The Spanish military formation, two square formations of 500 people in front, collapsed like a landslide under the volley of Ming army muskets.

The ground was full of figures who were shot and fell to the ground, wailing and struggling. The Spaniards, who were lucky enough to be killed by muskets, rolled and crawled backwards and fled.

"how so?"

Franco and the Spanish army were both unbelievable.

When Spain colonized overseas, they always used muskets to destroy the indigenous people, but they did not expect that they would be defeated by the Chinese today.

In the Ming army formation, a passionate horn sounded, and the entire infantry front roared. The soldiers picked up muskets and the sword launched a pursuit.

A Ming army musketeer raised the musket and fired. The projectile hit a Spaniard in the back, and a blood mist rose up, which made the Spaniard die on the ground.

Seeing this, the Ming soldiers immediately carried the musket behind their backs, pulled out the battle knife, looked at the countless figures running and running in front of them, and charged towards the Spaniards with great enthusiasm.

"Woooo~" The horns were clamoring to the sky.

"Run!" Ming soldiers crossed the shield chariot.

"Kill!" Thousands of musketeers shouted in unison, and the red line turned into small red dots that spread across the earth like a mountain torrent.

The two square formations of the Spanish front army retreated and collapsed, and the crowd ran towards the back formation like a tide.

This made the Spaniards in the three square formations in the rear look panic, and the formation begins to stir.

Brother Folang recovered from the shock of the defeat of the former army, staring at the collapsed front army, trying to adjust the musketeers in the rear formation to press forward, but Wang Dana and Li Zhongming each led nearly a thousand Ming troops to press forward in the two wings of the Spanish phalanx.

This made it impossible for the three square formations of the back formation to move, leaving only more than 500 people in the middle to attack.

At this time, the back formation either defeated along with the front formation and fled to the north beach, or they had to suppress their troops and stabilize the front line.

At the critical moment, Brother Folang did not hesitate and roared in panic: "Spikeman, attack and stop the damn Chinese!"

In the Spanish square in the middle, the spearmen were a little disbelief when they heard the order, but the spearmen still put down the raised spears together, and the sharp spearhead formed a fan in front of the formation, like a furry hedgehog.

The Spanish soldiers wearing silver-shiny plate armor raised their spears and pushed forward. When the defeated soldiers in the front row saw the spear formation pushing forward, they immediately circled the sides of the spear formation.

The pursuing Ming army musketeers stopped immediately when they saw the defeated soldiers scattering and revealing the spear formation in a row.

The Spanish spear was longer than the spears of ordinary Ming army. The Spanish raised the spears, and the swords and spears of Ming soldiers were shorter than those of the Spanish.

This means that once the two armies collided, the weapons of the Ming soldiers would be pierced by the Spanish spear before the weapons could be poked into the Spanish spear.

Huo Jianyan raised his knife and asked the musketeers to stop. The Ming army's musketeers immediately raised the musketeers without firing their guns to form a front line.

"Bang bang bang" a gunshot sounded, and the projectiles roared out, and the Spanish phalanx soldiers holding spears suddenly fell.

The Spanish spear phalanx stepped on the bodies of the fallen soldiers, and still maintained the formation and advanced forward.

After the Ming army musketeers fired a shot, they saw the advancement of spear jungle and immediately dispersed to their wings, revealing the shield chariots and knives behind them.

The Ming soldiers pushed the shield chariot and the knife chariot and rushed forward. After the knife chariot, there were a large number of Ming soldiers holding long-handled axes and other heavy weapons and blunt weapons.

In an instant, the Ming soldiers collided with Bu Tan, and collided with the Spanish spearman.

The Spanish spear was sharp, the armor was strong, and the pace was steady. They had defeated France on the Western battlefield and many small states in Holy Rome, but at this time it seemed like they had hit an iron plate.

The Ming soldiers were not as broken by the spear formation as they imagined. The Spanish spear was stabbed on the shield chariot and could not stab the Ming soldiers behind them.

At this time, the soldiers behind the Ming army's shield chariot took out the shuttle flags and threw them out hard.

Nearly a hundred javelins passed the shield cart and fell into the Spanish spear formation. They immediately rushed the Spanish soldiers in the front row who held the spear to hold the shield cart to death, and many people were nailed to the ground.

In an instant, the Spanish spear formation was in chaos, and the Ming soldiers pushed the chariot and crashed into the Spanish army.

There were loud noises, and the two armies met. The Spanish soldiers could only use their flesh and blood as walls to collided with shields and spearheads. The soldiers in front were crowded by the soldiers behind, and they were hit on the sword chariot in despair and were stabbed to death by the spikes.

At this time, the front row of soldiers in the Ming army pushed the chariot forward and pushed the chariot forward. The soldiers behind kept throwing javelins and shooting the crowded Spanish to death.

Brother Folang looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. How could this happen? He roared anxiously, "The spearman held it!"

But at this moment, the Spanish square formation was completely chaotic under the frontal impact of the knife chariot and the projection of the Ming army's javelin.

At this time, the Ming army's javelin was thrown into the javelin. The Ming army soldiers holding tomahawks and various blunt weapons crossed the shield chariot and crashed into the Spanish. The long-handled battle axe he built was chopped and cut, chiseling out the Spanish plate armor, and the Ming army's weapons swayed, and flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

After losing the tight formation, the Spaniards were rushed into it by the Ming army. Their sharp spears were suitable for formation and fighting. In close combat, they could not be used at all and were hacked to death by the Ming army's battle axe.

Under the Ming army's central army flag, Zhao Ming stared at the battlefield, smiled on his face, and said to everyone: "It's time to add a straw to the camel's back."

After saying that, Zhao Ming raised his mace and roared loudly, "The horse army attacked and defeated the Western barbarians!"

The cavalry of the Thousand Ming Army, who had been unable to hold back, finally waited for the opportunity. After the military order, the horse army saw Zhao Ming slamming the horses and rushed out. The cavalry behind him slapped the horses. The horses were in pain and shot out like lightning with a long time.

The thousand horses issued an angry cry, followed Zhao Ming, and divided into two groups. Instead of rushing to the battled infantry, they bypassed the front and rushed towards the front-line defeated soldiers that were gathering again.

The defeated soldiers in the front row lost 40% of the fire under the Ming army's muskets. The system was incomplete and it was difficult to re-form the formation. Once the horse army rushed in, it would be massacre.

The cavalry rushed in with a force of tremendous force, from the gap between the front and the two wings of the battlefield, and directly crashed into the Spanish defeated soldiers that were reassembling. The huge impact force of the war horses kept knocking away the defeated soldiers in front of them. The cavalry poked their spears and swung their blunt weapons, and were invincible.

In an instant, the defeated soldiers who had just assembled were defeated again.

The front was retreating, and the two wings had been shaken. The newly gathered defeated soldiers were killed and dispersed again. Brother Folang had lost the opportunity to turn the tables.

"No, God!" Seeing the Spanish soldiers being massacred by the Ming army, Brother Furang left tears of regret, but this was useless.

"If you lose, if you lose, run away quickly!" The Spanish soldier shouted loudly in Spanish and finally collapsed on the whole line.

Brother Furang pulled out his horse and ran away. He turned around and saw the Spanish soldiers behind him running around in the wild, "The Taiwan colony is over! The Far East colony is almost over."
Chapter completed!