Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

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"Load, aim!" Amorim ordered the soldiers to repeat this basic action, "Fire!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A burst of white smoke dissipated, and several corpses fell instantly on the river. The blood of the indigenous soldiers dyed the clear river red. The other indigenous soldiers who swam did not choose to continue the attack and began to retreat.

From midnight yesterday to early this morning, Amorim could no longer remember how many times he had driven back the enemy.

The enemy would launch an attack almost every hour, and these enemies were very cunning. After several large-scale trials, they knew that there were many casualties, so they started to attack with small units, sending a few people at a time to consume their ammunition.

Now Amorim was in a very bad mood, because just after a round of volleys, the soldiers told him that the ammunition had been exhausted, and the fire blunderbuss in their hands now were nothing more than fire sticks, not even as good as fire sticks.

Amorim was puzzled as to why this happened. These natives shouldn't be so smart!

Since last night, the soldiers had not slept a wink. They had been vigilant and had fought bloody battles all night long. However, the enemy on the opposite side had not decreased at all. It was still a dark mass, as if it were endless.

Looking at the soldiers' faces shivering with cold and knowing that they had reached their limit, Amorim threw out the sword in his hand and reluctantly gave them the last order: "Fight to the death!"

right!

Amorim did not choose to surrender but decided to fight to the death!

Surrender is actually not shameful for the soldiers of the empire. In major battles in Europe, many soldiers chose to hand over their weapons. As long as they fought to the last moment, they would have gained glory. After being captured, they would be They would receive preferential treatment, then the king would pay a ransom, and then they would participate in the next dispute, and so on.

It's a pity that this is in the Far East. What they are facing is not a civilized country in the Far East, but a group of mountain natives. If they surrender, there will probably be no bones left in the end.

Soon, the natives on the other side started a new round of testing. When several indigenous soldiers crossed to the middle of the river, they did not notice the firecrackers on the other side and hurriedly retreated.

Amorim knew that the final battle was coming, so he held the knight's sword in front of him and prayed silently.

Immediately, a horn was heard, and the indigenous soldiers began a large-scale attack. They rushed to the water like bees smelling nectar.

Looking at the overwhelming number of indigenous soldiers, Amorim felt bitter. He had no time to understand why a small indigenous tribe had 400 to 500 young and strong soldiers.

The moment they crossed the river bank, Amorim raised his sword and charged first. He was the commander and should die in front of the soldiers. The battle was imminent.

Soon the two sides were intertwined. With his skillful swordsmanship, Amorim easily dodged the oncoming aboriginal machete. While dodging, he lightly touched the opponent's body with his long sword. With one stroke, there was a "pop" sound, which was the sound of the blade rubbing against flesh.

At this moment, Amorim seemed to have regained the pleasure of traveling across the New World. Back then, countless indigenous people, English people, and even the French, the top power in the Old World, would fall to the sound of Spanish invincible guns.

But this feeling didn't last long. There were too many enemies. No matter how superb his swordsmanship was, he couldn't defeat one against a hundred.

The enemy swarmed forward, and Amorim wildly swung the long sword in his hand. The soldiers behind him were not to be outdone, and they all held fire blunderbuss to resist desperately. Unfortunately, they had not received the swordsmanship training of the nobles like Amorim, and it was very difficult for them to do so. It was difficult to withstand the siege of many people. He was cut down in just a few rounds and could never get up again.

The last two Spanish soldiers were helpless and fell to the ground vomiting blood. At this moment, Amorim was desperate. Maybe this was their fate. He slowly put down the long sword he was proud of and waited. With the coming of death.

At this moment, the troops led by Qin Hao happened to arrive and saw this scene.

Qin Hao originally thought that the dispute here would be the Spanish mercilessly slaughtering the mountain vassals, but he didn't expect that these mountain vassals would kill all the Spanish soldiers. He couldn't react for a while.

Could it be that the soldiers of our Kingdom of Spain are just that strong!

Qin Hao just wanted to celebrate these mountain vassals and ridicule Spain, but he was interrupted by Wang Jiu's shout: "Sir, they are from the Hawa tribe."

"What!" Qin Hao was startled and looked away at these mountain vassals. As expected, they all had fierce looks on their faces, looking like they were not to be trifled with.

Since these guys are not good people, there is no need to hold back. Those who deserve to be killed must be killed.

The whole team moved forward amidst the low voice. Qin Hao ordered: "In the first row, the Nord guards raised their shields and came forward; the second and third Shuntian dead soldiers were sent to protect the two wings and do not let the enemy rush in even half a step; Ah Shooters and gunmen are free to shoot, give me a hard hit!"

The Hawa people were surprised to see that this group of Spaniards actually had reinforcements, but they did not retreat. The order they received today was to kill all this group of Spaniards. There were not many people in sight. Another round of attack began with the sound of the horn.

But the cavalry soldiers were different from the Spaniards. These Shanfan soldiers could not get any benefits at all. His machete fell on the Nord guard's shield, leaving only a shallow mark, while the Nord guard's giant ax split their thin bodies in two.

Giant axes fly and blood spurts!

In an instant, sounds of fighting and screams could be heard on the river bank.

But for a moment, the warriors of Shanfan could no longer hold on. These soldiers who suddenly appeared were simply devils. Their strong armor, sharp swords, and arrows and lead bullets that appeared from time to time like ghosts made them hard to guard against.

They began to be afraid, and even though they did not hear the retreat horn, they began to walk towards the water unconsciously.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Another round of firecrackers fired, and as they watched the number of companions around them shrinking, the tension in their hearts finally broke, and they poured into the river like a tide and swam towards the other side.

The cavalry and slashing soldiers didn't care about the mountain vassals who jumped into the river to escape. They didn't have to kill everyone here. Their task was just to drive them away. Of course, killing was an indispensable method in this process.

"God bless!" Amorim watched the sudden appearance of the group of soldiers killing everyone. He was so excited that he solemnly made a cross on his chest, and then shouted loudly: "Soldiers, our reinforcements are here. ”

Unfortunately, all his soldiers fell to the ground, and no one could respond to him.

"What a pitiful guy." Qin Hao said with a faint pity, and asked the Alai shooter to surround him.

When Amorim saw the bows and arrows of the reinforcements pointed directly at him, he was at a loss. After a closer look, he realized that these were not reinforcements sent by San Salvador.

Before his confusion was over, a young Mingguo man walked directly among the soldiers and said in fluent Spanish: "Gentleman, hold your head in your hands, you have been captured now!"

Fifty years later, Amorim has suffered from severe Alzheimer's disease, and even his family cannot remember many things. However, when a reporter asked about the first time he met the emperor, he could still remember the scene today. Speaking clearly, he excitedly told the female reporter in front of him in an old voice: When the man appeared, he seemed to have seen God, who saved him.

But when the reporter asked Amorim why he surrendered to the emperor, he remained silent, shook his head and stopped talking. In fact, the answer is no longer important. Now that Spain is an integral part of the empire, what's the point of talking about it? It's just a joke.

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