The bright light from the gas lamp searchlight pierced the eyes of the defenders, making it impossible for them to open their eyes at all. The officers and men of the Daming Marine Corps who pressed up behind were shot in a row, and the defenders fell to the head of the city one after another.

"Kill!" The native soldiers of Banshilan shouted, climbed the improvised ladder, and climbed to the top of the city.

On the top of the castle, the Spanish hand-to-hand fighters who had been waiting for a long time lined up with halberds and long-handled axes, blocking the way of the native soldiers. Although the Banshiran native soldiers were also equipped with armor, there was no generation difference in weapons compared with the Spanish hand-to-hand combat soldiers, who were also cold weapons, but the Spanish Army was the most elite unit of this era after all.

"Get out of the way!" A loud roar rang out from behind.

Hearing the shouts, the native soldiers made way for both sides to open a passage, revealing the sword soldiers of the Ming Marine Corps who climbed up to the top of the city behind. Like the swordsmen of the Ming Army's Marine Division, the swordsmen of the Marine Corps were armed with a machete and a revolver, and each had four grenades hanging from their waists. The marines who attacked Manila had a total of 500 swordsmen.

At present, Wang Yu still has not canceled the establishment of sword soldiers, and the knife soldiers equipped with pistols and grenades can play a great role in hand-to-hand combat, and their combat effectiveness far exceeds that of riflemen equipped with bayonets. Riflemen are used in positional and field battles, sword soldiers are used in storming fortifications and night battles, and there are still many castles to be attacked in the future, and sword soldiers are still useful. In particular, the birth of trench warfare, a firearmed, hand-to-hand combat unit played a greater role in trench warfare than riflemen.

"Cast!" With a loud roar, the firearms knifemen pulled out their grenades and threw them into the Spanish phalanx.

A violent explosion sounded in the crowd of Spaniards, and the neat formation of large axes and halberds was immediately blown to pieces, and the formation became much more dispersed. But the despicable and shameless Ming army did not draw their knives and rushed forward, but first pulled out the six-sub revolver, aimed at the Spaniards and pulled the trigger one after another, so that the Spaniards who were not blown up sprayed blood mist one after another.

Although the Spaniard was wearing heavy armor, the heavy armor could not block the shock wave and shrapnel of the grenade, and at close range, it could not block the bullets of the rifled pistol. The vital parts of the armor are relatively thick, which can block the revolver bullets, but their faces, limbs and the junction of the armor are all weak positions, and they are hit by pistol bullets, and they do not die for a while, but they basically lose their combat effectiveness. The Spaniards who had been shot fell in pools of blood one after another, and became seriously wounded at the mercy of others.

After firing the pistol bullets, the Ming swordsman drew his broadsword and smashed into the crowd of Spaniards.

First was blown up by a grenade for a while, and then strafed by a revolver, even the Spaniards with strong combat strength could not resist, the formation was already chaotic, and the Spaniards who fought alone met the Ming army in groups of three, and were cut down one after another. The Spaniards, who were not dead, saw that the situation was not good, and either turned around and fled, or knelt on the ground and surrendered.

After the Ming army opened a breach, the remaining Spaniards in the city had completely lost their fighting spirit. In the three attack positions, improvised ladders were erected, and the natives who opened the way climbed up to the top of the city, followed closely by the marines with rifles on their backs. The native soldiers climbed up to the top of the city, and the Spaniards, black soldiers, and natives began to run. The Ming marines climbed up to the top of the city, took their rifles from their backs, inserted their bayonets, and began to pursue the defeated enemy troops.

The gates of the Manila Castle were wide open, and the Ming Marines poured into the castle with an earth-shattering shout.

The Spanish governor, with more than 100 remaining cronies, hid in the central fortress and tried to resist to the end. The priests and priests in the city had already hoisted white flags in the church to surrender, and Spanish merchants, family members, and sailors had gathered in the church to wait for the Ming army to accept their surrender.

Wang Yu led his own soldiers into the city, came to the church, and accepted the surrender of the Spaniards. When the pro-army team entered the city, several gunshots and explosions were heard from time to time in the central castle, which was the Ming army cleaning up the remnants of the enemy.

The priest stepped forward with a group of priests and civilians in the city bowing his head. The priest walked up to Wang Yu, his waist was almost bent at ninety degrees, and he presented his cane with both hands: "On behalf of Father Manila, I will lead the whole city of soldiers and civilians to surrender to the Ming Kingdom." ”

Wang Yu took the cane, grabbed the handle of the cane and pulled it, and a sharp sword was pulled out of the cane. He took the sword and played with it in his hand a few times, and the priest was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, only worried that Wang Yu would stab his heart with a sword in the next moment. Fortunately, Wang Yu played with it for a while, and then put the sword back into his cane.

"Your Governor is still resisting?" Wang Yu asked coldly.

"He was reluctant to surrender because he knew that if he surrendered, he would also go to the gallows if he returned to Spain." The priest wiped his sweat and replied tremblingly.

Wang Yu laughed and pointed to the cross in the church: "Yes, if he doesn't surrender, he won't be hanged, but after we catch him, we will definitely crucify him!" ”

The sound of gunfire and explosions in the castle became more and more sparse, and the Ming troops who attacked the castle continued to kill the remaining Spanish soldiers. In close combat in the narrow staircase, the riflemen of the Ming army followed behind as snipers, shooting from a distance. The swordsman with the broadsword on his back drew his pistol and charged in front of him, constantly destroying the remnants of the enemy with grenades. One by one, the Governor of Manila fell to his side, and finally he retreated to his office at the top of the castle with the remaining dozen or so.

The Ming army went up the staircase, and on the spiral staircase, the corpses of the Spaniards lay horizontally. The Ming army finally attacked the gate of the office and saw that the iron door was closed. This was the last line of defense of the Spaniards, and the governor hid inside with more than a dozen men, shooting outside from time to time.

"Explode!" A Marine Corps officer yelled.

Two soldiers came to the bottom of the large iron gate with the explosives bag, placed the explosives bag on the ground, connected the fuse and exited. A soldier lights the fuse. After a while, only a loud "boom" was heard, and the iron door of the office collapsed, and the spacious and magnificent Spanish governor's office inside appeared in the eyes of the Ming soldiers.

Several of the last recalcitrant Spanish soldiers were knocked down by a volley of indiscriminate guns, leaving only the Spanish governor alone.

The Spanish governor finally raised his hands and raised his sword high above his head: "I surrender!" ”

Two Ming soldiers stepped forward, confiscated the Spanish governor's sword, tied him up and took him down the castle. Soon after, the Spanish governor, who was tied up like a rice dumpling, was brought to Wang Yu.

"It's not too late to surrender now?" Wang Yu sneered and pointed to the cross, "That's where you belong!" Come on! Crucify this Spanish governor! ”

"No!" The Spanish Governor cried out in despair, "You can't kill me!" Kill me, and the mighty Spanish fleet will take revenge! ”