Chapter 941: Fight

"Captain Gao, you lead the troops to make a detour from the north, Captain Li, you lead the troops to make a detour from the south. Read М" On the battlefield, the soldiers of both sides were fiercely exchanging fire. Pan Chang judged the situation on the battlefield and called two captains under his command.

Ordered them to lead 5,000 soldiers each to encircle the Portuguese from the flanks.

After receiving his order, the two captains immediately gathered the generals and soldiers and encircled the two wings of the front battlefield.

In order to deal with the attack of the Marines, the Portuguese pressed all the Portuguese soldiers on the front battlefield, and the two wings were defended by the indigenous army.

In comparison, the two wings naturally became the weakest place.

"Bang bang bang..."

Soon, in addition to the gunfire on the front battlefield, dense gunfire was heard on the two wings.

Because the indigenous army was only equipped with a small number of flintlock rifles, most of them were still holding swords.

The battlefields on both wings were basically covered by the gunfire of Qin-style rifles.

In order to break through the defense line of the indigenous army, the Marines, under the cover of their companions, flexibly shuttled between buildings and advanced forward.

The soldiers occupying the roof took advantage of their vision and constantly shot and killed the exposed indigenous soldiers.

The indigenous soldiers hiding in the buildings were often greeted by grenades thrown in by the Marines.

For a time, the entire battlefield on both wings was filled with smoke.

The Portuguese soldiers had not seen the tactics of the Marines yet, and how could the indigenous army in Luzon have seen them.

They served the Portuguese, mostly just to have a meal, and they were not loyal to the Portuguese.

As soon as they came into contact with the Marines, they suffered a lot of casualties, and the indigenous soldiers were immediately frightened.

Facing the advancement of the Marines, their front line was constantly compressed.

"Asshole!"

The offensive of the two wings of the Dasong army naturally did not escape Valenza's eyes.

But he could only watch the indigenous army shrink its front line in a rout.

Ferrero gave him too few Portuguese soldiers.

With the same number, they may not be the opponent of the Dasong army.

How can a mere 8,000 people deal with the Dasong army of more than 20,000 people?

Although the indigenous army is numerous, they are obviously more of a booster.

In a favorable battle, they can deal with some remaining enemies, but in an unfavorable battle, they are like stray dogs with their tails tucked between their legs.

He was thinking about how to reverse the situation when suddenly there was a burst of gunfire in front of him, accompanied by continuous explosions.

On a roof less than 50 meters away from him, a Portuguese soldier stood up to load bullets, but suddenly covered his chest, fell down, and rolled to the ground.

In the alley in front of the dead soldiers, Portuguese soldiers kept rushing out from the alley and trying to retreat.

But before they arrived, they were shot and killed on the street.

"Colonel, we can't hold on in front. The firepower of the Dasong army is too fierce. Their soldiers are as flexible as monkeys. They can shoot in any posture and even reload while running. This is crazy." A Portuguese officer retreated to Valenza in panic under the cover of the soldiers, with a horrified look in his eyes.

He admitted that the muzzle-loading rifle was very powerful and its accuracy was greatly improved.

Because of this, they were able to block the Dasong army on the front battlefield until now, instead of collapsing like the indigenous army.

However, the muskets that made them very satisfied once again looked inferior in front of the Dasong army.

In the shooting, many of his soldiers had to expose their bodies in order to reload, which led to many casualties.

Of course, there was another fatal point, that they reloaded too slowly.

This not only made their firepower seem insufficient, but sometimes the Dasong soldiers even used the time they were reloading to advance.

"We have to hold on even if we can't. Governor Ferrero is behind us. For the honor of the Portuguese and the honor of the Westerners, we have to fight to the end even if there is only one person left." Valenza shouted to the officer, "Glenn, lead your soldiers to hold the front line now."

"Yes, Colonel." Glenn opened his mouth, with a hard time.

Senior officers such as Ferrero and Valenza have been comfortable in Luzon for too long.

So much so that they haven't been to the battlefield for a long time.

He casually gave an order, but he didn't know how cruel the soldiers on the front line would face.

He came back at the risk of danger. He was not a coward, but he had a premonition that his soldiers would not be able to hold on.

The so-called honor could not convince the soldiers in the face of a desperate war.

But he had to obey orders.

Returning to the front line under the rain of bullets, Glenn saw the bodies of Portuguese soldiers all over the ground, and many wounded soldiers were howling.

The soldiers who could still fight were struggling to maintain the front line.

In order to prevent the Dasong soldiers from advancing, there were special soldiers responsible for investigating the situation on the streets.

Once the Dasong soldiers rushed forward, the soldiers hiding in the alleys rushed out of the alleys and fired.

"Captain, what did the colonel say?" Glenn came back, and a second lieutenant officer immediately asked.

"The colonel told us to hold on." Glenn said with difficulty.

The officer's eyes dimmed immediately. He and his soldiers had reached their limit.

They had never experienced such a cruel war.

In just one hour, more than two thousand soldiers had died.

No matter how they defended, the Dasong soldiers could always break through their front line.

Even if they suffered casualties, it did not weaken their will to attack.

In his opinion, the training and discipline of these Dasong soldiers even surpassed the British soldiers.

What’s more, they were using better muskets than theirs, and a kind of grenade similar to that thrown by grenadiers.

But the grenadiers used to throw grenades similar to shrapnel, which were obviously not as light as the grenades used by the other side.

“Boom boom boom…” As the two were talking, suddenly several balls of fire rose from the alley 30 meters away from them.

More than a dozen Portuguese soldiers fell down with screams.

Glenn and the officers changed color immediately. This was a signal that the Dasong army was going to advance again.

Other Portuguese soldiers also realized this.

The soldiers in the alley rushed to the alley to fill the positions of the dead and wounded soldiers.

Holding muskets, they rushed out of the alley.

Sure enough, on the front street, fifty or sixty Dasong soldiers were rushing towards their position.

Seeing the Portuguese soldiers aiming at them, these soldiers rolled forward on the spot, or rolled in other directions, or just lay on the ground, raised their muskets and shot at them.

The flexible movements of the Dasong soldiers made most of the Portuguese soldiers’ bullets miss.

Some Dasong soldiers were also hit and fell to the ground.

However, at this juncture, they suffered even greater casualties.

After the Dasong soldiers fired a wave of shots, they quickly replaced the bullets and immediately launched a second wave of shots.

Other Portuguese soldiers who rushed to the alley entrance were shot and killed by Dasong soldiers before they had time to shoot.

As the Dasong soldiers approached the alley entrance, some of them threw grenades deeper into the alley.

After a burst of explosions, the alley entrance was filled with the bodies of Portuguese soldiers.