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Franco stationed the soldiers who had been away for a day.

But this time he kept an eye out and not only retreated two miles, but also stayed away from the foot of the mountain.

He also ordered the native soldiers to guard the perimeter, and asked the soldiers not to disarm while sleeping.

At this point, Franco is still worried.

The puppet soldiers were asked to cut down trees and make simple fortifications, and dug a layer of trenches outside.A group of people tossed with torches for most of the night before they subsided.

Franco was finally able to sleep.

Second day

Franco sat up suddenly in his sleep.

He had a nightmare, dreaming that he was kicked up and down by those yellow-skinned monkeys again, almost hacked to death.

After looking around and finding that he was still safe, Franco heaved a sigh of relief, got up, got dressed and walked out of the tent.

At this time, the genius was dim, and the camp was silent. The puppet army on duty in the distance seemed to be unable to survive, and they had already fallen asleep.

Franco was in a hurry, with this vigilance, if the rebels called, wouldn't he be killed as before?

He walked over, with a whip in his hand, and lashed the soldiers across their heads and faces.

The soldiers who were so frightened that they fell asleep screamed.

The whole camp was awakened by Franco.

After breakfast.

Franco gave the order to enter the mountain.

His plan is very simple, the puppet army is in the front, the regular army is behind, and the puppet army is used as cannon fodder in the front.

This war tactic has been going on for many years.

Everyone didn't think there was anything wrong, including the native puppet soldiers who died.

The large group of people dispersed and slowly marched up the mountain along the traces of the insurgents climbing the mountain.

As it gets deeper and deeper, the woods become more and more fascinating.

Suddenly, a puppet soldier shouted in doubt.

"what is this?"

"I don't know, is it fruit? Why haven't I seen it?" Several natives gathered around.

"Stupid? There is no fruit that grows in mid-air."

"Huh? There's a rope." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull it.

"Don't touch..."

boom!The words fell silent, and this "fruit" exploded.Several people suffered the impact of the landmine at close range and fell to the ground instantly.

The explosion caught the attention of everyone behind.

Franco was startled, and led the people to the place where the explosion happened. Five or six indigenous soldiers had already fallen to the ground.

"What's going on?" Franco asked the surrounding puppet troops.

"They found the fruit on the tree, and it exploded when they pulled it with their hands." A small officer of the puppet army shouted.

"Bastard! What kind of fruit will explode!?"

Franco felt that the officer was insulting his IQ, would the fruit explode?What a joke.

"Really, my lord. I saw Darren reached out and pulled it, and the fruit exploded. But I was far away, so it didn't blow me up."

"Yes! My lord, I saw it too."

"I saw it too."

A group of puppet soldiers spoke out to testify.

Franco saw that they didn't seem to be lying, and most of them believed it. He was about to speak when he heard several explosions from the other end, followed by a commotion.

Franco came to the site of the explosion again, this time it was even more tragic, with 30 people lying on the ground.

"what 's wrong?"

"I don't know! It's just like this!"

"We just saw them walking forward, and as we walked around it started to explode."

Fuck!

Franco was almost speechless.This time the reason was even more outrageous, but mostly true.Because no matter how stupid these people are, they would never take their own lives as a joke.

He was completely sure at this moment that the rebels must be on the mountain.And these explosions must be the firearms they arranged.

But where did these yellow-skinned monkeys come from for such sharp firearms?

"Go on, watch your feet! There are still trees." Franco ordered to move on.It is impossible for him to shrink back because of this small change, because he can't make a deal.

The next march of the puppet army was much slower, but there were still explosions from time to time, and more and more casualties.Gradually, their resistance became more and more intense.

There is no way, no one wants to die, especially this kind of inexplicable death.

I don't know where I will be killed if I step on it. If my arm touches a branch, I will be killed. Even if someone trips over something, the other side will also be killed.Anyway, just like licking a dog and falling in love, even breathing is wrong.

They don't want to go any further.

But Franco is unwilling, you are cannon fodder, if you don’t move forward, who will open up a safe path for us?

So he issued an order, and those who stood still, shot a musket to the head.

Keep going, you may die.

If you don't go, you will die immediately.

The puppet army wisely chose the first option.

Explosions continued to sound, and the puppet soldiers continued to fall.Before we knew it, 500 people had been killed.But Franco didn't have the slightest sympathy, and continued to let the Spanish soldiers under his command hold muskets to urge the puppet army to move forward.

Fortunately, Zheng Zhibao and others buried a limited number of mines, and the sound of explosions stopped. After paying more than 500 puppet casualties, they crossed the minefield.The speed of travel also started to increase.After a while, Rojas was the first to realize something was wrong, and he came to Franco's side.

"My lord, something is wrong."

"what?"

"The rebels didn't seem to have gone up the mountain at all. You see, there is no trace of the way up the mountain. They seem to have made a circle and went down from the south again!"

"Ok?"

Franco took a look and realized something was wrong.

If they made a whole circle in the mountains, then why would the trip be in vain?

wrong!

So many people died in vain?

"Sir, what should I do?"

"Chase! Chase south!"

Now that there is no way out, there is only one way to go to the dark.

As the saying goes, going up a mountain is easy and going down a mountain is hard.This principle is also very practical in Luzon.

Of course, for them, the difficulty is not only the slope of the mountain, but also the tricks of the enemy.

The explosion sounded again.

Franco screamed in anger!He scolded this group of rebels for their tricks, but at the same time he didn't want to give up the hunt.Since it was going down the mountain, there was more than one road. Franco ordered a detour, but sporadic landmines were still triggered.

At ten o'clock at noon, Franco came out of the mountain in a panic.

It feels good to be back on flat ground.

Rojas once again ordered people to scout the whereabouts of the rebels with a wink.

"My lord, they ran south!"

Then the army started chasing forward again, chasing and chasing, Franco finally found out what was going on.

Together with these rebels, they went into the mountain for a circle, and then went around the foot of the mountain to the north.

Could it be that there is no place to live in the mountains, so I ran back to Balanga again?

The more Franco thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

Hahaha!There is no way out!

Franco felt as if he could see the sun behind the clouds, and victory was just around the corner.

Until they returned to the place where they were stationed last night.

I saw a large number of corpses lying on the ground in disorder, and the scene was a mess.Franco ran to the front frantically, and saw his own soldiers who were already lifeless.His eyes went dark, and he almost fainted to the ground.

Fortunately, Rojas had quick eyesight and quick hands, and supported him.

After a while, Franco said in a hoarse voice:

"Where's my cannon?"