The Ming Dynasty has just been exiled and the Luzon system has awakened.

The fuse burned to the end, igniting the explosive in the detonator, and then the detonator exploded, igniting the explosive in the missile body.

The rapidly expanding high-temperature gas instantly broke through the cast iron shell, and the surging air waves, mixed with countless hot explosive fragments, crashed through the indigenous crowd.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

Gunpowder smoke mixed with orange flames rose up. Amidst the violent explosions, patches of indigenous people were blown away by the air waves of the explosion. The exploding fragments hit the indigenous people and sprayed out clouds of blood mist.

In order to increase the power of the grenade, Zhu Heyi not only ordered the addition of iron fragments to the projectile, but also added some white phosphorus.

The moment the grenade exploded, countless bright white flames were thrown away. Once the demonic flames from hell were attached, they could not be extinguished. Countless natives were burned and rolling on the ground, letting out painful wails.

The violent explosion caused the charging natives to freeze, and at this time, another round of grenades had been thrown by the Ming army.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

There was another bloody storm, and a large number of native people fell again.

Two consecutive rounds of grenade attacks completely stunned these natives. The most powerful explosive in the world they knew was nothing more than the Spanish black powder.

But the scene before him was obviously not caused by the Spanish black powder.

At this moment, they even suspected that the Ming army had mastered weapons that could only be possessed by gods.

At the same time, the Spanish army, which was already in collapse, stabilized again because of the terrifying killing effect of these two rounds of grenades by the Ming army.

Seeing the dead and wounded in front of them, and many of the natives still wailing miserably, the Spaniards were shocked and speechless. At the same time, this also strengthened their determination not to fight the Ming army.

In fact, the Ming army soldiers were also shocked by the lethality of grenades.They did not expect that the grenades they hung around their waists every day would be so powerful and could cause such horrific damage to the indigenous people.

After all, when they were training, even if they were throwing live ammunition, there would not be so many real people demonstrating the killing effect to them.

"Hama, we'd better retreat. The Ming army has the weapons of the gods and we can't defeat them." A frightened indigenous leader ran to Hama and said.

"No retreat! There are not many people in the Ming army, and they certainly don't have many weapons like this. Let the warriors spread out and charge! We will definitely kill them all!" Hama looked crazy, even though the Ming army threw those weapons The explosives caused heavy casualties to them, but the distance between the two sides was not far at the moment. As long as they rushed forward with all their strength, everyone on the opposite side would become lambs to be slaughtered.

In fact, it was exactly what he had guessed. Each Ming soldier only carried 4 grenades with him. After throwing out two, each Ming soldier now only had the last two left.

"Warriors, don't be afraid, they don't have many such weapons! Charge up and kill them all. Each person who kills the Ming army will be rewarded with 20 silver coins, and each person who kills the Spanish will be rewarded with 10 silver coins." Hama encouraged loudly again.

Rewarding enemy soldiers based on their heads is often the most common and most effective motivational method in the military.

At this moment, when the thugs heard about the high reward, greed instantly defeated their reason. They looked at the Mingxi Allied Forces not far away with red eyes, roared in their throats, and rushed forward with weapons in their hands.

"Kill!"

"Kill all the Chinese! Kill all the Spanish!"

Seeing the indigenous thugs attacking again, the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers threw grenades without hesitation.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Amidst the loud noise, blood splattered and broken limbs flew across the aboriginal crowd, but this did not affect the pace of the aboriginal charge at all. They had completely fallen into madness and did not care about the casualties of their companions.

After throwing out two rounds of grenades, Jia Jing looked at the indigenous people close at hand and gave the final order with a determined look on his face.

"Brothers, fix your bayonets!"

The Spaniards beside them did not choose to escape this time.

Of course, it's not that they don't want to escape, but that they have no way out. At such a close distance, it is impossible for them to escape the pursuit of the natives.

"Da da da da..."

Seeing that the two sides were about to engage in hand-to-hand combat, at this moment, the sound of continuous machine gun shooting suddenly came from the side and rear of the natives, followed closely by more intensive gunfire.

Reinforcements have finally arrived!

"Puff puff……"

"Aah~"

Blood mist exploded on countless natives, and the strong impact of the bullets even pushed their feet off the ground and fell to the ground.

The Gatling heavy machine gun once again perfectly demonstrated its terrifying lethality. The dense rain of bullets carved out a large vacuum area on the side and rear of the natives in just a few breaths.

"Ming Army! Ming Army has an ambush."

"Run for your life!"

"Run away quickly, the Ming army is going to kill us all!"

Although the natives suffered heavy losses, they knew that with their absolute numerical superiority, they could win as long as they worked harder.

However, a large number of Ming troops suddenly appeared from the side and rear, directly defeating the psychological defense of the indigenous people.They had already suffered heavy casualties and could no longer hold on.

The natives gave up the attack on the outpost without hesitation, turned around and fled.

Hama did not stop him this time, because he once again saw the fire-breathing monster of the Ming army. Having experienced the battle in Manila, he knew that in the face of such a massacre weapon, his numerical advantage was gone.

Moreover, his right hand was also hit by a bullet. The unstoppable bleeding and severe pain made him pale and sweating.Now whether he can survive or not is already a question.

"saved!"

"If the natives run away, we don't have to die."

"Thank God, thank the Ming army!"

"Damn natives, my poor Lilia!"

……

The natives were defeated, and the refugees who survived the disaster were either laughing maniacally, thanking God, thanking the Ming army, or kneeling on the ground crying, and some were even considering how to join the Ming Dynasty.

After experiencing this series of things, they have realized that in front of the Ming army, with the ridiculous combat power of the Spanish army, once they fight the Ming army, the result will probably not be much different from the current natives.

And those dozens of tall Spanish soldiers had a strong desire to survive!

The moment the natives were defeated, they dropped their weapons. At this moment, they all squatted on the ground like little chickens, waiting for the Ming army to receive them.

Their top leader, Administrative Officer Kleist, walked up to Jia Jing with a shy smile.

"Dear Sir Jia Jing of the Ming Dynasty, on behalf of all the officers and soldiers of San Ferrando City, I surrender to the Ming Empire!"

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