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

"Look, there are Ming troops ahead!"

There were exclamations from the crowd, and everyone looked forward in the direction pointed by the man.

I saw a post standing next to a gray-white road, and in front of the post, several Ming soldiers in red military uniforms were looking at them with muskets in their hands.

Looking at the red figures in front of him, Kleist felt that the Ming army was so kind and lovely for the first time, even though just yesterday he was still spitting sweet things to Ming.

"Quick! Let's get there quickly. The Ming army is well-equipped and won't kill people randomly. They can save us!"

The sudden appearance of the Ming army in front of them has become the last life-saving straw for this group of people. With this cry, the refugees began to run towards the Ming army post with heavy steps, not caring about the sparse number of the Ming army.

"Squad leader, those refugees are coming!" the soldiers of the Ming Army shouted.

"I know!"

Ignoring the refugees who escaped, the squad leader of the Ming Army showed his newly issued watch and looked at the time, then looked at the densely packed natives in the distance.

There are still 20 minutes left, can they stop it?

At this time, the natives also discovered the Ming Army outpost beside the highway, and they couldn't help but stop one after another.

"Hama, it's the Ming army! What should we do?" A native said, pointing to several red figures in the distance.

Hama looked at the Ming army soldiers in the distance with a gloomy expression. He had followed Nimu and escaped from Manila. He knew the terrifying power of the Ming army. Now that he had encountered the Ming army again, he was inevitably disappointed. He recalled the terrible experience of that day.

"Don't attack yet. Send some people to explore the surroundings to see if there are any other Ming troops."

Although he only saw a few Ming army soldiers for the time being, Hama still did not dare to act rashly. The Ming army was cunning. Who knows if there would be other troops hiding in the dark, waiting for them to attack and then suddenly pop up to give them a fatal blow? To attack, he planned to find out the actual strength of the Ming army before making any plans.

However, this move by the natives made the squad leader of the Ming army who had been observing them relax.

There are only a few of them in total, so naturally they are not afraid of the natives to inquire about their strength. What he lacks now is time. The later the natives attack, the better it will be for them.

While the natives were exploring the strength of the Ming army, the refugees who had been running all night had also arrived at the outpost.

The refugees were temporarily out of trouble, but many of them collapsed on the road with their legs weak, gasping for air.

The squad leader of the Ming army immediately found a civilian who knew Spanish among the Chinese and called Kleist and another Spanish officer together.

"I am Jia Jing, squad leader of the 1th Company and 6th Squadron of the 5st Division of the 20st Group Army of the Ming Dynasty. The current situation is critical. To make a long story short, I have sent people to ask for help. We need to hold off the natives for [-] minutes before the reinforcements arrive, but I don't have enough manpower. , so I need you to join us in resisting the indigenous people."

Jia Jing didn't have time to talk nonsense with the two people in front of him, and directly explained the current situation.

Kleist and the Spanish officer looked at each other and nodded. After confirming that there was only one class of soldiers in the Ming army, they also knew that just such a small number of people could not stop the natives.

However, the good news is that Ming army reinforcements will arrive in 20 minutes. They only need to hold off the thugs for 20 minutes to be saved.

"Your Excellency, my soldiers and I will do our best to resist the mob!" the Spanish officer responded.

Because the terrain in this area is relatively flat, there are not many places to hide people. After almost 10 minutes, Hama received the news that the Ming army had no hidden troops.

"So, the Ming army only has these few people in front of you!"

At this moment, Hama's eyes changed. He looked at the outpost in the distance, and the viciousness in his eyes was almost real.

"Warriors! The time for revenge has come! There are only these few people in the Ming army. Rush up, chop off each of their heads, chop every bone of them, kill!"

Hama's beast-like roar reached the ears of every thug.

The next moment, the thugs emerged like zombies and swarmed towards the Ming army.

"coming!"

Jia Jing's eyes narrowed: "Fire freely!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Mini rifles have a long range. The next moment the natives launched a charge, nine Ming soldiers pulled the trigger.

The high-speed rotating cone-shaped bullets came out of the barrel. Among the charging indigenous people in the distance, a dozen unlucky guys groaned and were knocked to the ground by the bullets.

However, for an indigenous team with more than 600 people, the casualties of more than a dozen people were simply negligible.

The natives did not pause at all. They passed over their fallen companions and continued to rush towards the outpost.

The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty also continued to load and shoot without any pause.

This ordinary attack was normal in the eyes of the Ming army, but it was extremely abnormal for the Spaniards who were temporarily on the same front next to them.

Although they had long heard that the muskets equipped by the Ming army were powerful and had a long range, it was only after seeing the real thing that they realized how big the difference between the guys in their hands and the muskets of the Ming army was.

Many Spanish soldiers even began to feel grateful that they were now on the same front as the Ming army. Although after this battle, they would most likely be controlled by the Ming army as prisoners of war, this way they would not have to fight the Ming army again.

The nine Ming officers and soldiers opened fire one after another, and the natives fell one after another in the spring breeze.

When the natives rushed more than a hundred meters in front of the post, their casualties had reached hundreds. At this time, they also entered the range of the Spanish muskets.

"Fire!" the Spanish officer ordered, and sheets of white smoke spewed out. The charging natives fell over amidst the wails.

Compared with only 9 Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers, the volley of more than [-] Spanish soldiers was even more powerful.

However, the rate of fire of the Spanish muskets was too slow. From a distance of more than [-] meters, they only fired two rounds of volleys, and the natives were already close at hand.

At a distance of 40 meters, the Mingxi coalition forces could clearly see the ferocious faces of the indigenous people.

Now the Spaniards panicked, and some Spanish soldiers even dropped their weapons, turned around and ran away.

Jia Jing had no time to take care of the Spanish army that was having problems. Looking at the natives who were getting closer, he ordered in a deep voice.

"Grenade!" Then he picked up the grenade that had been prepared on the sandbag in front of him, pulled out the ring, and threw it out with all his strength.The remaining soldiers also struggled to throw grenades in their hands towards the rushing indigenous crowd.

"What is this? A hammer?"

A native picked up the grenade that rolled down at his feet. He had never seen a grenade before and looked curiously at the smoking hammer.

However, the next moment, his eyes were shrouded in red light.

"boom!"