New Ming Empire mixed in America

The street was filled with bullets from the rotating machine guns, and the indigenous servants who rushed in front fell to the ground one by one.

But this did not scare the natives. Soon some native servants holding shields ran to the front and put up their shields in front of them.

This scene gave the Wehrmacht soldiers who were shooting an unreal feeling.

In fact, troops using shields and swords are the mainstream in the Far East. These indigenous servant armies are pretty good. Those in Southeast Asia still use spears and wooden shields.

At least the indigenous servants here use iron-covered shields and wear uniforms.

Soon, these indigenous servants who thought their shields could block bullets discovered that the shields in their hands were no different from paper ones.

Because bullets are consumed too quickly in rotary machine guns, lead bullets are still used today, that is, the outer layer of the warhead is copper and the inner layer is lead.

In this case, the consumption of copper will be much smaller. Of course, in order to increase the power, part of the tip of the bullet's bullet is exposed to the lead core.

Hmm...Okay, Li Mingqi admitted, this is the Damn bomb.

With high damage and low cost, Li Mingqi had no reason to reject this kind of bullet.

Therefore, a large group of indigenous servants lay down on the street soon. They kept wailing. The screams caused goosebumps on the Spanish defenders even from a distance of more than a thousand meters.

The Spanish officers who were holding telescopes to observe the battle also shuddered.

"These Orientals actually have weapons that can fire continuously!"

Governor Birmingham squeezed out these words from the bottom of his teeth. In fact, the rotating machine gun had been exposed just now when the gunboat approached and fired.

But Colonel Butler, who was sent to the bench, obviously had no intention of reminding Governor Birmingham.

"These Orientals are not Qing people at all, they are the Oriental Empire on the west coast!"

At this time, the Spanish businessmen who came to inspect the battlefield with Governor Birmingham exclaimed.

This businessman came from Spain last month and had heard a bit about the Xinming Empire.

Europe had been smearing the Xin Ming Empire in newspapers before, so Spain also knew something about the Xin Ming Empire.

However, what is written in the newspaper is not as intuitive as seeing it face to face.

"I know them, this Eastern empire on the west coast. They just defeated the British expedition fleet and defeated the Canadians on land..."

The businessman quickly told what he knew.

At this time, Governor Birmingham and his party were a little confused. They had no idea why an Eastern country far away on the west coast would go to Spain's Far East colonies to launch an attack.

“These Orientals are not Orientals here but Orientals from the West Coast?”

Although Governor Birmingham's words were somewhat convoluted, he basically made the matter clear.

What's the point of doing this?

If you have nothing to do, you can beat the Mexicans. If you really can't do it, you can bite the Americans.

But coming to the Far East to fight them now is beyond their expectations.

"Yes, these Easterners are very cruel. They united with Chile to massacre Peru, and after defeating their enemies, they would cut off their heads to build altars..."

The Governor of Birmingham became more and more uncomfortable as he listened, and finally interrupted the businessman with quick eyes and quick hands.

It was indeed interrupted. He directly smashed the bridge of the guy's nose with the handle of the pistol, causing his words that shook his military morale to turn into screams.

Madhu, there is a war now. You come up and help the enemy to brag. What are you doing?

Although his movements were relatively fast, the officers around him looked a little unhappy when they heard that their heads would be cut off to build an altar after the defeat.

If just now they had the slightest thought of surrendering if they couldn't defeat them, now this thought has disappeared.

Surrender is impossible. At most...at most you should work harder when escaping, and stay far away from these Orientals.

They did not believe that the Orientals could occupy the entire Luzon colony with such a small number of people.

If they lose Manila, they can still go to live elsewhere. Anyway, they are not low-level officers. Even if they take off their military uniforms, they are still superiors.

As for the officers at the bottom... dying in battle is their honor, being injured is their military medal.

The Spanish royal family still remembers them occasionally!

The momentum of the charge was quickly suppressed, and after the light mortars were set up, the defeat of the indigenous servant army became inevitable.

Mortar shells roared into the crowd of indigenous servants one after another. Each time they exploded, they created a no-man's land within two to three meters.

And I don’t know when a wind whistle was installed on the tail fin of the mortar shell.

When the cannonball flies through the air, it will emit a shrill whistle, like the roar of a night owl.

With the addition of this kind of whistle, it is a kind of torture for the ears of both enemy and friendly soldiers.

It's just that the artillerymen of the Wehrmacht had the attitude of watching a good show, and the enemy was only left with fear after hearing this.

Especially the Spanish defenders in the defense line, they watched helplessly as the charging indigenous servants were blown up in pieces amidst the harsh buzzing sound.

The location of the mortar attack was at the rear of the indigenous servant army, including the Spanish supervising team, and they were all within the scope of the mortar attack.

So the Spanish defenders in the rear watched this tragic scene throughout.

"I think our defense should be strengthened."

An officer made a very serious proposal to Governor Birmingham, and the proposal was quickly recognized by everyone.

"Are our artillery ready? It's time for them to show off their power!"

While the native servants were charging, the Governor of Birmingham was not idle. He had ordered the artillery to begin advancing, and now these artillery had been carried by the soldiers to the ruins of the warehouse as close as possible to the fort.

A Spanish officer who understood what he meant nodded and asked his messenger to notify the artillerymen to prepare to fire.

Originally, communication between them should have been through whistles or flags, but the explosions that filled the battlefield and the sharp whistles of flying mortar shells made the command much more difficult.

And their flag signals may not be visible in the ruins, so passing orders has become a relatively primitive method.

As soon as the messenger left, the officer was about to report, but saw his governor opening his mouth as if he had seen a ghost.

"Damn it, what is that?" screamed the Governor of Birmingham.

This inexplicable war was full of surprises. Ever since he sent his son, he had not heard any good news.

What did he see now?

The Eastern warship actually flew!

God, this must be his eyesight. How can the battleship fly?

It is a pity that the exclamations of other officers completely confirmed the fact that Oriental warships can fly.

"This is an airship, this is an airship!" The businessman who had been wailing just now also saw the huge thing slowly rising into the sky from the harbor, which cleared up everyone's doubts.

But because he had just suffered a heavy blow, he fainted after saying this.

However, his few words brought everyone back to their senses.

It was not a battleship flying, but a weapon they had never seen before.

Although he already had some bad thoughts in his mind, Governor Birmingham's face gradually calmed down and he gave instructions to the officers beside him:

"Inform Colonel Butler to come back and command the troops, and ask him to go to the back to select soldiers. Why hasn't he come back yet?"

After finishing speaking, he took several of his confidants and walked towards the position of the war horse.

He decided to inspect the back line of defense, so he decided to hand over the first line of defense to the command of Colonel Butler...

This is the commanding art of a qualified leader!