The Ming army's artillery seemed to never stop, and one cannon after another kept blasting towards the top of Manila, causing scars and damage to the top of Manila.

As an opponent, Zhang Fei had to admit the strength of the Manila walls, and was also glad that he had not been in a hurry to achieve success from the beginning and sent soldiers to fight the city.

Faced with such a strong city, if soldiers were sent directly to fight head-on, the casualties would inevitably be unbearable, and it might even affect the continued operation of the entire battle. But now, the Ming army was raising energy, while the Spaniards were facing a blow, which was the result he needed to see.

"General, the artillery said that the shooting was too frequent and the attack needed to be temporarily suspended." The adjutant rushed to Zhang Fei and said.

Zhang Fei nodded slightly. Since the attack started, high-intensity artillery has been on fire for nearly half an hour. Although the Ming army's cannons are well-made, long-term high-intensity firing will still affect the state of the cannons. Many cannons may not be able to withstand it if they continue.

"Tell the artillery to keep the cannons suppressed in turn, and the cover fire can be temporarily suspended." Zhang Fei issued an order directly, and the adjutant responded and ran away quickly. After a while, the artillery fire on the Ming army significantly eased. Except for a few cannons that still had one shot and no one shot to suppress the city head, the other cannons temporarily stopped firing. The artillery seized the time to clean and inspect the cannons to prepare for the subsequent attack.

The sound of artillery gradually slowed down. Rivera, who had been suppressed by the Ming army's artillery fire, finally relaxed some of his nerves. It seemed that the high-intensity comprehensive coverage shooting had endured. Although the Ming army was still suppressing it in turn, the intensity of the artillery attacks it had just endured has become much better than the ones it had just endured.

Taking this opportunity, Rivera asked someone to count the losses, and at the same time ordered several parts of the seriously damaged city walls that were bombarded to prepare for another defense in advance.

Soon, when the loss was reported to Rivera, when he learned that only the shelling hit him, the casualties on his side were as high as 300, and nearly 20 people were missing (the bones were not left), Rivera was stunned for a moment and had not spoken for a long time.

That’s right, Rivera has nearly 10,000 people under his command, and nearly 7,000 people are directly here. In terms of this number, more than 300 casualties are less than half a century.

But in fact, the number of casualties is not small. You should know that the two sides did not engage in a substantial real battle. They were just suppressed by the Ming army's cannon.

If the casualties continue, the casualties will become increasingly serious, and as the casualties continue, the morale of one's own side will naturally not be guaranteed. When it reaches a certain level, if the enemy does not need to attack Manila, the troops under his command may collapse.

But even so, Rivera had to grit his teeth and persevere. He had to wait for the troubles on the manor to resolve in order to end the war with a decent amount.

"Two days, two days should be enough." Rivera exclaimed to himself. He originally planned to hold on for three days before the war started, but the facts told him that he might not be able to hold on for three days, but no matter how much he persisted for two days, it would be fine.

As long as he survives two days, even if he orders to surrender, he can at least give himself and El Salvador an explanation.

Just as he was thinking this way, a military officer suddenly rushed over with a panic and ran to Rivera and said hurriedly.

"What did you say? How is this possible!" Rivera's eyes suddenly widened, with an incredible expression on her face.

"God of General, this is true." The officer gasped and sweated heavily, "Col. Martinez was defeated. Less than five hundred people escaped from a whole regiment. Now he has just entered the city from the east gate..."

"Nonsense!" Rivera looked like he was about to swallow the other party. How could Colonel Martinez fail? He was in charge of a regiment of troops! And whether it was Colonel Martinez himself or his regiment, they were the most elite troops in Manila.

Colonel Martinez is responsible for the heavy responsibility of destroying the manor. In Rivera's view, the Chinese armed forces on the manor are just a group of mobs. His group should be able to easily eliminate the other party. How could it fail?

But when the officer who reported the news was swearing, Rivera couldn't understand why this happened. At this time, he could not hold back. He immediately rushed towards the east of the city.

But for a long time, Rivera met Colonel Martinez who had just escaped in the east of the city. He was now in a mess, and the hat on his head was thrown away. The originally mighty military uniform has now become wrinkled, especially his expression, with a look of panic, frustration and uneasiness, which was no different from a defeated rooster.

"General!" Seeing the calm face of Rivera walking towards him quickly, Colonel Martinez quickly stood up.

"Col. I need an explanation!" Rivera spoke with anger.

Colonel Martinez replied dejectedly: "I'm sorry, General, I have let you down..."

"Col. I need an explanation!" Rivera's voice rose three points, and anger erupted in her eyes.

"General, our attack was very smooth at the beginning. It was about to completely solve the Chinese armed forces on the manor. But at that time, the troops of the Ming Empire appeared on my right wing. Their firepower was strong, and the range and accuracy of the muskets were more powerful than our muskets. At that time, my soldiers were facing the final counterattack of the Chinese armed forces, and all their attention was focused on the front. When the attack of the Ming Empire unfolded, the formation suddenly collapsed, and then..."

Then Colonel Martinez couldn't continue to say anything. He covered his face, not knowing whether it was tears or sweat, or both, with a very painful expression.

"The army of the Ming Empire? This... how is this possible?" Rivera suddenly felt like he was hit hard. He thought of everything before coming, but he did not expect that Colonel Martinez's troops would be attacked by the Ming Empire's troops. You know, weren't the landing troops of the Ming Empire in the southwest? They were setting up cannons to bombard the city of Manila. How could they run to the east of the city in a blink of an eye?

Unless the Ming Empire's army could fly, it would be impossible to explain this problem at all. Rivera wanted to accuse Colonel Martinez of being speechless, but the officers and soldiers who fled back later confirmed the situation in unison. It was indeed that the Ming Empire's army suddenly appeared when they were almost sure of victory, resulting in a failure.
Chapter completed!