The officer's roar and words instantly made the soldiers come back to the gods. The officer said nothing wrong. They knew the cruelty of the Spanish very well, not to mention that the enemies in front of them were not only the Spanish, but also the tens of thousands of natives who were eyeing them.

Once the defense line is lost, not only will they not survive, but even nearly 20,000 people in the manor will face massacre. These people are their families, their parents and brothers and sisters. Will they abandon their families in exchange for the possibility that they still cannot escape?

More importantly, the officer gave everyone a cardiotropic injection, yes! Our fleet has arrived, and everyone could hear the movements from the port yesterday. In addition, the Spanish suddenly appeared here again today, which means that the Spanish were indeed desperate and wanted to massacre the entire manor before reinforcements arrived to destroy the evidence.

These bastards are simply not human with such an idea! As long as they persist, they will last for another day or only take half a day, the reinforcements of the Ming Dynasty will definitely arrive, and then they will be completely safe. In the face of the powerful Ming Dynasty, how can the Spanish be the opponent? By that time, all hatred will be returned to the Spanish at a rate of ten or a hundred times.

Morality gradually returned to the body, the trembling body gradually calmed down, and the white face became rosy. Some soldiers who were intending to escape also gave up this unrealistic idea, and their eyes became firm.

"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live! Long live!"

Under the leadership of the officers, everyone roared, as if they wanted to vent all the humiliation and anger that the Chinese in Luzon had been in this roar, turning them into anger and burning towards the Spaniards opposite.

The roar resounded throughout the sky. When Bao Derong, who had been keeping his heart, breathed a sigh of relief. With such morale, he would be more confident of keeping more.

The Spanish side commanded the battle with Colonel Martinez, who was General Rivera's most trusted subordinate, and it was precisely this way that he was sent to carry out this mission.

When Colonel Martinez heard a shout after another coming from the manor's defense line, he frowned slightly. It seemed that the shelling effect was not ideal. Not only did it bring fear to the Chinese, but it made these Chinese more morale.

Look at the sky, it is already seven in the morning, and this year it is a sunny day. The sun has completely shined on the land, with a great view. You can clearly see the manor in the distance without a thousand-mile mirror.

Colonel Martinez knew that there was not much time left for him, and he had to take down the manor as soon as possible and then complete the task given to him by General Rivera. After all, there were 20,000 Chinese here, and it would take a long time for so many Chinese to massacre even if pigs and sheep were to be slaughtered.

Now, the fleet of the Ming Empire is at the port and has landed on the dock. Next, it will launch an attack on Manila. Faced with such a powerful opponent, Colonel Martinez cannot guarantee how long General Rivera can defend.

Just as he was thinking this way, a burst of thunderous sounds came from the port. Colonel Martinez was shocked. He couldn't help but look back and could vaguely see smoke and dust rising towards the dock in Manila City.

Needless to think, it must be that the Ming Empire began to attack. Colonel Martinez immediately turned around, then pulled out the sword from his waist, and then held the sword and waved it hard towards the direction of the manor.

As his sword tip stayed in the air and pointed to the manor, the rhythmic music began to sound. It was the phalanx musician who began to play. As the music sounded, the flag bearer in front of the phalanx raised the military flag and the Spanish Empire flag and stepped forward. The arranged square formations of three columns were guided by the flag bearer, and led to the battlefield by their respective captains.

"Finally come..." Bao Derong, who had been watching, said to himself, staring at the enemy opposite him.

The Spanish square array advanced towards the manor at an unusually accurate pace in the rhythm of music. They quickly walked hundreds of meters, getting closer and closer, and then walked to the muddy area before.

However, the muddy land now has lost its previous function. Due to the wars over the past few days, the natives destroyed the muddy land in various ways. In addition, the last battle with the natives and the sun shining the day before yesterday has completely lost its effect on the last few dozen meters of muddy land.

When the Spaniards finally entered a distance of 150 meters, they began to prepare before shooting, and at this time Bao Derong did not hesitate and ordered the attack to begin.

The first attack was the Folang machine cannons and bows. The Folang machine cannons on the manor began to roar and the archers also began to shoot. However, because the Spanish cannons did not stop, this had a certain impact on the attack. Although the Spanish phalanx caused casualties under the shooting of Folang machine cannons and bows, the Spanish did not stop at all. They were not the natives, so they continued to move forward and then began to raise the musket in their hands at a command.

"shooting……!"

A burst of white smoke rose from the Spaniards, covering almost the entire area. As the gunfire sounded, there were bursts of screams on the manor position. More than a dozen archers were hit by bullets on the spot and rolled to the ground screaming. Many people died on the spot, while the injured were wailing in pain.

Even one of the gunners who operated the Folang machine cannon was killed by muskets. At this time, the Spaniards did not stop. The one-row shooting was completed, and only two or three seconds later, the second shooting arrived. The gunshots sounded and there were waves of screams.

"Military gunman! Free shooting!" Bao Derong was sweating all over his head, and he hurriedly ordered the musitary gunman on his side to fight back.

With the sound of the musket, many people fell down from the Spaniards, but compared with the manor, Spain was far beyond the elite of weapons and equipment and soldiers. The Spaniards did not give in at all, and kept moving forward step by step, but kept attacking rhythmically. As the Spaniards avoided twenty meters away, the manor had suffered heavy casualties under several rounds of volleys.

Bao Derong clenched his teeth, holding a short musket in his hand, and watched the Spaniard step by step forward, and the continuous shooting was like a rain of bullets, which made him unable to even lift his head.

The archers no longer dared to stick out and could only shoot, even so they lost most of the effective threats. As for the Flor cannon, although they were still fighting back, they had to face Spanish muskets every time they fired, causing the gunners to fall one by one.

The same is true for those musketeers. Originally, Bao Derong had not many musketeers, and even fewer remained after several strikes. In addition, the gap between the musketeers loading could not form the same continuous blow as the opponent, and he lost the power of direct resistance.

"This is the gap? Can't I even hold it for a while?" Bao Derong felt sad. He originally thought that no matter what, he would have to hold on for a while. At least it would be fine if he stayed for a long time.
Chapter completed!