The next morning, Governor Sander and his senior officers returned to the tower last night, enjoying breakfast in the gentle morning breeze while overlooking the two armies facing each other by the Bashi River.

In fact, Spanish people usually sleep until noon before getting up and eat breakfast and lunch together. But the hot weather in Luzon has changed their daily routine.

Because it is only comfortable in the morning. After a while, the sun rises, making the sea surface shine brightly, and the wet ground heat rises, and the whole Manila will become a steamer. By then, not only will it be delicious if you eat anything, your head will be so hot that it will be drowsy until dusk.

So they had to develop the habit of getting up early.

Governor Sand sat in the best-looking seat, drinking yogurt with tamarind, looking at both sides who had already set up their formation with great enthusiasm, and laughed at everyone, "This reminds me of the bullfighting performance of my motherland."

"It's also like running to the bull festival." The officers chewed the buttered toast with bacon, and watched the grand performance, and each one had a great appetite.

"Gentlemen begin!" The crisp gunshots rang out, and Governor Sand laughed and said, "We might as well take a gamble and see which side will win today?"

Naturally, the officers defeated Bangbanya, but Lieutenant Colonel Juan said: "I guess it's hard to decide the outcome today."

"Can those cowardly Ming people still withstand our fierce little black friends?" Colonel Salsido said a little unhappy.

"Yes, the Ming people are the best craftsmen, and the merchants are true, but they lack courage and cannot be soldiers." Colonel Goyt also argued with Lieutenant Colonel Juan and said, "So I bet a hundred pesos, so my black friend can attack the stream before sunset!"

"I and 100 pesos." Of course, Salsido had to support his subordinates even more.

"Okay, I've bet!" Lieutenant Colonel Juan said lightly.

It's still the east bank of the stream.

Teams of naked Pampangya people rushed to the river with a scream, carrying bamboo rafts made overnight.

They threw the raft into the river and tried their best to use bamboo poles to slash the opposite stream.

The east bank is not the main river, and the narrowest place is less than twenty meters wide. Kenwan still chooses to attack here.

A row of three or four meters high fences are erected along the river on the island. They were built by overseas Chinese for safety. Last night, under the command of Ximen Qing, they temporarily reinforced them with wood to support the fence from the inside, and added a circle of shooting platforms with door panels, bamboo ladders and hemp ropes.

The young and strong men who were selected and re-formed, under the leadership of the Marines, stood on the shooting platform in the fence with javelins in their hands.

Although many people had already fought with Pampangya last night, it was dark and they could not see the enemy at all. Now it was clear that dozens of rafts were covered with naked black men. Some of them were holding vine shields, some holding javelins, and some drawing bamboo poles. The division of labor was very clear, and they were obviously a tribe that was used to fighting.

Looking at the people with sharp eyes and ferocious expressions, many young Chinese people turned pale and their calves were swelling. Before the sun came out, they began to sweat.

"Don't be nervous, we are condescending and have a fence to cover, which has all the advantages!" The Marines decompressed the young people while aiming at the men who were waving machetes.

These people don’t even have to wear clothes, so those who can have machetes are definitely not ordinary people. And the distance is so far, why do you want to wield machetes? You can only give orders to your subordinates.

The river was very narrow, and the enemy quickly entered the range. The Marines pulled the trigger one after another. After one round of shooting, they killed half of the leader on the raft.

Seeing this, the young people were very motivated and threw the javelin in their hands.

All muskets and ammunition were hit and were for use by the Marines. So they could only rely on this thing to defend against the enemy.

This decision is very correct. Although training musketeers is much simpler than training archers, in the era of bore guns, there are still too many steps for musketeers. In the cruel battlefield environment, even trained recruits will make mistakes in a hurry.

It is better to throw the javelin, and it can be thrown with the strength of your arms. It is simple and easy to get started. Humans rely on it to defeat mammoths!

At such a close distance and condescending, the overseas Chinese youth successfully launched a javelin like rain!

The number of vine shields is limited and the scope of protection is limited. Many people were javelins and screamed and fell into the water.

Under the joint attack of javelin and musket, half of the bamboo rafts were destroyed before they could dock...

Although the other half of the bamboo raft suffered a considerable loss, it was at least approaching the shore. The Pampangya immediately jumped off the raft, rushed to the wooden fence, and climbed up with flexibly.

The young and strong man on the top hurriedly stabbed the javelin down to stop them from coming up. Some overseas Chinese were also grabbed by the fierce foreigners and pulled them down from the wall...

"Don't use javelins to fight melee!" The Marines roared in anger: "Drop the stones and pour hot oil!"

Young people who were awakened by dreams quickly dropped the javelin in their hands, carried the stones under their feet and smashed them down!

Behind them were bamboo ladders, densely packed with compatriots attached to them, and sent stones and boiling water and boiling oil contained in bamboo tubes to the shooting platform. This is the guarantee of the long-lasting combat effectiveness!

The stone fell like raindrops, causing blood to flow from the head.

Boiling water and boiling oil poured down. With the sound of stinging, large pieces of white and red appeared on the black skin of the man...

The people who were climbing the fence screamed and fell to the ground one after another.

The prisoner who was waving a machete to chop down the fence was also scalded and ran away with his head. Many people jumped into the river in pain, and they didn't know how many people drowned...

As a result, the battle was at dusk, and the Pampangya had no choice but to do anything about this crumbling wooden fence.

Of course, they took four or five hours of lunch break... It would be impossible not to have lunch break, because the sun was too poisonous during that period. Not to mention fighting, even if they stood under the sun for a while, they would have heat stroke.

But even if we only fought two battles, the Pampangya still lost more than a thousand people...

Seeing that his subordinates were exhausted, Ken Wan, who was watching the battle on the other side, had no choice but to order the troops to withdraw.

The overseas Chinese on the fence were also exhausted, but cheered excitedly for today's victory!

Fu, who was asked by the Marines to command properly, only a few dozen people were lost, and then two hundred people were injured. Many of them were busy, falling off the shooting platform, or shooting themselves in the foot.

Not many people were actually injured by the aristocratic people, and less than half of them were seriously injured...

This loss is only a drop in the bucket for the overseas Chinese who have more than 15,000 young and middle-aged people, and can be fully afforded!

Now, they are full of confidence that they can hold on for ten days!

Chen Yongquan also ran to Paul Tang and Ximen Qing and said shyly: "We blamed you wrongly! You are real heroes!"

"Where is this? There are nine days left, and the hero is the one who can hold on." Tang Paul took out a piece of orange candy from his pocket and handed it to Chen Yongquan and said, "Come on, eat a piece of candy to replenish your energy."

"Oh." Chen Yongquan ate it this time, I fuck it, it's so sweet!

He excitedly said to Ximen Qing, who was cleaning the gun chamber: "When the foreigners are driven away, we can drive away the red-haired ghost in one go!"

"Why don't you go to heaven?" Ximen Qingbai said with a glance: "I hope you can still think so in two days."

"Ah..." Chen Yongquan scratched his head and said, "Am I blindly optimistic?"

"Very blind." Paul Tang smiled and said, "The real enemy has not yet appeared."

"You mean..." Chen Yongquan was not stupid. Hearing this, he turned to the stone castle located in a corner of the royal city. "Is the foreign people really instructed?"

"Or what?" Tang Paul smiled and said, "I've been fighting here for a whole day, but there is no movement there. Do you think they are from the same group?"

Chen Yongquan's face turned pale and he completely calmed down.

The Chinese are used to accepting it, but in fact they have already recognized that the Spaniards are the masters here. So even though Chen Yongquan, a passionate young man who hated the Spaniards, was still inexplicably afraid when he heard that the rulers wanted to do them.

This Pangbanya is a completely different concept.

"They should... won't interfere, right?" Chen Yongquan shivered and said, "Hasn't the Nanhai Group warned them?"

"Before the other party gets a painful lesson, any warning will be of little effect." Paul Tang said lightly: "Remember, the truth is only within the range of the cannon. You can only use language that the robbers can understand when dealing with robbers."

"I understand..." Chen Yongquan nodded in a slight understanding, but in fact he still didn't quite understand.

Up the castle tower.

Lieutenant Colonel Juan happily accepted two hundred pesos. A total of two hundred silver coins, and he really made a fortune!

The two colonels naturally lost their faces...

Although Governor Sand did not place bets due to his identity, he actually believed that Pampangya would win today.

The result made him feel a little angry and embarrassed. On the surface, he still had to keep his gracefulness: "Everyone, why not guess what the outcome of tomorrow's battle?"

"Then I'd better bet that the Ming people will win." Lieutenant Colonel Juan, who was in high spirits, kept talking: "They have good teamwork, their courage is impressive, and they have an absolute advantage in number..."

But he didn't see Governor Sander winking at the two colonels. So they gritted their teeth and defeated the Pampangans again, and they still bet one hundred pesos each.

After both sides decided to leave, Governor Sand said slowly: "Lieutenant Colonel, order your gunner to prepare and join the war tomorrow!"

"Ah..." Lieutenant Colonel Juan's chin almost fell to the ground.

The two colonels held back and didn't laugh out loud.

"What, do you have any doubts about the orders from the Governor?" Governor Sand said unhappy.

"Your Excellency, if we participate in the war, it may trigger a full-scale war with the South China Sea Group!" Lieutenant Colonel Juan indeed had different opinions.

"That's what the Governor should consider." Governor Sand said solemnly: "And you, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, have to do the orders to destroy the damn fence for me!"
Chapter completed!