The Ming Dynasty has just been exiled and the Luzon system has awakened.

"God, you beasts, I'll fight you!"

A white man watched his wife being dragged away by the hair by an indigenous thug. He was so angry that he took a stool and smashed it on the thug's head.

"Snapped!"

"what!"

The solid wooden stool shattered, and the head of the thug who was dragging the white woman was smashed open.

The thug let out a scream and then fell to the ground. A mixture of red and white material poured out from the half-broken head. His hands and feet were twitching continuously, and he was dead before his eyes.

"Huck!"

"This ghost guy killed Huck!"

Several thugs who were accompanying him were furious when they saw their companions being killed. They rushed forward and chopped the white man into several pieces with machetes. The angry thugs turned their target to the white woman.

"Please don't kill me, you can do anything you want me to do!"

The fierce looks of several thugs frightened the white woman to tears, and she knelt on the ground and kept pleading.

Several thugs looked at each other, smiled evilly, and then unbuckled their belts.

"Da da da……"

"Clap clap clap..."

However, the sudden burst of gunfire not far away caused their movements to freeze.

"Weren't the Spaniards defeated by them? Where did such dense gunfire come from?"

They stopped and looked suspiciously toward the street where the gunshots came from.

I saw countless tribesmen running from the direction where the gunfire sounded.

In other words, it is more accurate to use the word escape.

Because the faces of these fleeing natives were full of panic, some even left many of the things they had just grabbed on the roadside in order to run faster.

"Hey, Armor, what's going on over there? Why are you running away?"

A native shouted when he saw a familiar figure among the fleeing crowd.

"Haha, it's not good, run away for your life, the Chinese are coming! Many people have been killed by them."

The native called Amor replied and continued to join the army of escapees, leaving only these few natives standing on the street in a daze.

"Chinese, weren't they killed by the Spaniards?"

While these natives were still confused, rows of red figures appeared on the streets in the distance.

"That's it? Chinese! Run."

The few natives who reacted turned and ran away without hesitation.

They are not fools. There are so many tribesmen who are no match for these Chinese. A few of them will just die if they stay here.

It's a pity that they delayed the best time to escape. Before these natives could take a few steps, hot bullets flew from behind.

"Puff puff……"

The bullets flying at high speed easily penetrated their bodies. Under the influence of inertia, these natives ran a few steps before falling to the ground.

"Your Highness has an order. Anyone who holds a weapon in the hands of the natives will be killed! Anyone who wears fine clothes will be killed! Anyone who carries a package will be killed! Anyone who dares to resist, young or old, will be killed."

Li Zhenhua gave Zhu Heyi's orders to the surrounding soldiers with a stern expression.

Today, there are more than 10,000 indigenous people in Manila. It is unrealistic to kill them all. Moreover, Zhu Heyu also needs to keep some people as free labor in the future, so Zhu Heyu ordered this four-kill plan that he considered to be quite cruel. make.

But in Li Zhenhua's eyes, His Highness is still too kind. If it were him, I'm afraid he would have to follow the Mongolian method and kill all men who are taller than a wheel!

Under Li Zhenhua's order, more than 3000 officers and soldiers of the Shenji Battalion began to advance steadily.

……

At this time, at the Manila Bay port, several small and medium-sized warships were slowly leaving their berths. They were the Spanish Royal Navy fleet stationed in Manila. They consisted of two medium-sized Gallen sailing ships and three small covered wheel sailing ships.

On the flagship Handsome Lady, Fleet Commander Commodore Martin Gregory looked grimly at the billowing smoke igniting in the city.

"Your Excellency, Commander, all warships have left their berths. Do we really want to bombard the city of Manila?"

a naval officer asked uncertainly.

Martin Gregory nodded.

"Mr. Simmons, the situation in the city is completely out of control. The army trash that was put together by the Governor's Palace of New Spain is almost all dead now. Now only the violent natives and those terrible Chinese are left in Manila."

Martin Gregory knew about this action to incite indigenous rebellion.But he didn't expect that the incident would eventually develop into what it is now.

The indigenous rebellion, and the Chinese army that suddenly appeared!Everything exceeded initial expectations.Now he ordered the fleet to leave the berth to prevent the natives or Chinese in the city from seizing the warships.

As for the bombardment of Manila City, it was a helpless move.

The more than 2000 army troops in the city have been defeated. It is impossible for him to order the sailors to enter the city to fight. There are only a thousand of his men in total. If he sends them off the ship to fight, it is tantamount to asking them to die.

Therefore, they could only choose to bombard the city of Manila, as long as they did not fire on the wealthy areas.

However, he was not sure how effective shelling Manila would be, but his main purpose was to have a deterrent effect. He wanted to let the thugs and Chinese in the city know that the "powerful" Spanish Royal Navy could recapture it from the sea at any time. Manila City.

"Adjust the hulls of each ship, let the boys get into their positions, and let those damn natives and Chinese see the power of our Spanish Royal Navy!" Martin Gregory raised his arms and shouted.

"Woo~"

"what sound?"

"boom!"

After a sharp whistle, a ball of fire exploded on the deck of the Handsome Lady. Along with countless cracked wooden fragments, a large number of Spanish sailors were swept to the ground.

"Ah! My eyes, I'm blind, I can't see anything!"

"Help me, I don't want to die!"

"Help me, my arm was blown off."

On the deck after the explosion, a large number of wounded soldiers wailed miserably.

"What happened? Was it a gunpowder explosion?"

On the upper deck of the ship, Martin Gregory looked at the Antarctic deck with a sad expression.After all, one moment he was talking about showing off his abilities to the Chinese and indigenous people, and the next moment he exploded first. How could he be happy about this?

At this moment, he did not realize that the explosion just now was not caused by the gunpowder on the ship, and that the explosive power of black gunpowder would have to be quite large to cause such an effect.

"Clean up and carry the wounded down."

He looked at the wounded on the ground, waved his hand and ordered.

At this moment, the strange scream sounded again, and this time there was more than one!

As if he suddenly thought of something, Martin Gregory's expression suddenly changed.

"Bombardment!"

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