctant to say goodbye, but unfortunately, a group of Westerners did not have any politeness, Celita turned around and left, the pair of long legs in breeches walked fast, eager to get as far away from this "Milady" as possible, Archbishop Ondolema also turned his head rudely, and shouted viciously: "Satanic woman, I curse you to go to hell!" ”

Seeing them running farther and farther, Gu Moyi rubbed his little nose in amazement: "It's Satan's woman again, is the old lady so like a married?" ”

With the return of the Viceroy Darrazin, who was missing one ear, and the "benevolent" Archbishop of the East Indies, Ondolma, the Spanish army on the North Road couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and Osde also opened a few bottles of Bordeaux red wine and held a small welcome reception, when a group of Spanish gentlemen had a drink, they didn't know that their brothers from the South Road were already in hell at this time.

As mentioned before, the Ming Dynasty experienced the biggest fiasco, and Salhu divided his troops, in this case, how could Huang Degong, who was born in the traditional Ming army, not remember this lesson?

Under the scorching sun of Southeast Asia, the sea breeze barely brought a little coolness, and the bananas on both sides of the simple and potholed Manila trade road were blowing, staring at the scorching sun, thousands of native soldiers under the supervision of the Spanish conquistadors, sweating like rain, walking on a pair of short dark legs, and moving forward tightly.

Riding on the back of a tall Arabian horse, Hernan, the governor of the Mariana of Spain, looked thirsty and held his binoculars high and kept looking into the distance.

In fact, the Spaniards did not want to divide their troops, but the situation did not allow it, you must know that Manila is located in the southeast of Luzon, geographically almost dividing the Philippine Islands into two, and with limited transportation capacity, it will take at least two or three months to transport the mixed army of more than 10,000 people under his command from Mindanao to the more developed northern Luzon.

The Ming pirates have shown no less ferocity than the British pirates, although the Ming Royal Navy has not fought each other, it can not be expected to be too bad, rather than risk being broken by the sea, it is better to move over step by step like such a frog jump, and for the Spanish Army, Hernan also has great confidence, you must know that before the Thirty Years War was defeated by the French Army, the Spanish Army was the strongest army in Europe, even if it was defeated after the shipment, how could it be the second in Europe, and it was not easy to catch a backward Eastern Empire.

Now Hernán is more concerned about when he can hurry to the place and take a good drink.

His binoculars didn't notice, and the eyes of death were already on them!

In the middle of the avenue, a white lime-smeared stone is placed in the middle of the road like a circle, even if they convert to Christianity, in the Philippine Islands, the wind of witchcraft is still extremely prevalent.

What they don't know is that for the Beiming artillery, these things have nothing to do with religion at all! In the dense forest, the scouts of the Ming army, who were also like mountain monkeys, waved the red flag violently, and the red shook one after another, and it reached the halfway slope of the mountain a few miles away, where the eighty Hongyi cannons had already been sharpened.

The commander of the artillery was second only to the commander of the first regiment who was also the deputy of the corps in the formation of the Northern Ming Army, and Huang Degong was very incomprehensible, but now, he looked at these artillery loaded with heavy shrapnel with an indulgent look.

The old Dongjiang artillery commander Lei Cannon was as rough as the northeast blizzard, and he raised his throat for a long time.

"The old barbarian came into range, lit the fire, and hit him with a bang! Fa Ye!"

This door cannon is definitely the master! Suddenly, the marching Spanish Southern Route Army felt an itch in their ears, and raised their heads in astonishment, dozens of meteors dragged their long tails, whistling and falling rapidly according to their heads, and before they could scream in dismay, these meteors suddenly exploded, and they split into hundreds of small meteors, with the blazing breath from hell, and smashed into the army.

There was a crackling sound, and it was like a charcoal fire jumping into the butter block.

"Ahh

Holding his thighs, a native soldier screamed miserably, but he was lucky, a man who came out of Barangai near him, all of them collapsed to the ground in bright red corpses, this artillery ambush, whether in the east or in the west, almost set a precedent, even the battle-hardened Spanish and Italian officers, have never faced this situation, the enemy's cannon is like an eye, just along the long road.

"Array! Defense! Push the cannon up!"

Holding the Spanish sword high, the veteran captain gave the most wrong order, in his roar, the elite colonial infantry, despite the heavy casualties, was still fearless and quickly pulled up the famous Spanish phalanx, the pikemen were facing forward, the arquebus was behind, and on both sides, the Prussian mercenary light infantry rushed to the mountains and forests on both sides, in a vain attempt to find the artillery positions of the Ming army.

In just over a minute, the second round of artillery bombardment was overwhelming and blazing, the dense formation, the damage was even greater than the formation that had just marched, and the thick Spanish plate armor was like paper paste in the face of artillery fire, and the pikemen who were huddled together really rushed to fall into a pool of blood.

With a pop, a Dutch hired gunner who was still pushing a cannon burst out of his head, and all his blood was sprinkled on the back of the sixteen-pounder eagle gun in front of him, and another cannonball hit the gun wheel, and the heavy gun carriage fell to the side of the road with a tooth-aching creak.

The natives were out of control, no one really wanted to be cannon fodder, the surviving Barangai ran behind him crying, and several captains and majors still wanted to form a team, but at this time, it was Hernan, a civilian official, who gave the right order with a crying voice.

"Retreat! Run! ”

The army was defeated, and thousands of whites and natives threw their heavy blades and ran back crying and fleeing from the shelled area, but how could the traps set by the hunters allow them to escape so easily? In the thick rainforest, the well-prepared "hounds" charged out with bloodthirsty roars.

These people are not the Ming dragoons, but only one meter tall, three or four, riding a donkey-like tall and short Japanese warrior cavalry, the Spaniards will use mercenaries, how can Mao Jue not, in the dense jungle of the South Island, the short Japanese cavalry can play a lot more space than the tall dragoons, five hundred ronin cavalry, is the only reinforcement Huang Degong has received in the past six months, but these are enough, in the cruel Japanese roar, the Westerners who were caught up by the "hounds" fell to the ground one after another like cutting wheat, the head of the person is rolling.

"It's boring!"

The terrible screams below actually made Huang Degong yawn heavily, rubbed his eyes, and he lit a cigar with a little anticipation just now.

"Let's go back and pick up the guests!"

"I hope these things in the north are a bit interesting, otherwise how would Ben be embarrassed to make this headline?"

(End of chapter)