Moreover, it is an official position recognized by the court. If you become the director of the Luzon Executive Committee, you will be the fourth-rank magistrate, and even if you become a member, you will be the fifth-rank magistrate.

Juan's delaying tactics, when Louis returned to Zhenghe Port Area, it was already evening. The Spaniards made another request: "Expand the Zhenghe Port Area by three times and cede forever!"

Xie Jinglin and Li Zhixiang have a look back.

"They are procrastinating!"

"Let them delay!"

Li Zhixiang smiled and said, "In a short period of time, the local power of Spain will not come for a while. Their only reliance is those natives. It just so happens that we can collect some interest!"

Xie Jinglin pretended to be trapped and was slowing down with Louis little by little, and the two sides started fierce negotiations on negotiations.

Until three days later.

On April 29, the seventh year of Chongzhen, tens of thousands of indigenous armed personnel appeared outside Manila City, and these indigenous people rushed to the southern port of Manila like a tide.

When Cheng Shi saw this scene, he was a little nervous: "Do you want to fire a gun to support me?"

Li Weiluan smiled and said, "No, I'm afraid of killing them away. These indigenous monkeys are very flexible. We don't have cavalry, so we may not be able to catch up!"

Cheng Shi said: "It's okay to say if you can't catch up. Let me come and close the door and beat the dog!"

Li Zhixiang looked at Cheng Shi and said, "You only have 800 people under your command, can you lock it up?"

"However, with thirty-six thunder guns and more than 3,000 mines, the father-in-law has long been guarding against the Spaniards!"

Li Zhixiang listened to the thirty-six thunder guns, which was equivalent to a volley of 1,080 muskets. Once the formation was set, it was definitely enough for these natives to drink a pot.

"Be careful about everything!"

"Don't worry!"

Cheng Shi led more than 800 soldiers under his command along the river bank of the dock, heading eastward, preparing to bypass these natives and launch an attack from behind them.

Juan watched the arrival of the Luzon native army, but felt a little uneasy.

"They don't look like the Ming army!"

Juan could hardly imagine that if the Ming Dynasty had such strong strength, how could it be the Dutch and the Spanish were so presumptuous?

Just as Juan was thinking, the local pig army suddenly accelerated. They held scimitars and bows and arrows and launched an attack on the Ning Haijun on the dock.

Li Zhixiang was a little unbelievable: "They charged directly without even temptation?"

In fact, the Luzon natives did not have any war. They were like gangsters fighting in groups. They only knew one move and were done with recklessness. If they were reckless, they would win. If they were reckless, they would turn around and run away.

Unfortunately, Ning Haijun's jumping soldiers were not equipped with muskets, but because the muskets never met Cheng Shijie's expectations, they did not equip the troops on a large scale.

Ning Haijun is known as the strongest army, but in fact he is supported by the strong artillery.

However, the Jumper is an alien.

"Swish swish..."

More than a dozen sharp arrows tied with red ropes shot out and inserted a hundred meters away. The red rope danced in the wind, which was very conspicuous. This arrow marked a hundred meters in the shooting range, which was the best killing distance for the pulley compound bow in the hands of the jumper.

Although the natives of Luzon did not know the power of the pulley compound bow in the hands of these bloodthirsty soldiers of Ning Hai, they also knew that the other party was marking the shooting world. They made a terrifying roar from their throats, gritting their teeth and speeding up against the arrow pointing at them.

The feeling of rushing towards the arrow formation head-on will naturally not be wonderful, but they have no choice. The more they are afraid of dying, the faster they will die. Only by passing through the enemy archers' firepower network as soon as possible can they have hope of survival. All, just bite the bullet! The surge of people passed the arrow with a red rope tied to it.

Li Weiluan roared angrily: "Shoot the arrow!"

"Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish..."

The whistling sound of sharp arrows suddenly erupted, and the triangular arrowhead turned into cold cold stars, heading towards the native Luzon soldiers at lightning, and immediately screamed loudly!

These natives had no armor at all. The arrowheads shot roughly tore the thin bodies of the native soldiers, and their chests went in and out of the back, bringing out a bunch of blood.

The first wave of arrow rain has not yet fallen, and the second wave of metal storm has started again. More than two thousand sharp arrows are shot out like a wind. The charge of the native soldiers fell down again. Many of the wounded men who were shot to the ground were nailed to the ground by the sharp arrows. The people were dead and their bodies were slightly convulsed.

The indigenous troops were too poor. With the equipment of the Ning Navy's jumping soldiers, even the red-armored soldiers of Jiannu would be crushed, not to mention these indigenous soldiers who were almost unequipped? Only a few indigenous tribe leaders had a set of leather or wooden armor, and more people only wore coarse cloth clothes, and some indigenous soldiers had exposed bodies and a piece of cloth wrapped around their waists.

What is the difference between such equipment and running naked in front of the rain of arrows pouring out from a jumping camp? The rain of arrows is roaring wildly, endlessly, and the storm of death swept across the battlefield. Every second, piles of people fell down. The screams and the splash of blood made the hearts of the natives who were lucky enough not to be shot in the arrow tremble, and their steps couldn't help but hesitate.

As the saying goes, ignorant and fearless, these indigenous soldiers fell down with screams, but the ones behind could not see what was going on in front of them, and continued to rush in. The indigenous people seemed to be like zombies, like moths to the fire, rushed up a row and were shot to death.

Juan, who was standing at the top of Manila, suddenly changed his face: "These Ming troops are too barbaric. This is not a war, this is a massacre!"

When a battle broke out on the dock on the south bank of Manila, Wu Shangzhi and others also observed through the telescope. He said with some concern: "There are too many natives, and Ning Haijun may suffer a loss if he doesn't do it!"

"Let's go there too?"

Li Guoqun pondered: "There are six or seven thousand guards in our households..."

When the news that Wu Shang wanted to join the war reached Li Zhixiang's ears, Li Zhixiang said angrily: "Where do they cool down and stay wherever they go, who do they look down on?"

Finally, the jumping soldiers were shot by more than ten rounds of arrow rain, and the arrow rain on the battlefield stopped abruptly. Although the jumping soldiers were well trained, the problem was that they would be tired even if they shot more than ten rounds of arrows.

But more than fifty meters in front of their formation, the bodies of indigenous soldiers were already densely covered with the bodies of indigenous soldiers. In just a quarter of an hour, indigenous people were shot and killed by jumping soldiers.

The original natives were already frightened by the terrifying arrow formation, but the problem was that these natives were very clever and shouted wildly: "They no longer have the strength to shoot arrows, rush up and kill them all!"

Well, the archers of the jumping soldiers really have no strength to fight, but the problem is that more than 2,400 Mo Daoists have not taken action yet, and the Mo Dao in their hands is already hungry and thirsty.

Seeing these indigenous soldiers rushing over, they naturally would not be polite. These heavy armored Mo Dao hand did not retreat but advanced, waving the Mo Dao forward like a wall.

"cut!"

With a command, hundreds or thousands of indigenous soldiers were chopped and two pieces. Without waiting for the indigenous soldiers to react, another shout came from: "Behead!"

The swords in the hands of these heavily-armored soldiers were swung up again like wheels and fell down again. Hundreds and thousands of indigenous soldiers were smashed, and their thin bodies flew back with a bloody rain.

In Juan's eyes, this is definitely the most brutal and bloodiest battle.

In his understanding, in battle, the battle should be set up first, and repeatedly tempted to find the other party's flaws. The generals also had to send a round of letters to greet each other to show politeness, and even gave each other some gifts, and then the battle started after giving them enough demeanor. For them, war seemed to be just a game of showing off their talents and proving their courage.

After tens of thousands of casualties, the indigenous troops finally collapsed. They were frightened and howled and ran towards the rear.

But the heavy armored soldiers behind them were chasing them relentlessly.

Some natives were so scared that their legs and feet were weak and they knelt on the ground to surrender. But the problem was that the jumping soldiers did not intend to accept their surrender. How could I have time to accept the captives?

If a single head is cut, it will be 75 acres of land. Who can’t get over money?

Juan watched the defeated indigenous soldiers fleeing in a panic, and his last hope was shattered: "It's over!"

"Louis!"

"exist!"

"You go again and tell them that if they are still part of the civilized world, please accept our decent surrender!"
Chapter completed!