What made Mo Jinggong panic and fearful, was the famous Spanish phalanx. After decades of improvement and development, the number of firearms equipped by the Spanish phalanx has exceeded 75%.

This time, the one who came to the East was the elite among the elite, with a total of two groups and more than 6,000 people.

It is not easy to mobilize troops from thousands of miles away. Spain has done its best for these 6,000 people and spent a lot of time. In the past two years, the Ming Dynasty captured Mo Chao in northern Annan, and Spain also eroded Houli.

Their ambitions are not only that. Dongfan Island, which produces sugarcane, and Luzon, which has countless copper and gold deposits, are all the fat they want to get.

Even the Spaniards were thinking about attacking the Ming Dynasty, finding out the secrets of porcelain and raw silk, and taking the money tree into their own hands.

Don’t think that they are dreaming that Spain is colonizing everywhere and occupying even larger territory than the territory of the Ming Dynasty. It is invincible, which makes their confidence seriously expand, and it expands to the point where they can ignore the Ming Dynasty.

Governor Ajaton pointed to the corpses everywhere and arrogantly declared that he wanted to conquer the entire East and let the world's richest country surrender to Spain.

It is difficult for a Spaniard to understand how huge the Ming Dynasty was. They wiped out more than 20,000 Mo Chao's troops in one battle, which has far exceeded the sum of the national forces of many European countries. The Spaniards only paid more than 200 casualties.

A brilliant victory, a battle to destroy the country!

Ajiadun was immersed in the endless praise, including Zheng Song from Houli, who also flattered them, sent them treasures and presented the most beautiful women. In order to satisfy the appetites of these people, he did not hesitate to requisition buffaloes everywhere and deliver bloody steaks. In Annan's fields, only the thin farmer was left dragging the heavy plow and moving forward step by step...

October is a season of harvest. Spain and Houli gathered their troops to prepare to take down the land in the north in one fell swoop.

Just before they sent troops, the Ming army also launched.

The first thing that appeared was Qi Jimei's cavalry. They were like whirlwinds. Wherever they passed, they brought about killing, crazy bloodbaths, and huge fires that burned down the food they had just recovered. The food rations of the Annan people were gone and their homes were destroyed.

They were frightened and rushed to the city. Celebrities and gentry went to ask Zheng Song to send people to protect the ravaged people.

Zheng Song refused without hesitation. The strength of the Ming army was not something they could defeat at all. He would not use his precious troops to die.

Qi Jimei's killing in Annan lasted for half a month. After eating all the food, she left awkwardly. They left Annan with a total of 300,000 refugees...

The outpost battle ended, and the real decisive battle followed. Liu Xian personally commanded the eight thousand Ming army, five thousand mercenaries from the Beiyang Company, and 15,000 Mochao soldiers who were temporarily pieced together, and rushed towards Danang along the narrow plain.

The same coalition forces of Spain and Hou Li rushed out, and the two sides started the battle very much.

The Spanish phalanx was neat and powerful, meticulous. Similarly, the Ming army's battle formations were lined up and overwhelming. Both sides seemed to be carved from the same mold.

Of course, this is not surprising in the eyes of experts who know how to use firearms. The accuracy of front-loading guns is poor, and only by relying on the number of people to win and queuing up to kill is the best and the only choice.

The war drums rumbled, and the Ming army took the lead in launching the shooting. Blood continued to splatter on Spain's chest, one after another, like fireworks in the dark night, dazzling.

As they fell down one by one, it was amazing that the Spanish were not afraid, but rushed forward firmly.

The killings alone made the Annan people on both sides dizzy their souls. Whether it was Zheng Song or Mo Jinggong, they all sighed that they were not as good as their subordinates, absolutely could not do this level.

Finally, the Spaniards entered the range, and their muskets also sounded. The Ming army in the front row fell down quickly as if struck by lightning, rolling in pain on the ground, and blood stained the soil red.

Liu Xian's eyes were almost glaring. He had never encountered such a fierce opponent since the formation of the muskets. He gasped and ordered the Ming army to hold on.

The gunshots rang out one after another, and it was impossible to tell whether they were from the Spanish or the Ming army. They could only see both sides falling down, more and more casualties on the ground, and there was no time to rescue the wounded.

The two most powerful troops in the East and the West are hedging here. No one wants to retreat a step, and no one is willing to bear the consequences of defeat.

Only the key is that whoever can hold on to the end will win.

The fire was loaded and fired mechanically, and the smoke spreading made both sides unable to see each other's face, nor did they know their own results, so they were all left to keep shooting.

At this moment, two huge hot air balloons rose above Ming Jun's head.

Condescending, the situation on the battlefield is clear at a glance.

It was Qi Anguo who was responsible for observing the situation. He stood on the hanging basket and almost fainted. Rows of soldiers fell down. This was not a war, but a life-threatening fight!

He sorted out his thoughts and stabilized his mind. Suddenly he found a square formation of Spaniards pressing towards the Ming army from the side. He hurriedly waved the flag in his hand.

The Ming army below immediately changed its formation, and Liu Xian threw out the ace in his hand.

The tall grenadier rushed up quickly. They shook their long arms and threw the grenades into the middle of the Spaniards. They exploded in the air, and the goddess scattered flowers. The Spanish fell in large numbers. They were finally panicked. The Ming army actually had tricks they didn't know.

At this moment, Qi Jimei led the cavalry, wearing bright breastplates, and quickly attacked, like thunder, and quickly arrived in front of the Spaniards.

Without saying anything, he raised his spear and pierced the other person's body.

Waving a long sabre, the big head flew up with the blade, blood soaring into the sky, making it sad and pleasant.

They were slaughtering with no force to stop them. The separated Spanish phalanx not only did not defeat the Ming army, but was beaten to the opposite side by the cavalry.

Qi Jimei had no time to deal with the remaining Spanish. It was the matter of the infantry behind him. His troops rushed to the Spanish's large formation.

The prepared rocket soared into the sky and exploded among the Spaniards.

"Hell, God, what did I see?"

Agaton hugged his head and shouted wildly. He swears that he can't believe his eyes. The distant East isn't there only silk and porcelain?

When did their firearms become so powerful? They actually have a killer weapon that even the Spanish Empire does not have!

It's just a hell!

The rocket exploded. This time, there was no tincture oil inside. It was filled with broken iron pieces and lead balls and iron sand. It splashed on its body and blood holes one by one. The Spanish soldiers shouted wildly, and could no longer maintain a tight formation. They fled in all directions and lost the protection of their companions. The infantry became weak.

The cavalry formed a sharp sword and inserted it into the opponent's chest. The blood stained the soldiers' armor red. Their arms were numb and their throats were yelling. They were still fighting. The Spanish spearmen tried to block the momentum of the Ming army, but they were knocked away by heavy cavalry equipped with armor.

He fell heavily to the ground, bleeding blood, and even several ribs were broken.

The cavalry was like a crazy heavy hammer, hitting the Spanish phalanx with one hammer and another. Finally, the rock-solid opponent was shaken, loose, and broken...

Liu Xian's order flag was raised high, and the Ming army pushed forward all the way until dusk, when the Spanish were defeated and they fled back to Da Nang.

The Ming army won a crucial victory, but can this be considered a victory?

More than 1,500 soldiers were killed in battle, more than 1,000 were injured, and even the cavalry lost more than 500 people.

Even when facing Altan's cavalry, the Ming army's musketeers did not suffer such a big loss.

To be honest, the Ming army's muskets have advantages over the Spanish and their troops have advantages. They still fight at their doorstep, but they actually won a victory. Liu Xian felt that his old face was lost.

Facing the corpses everywhere and the pungent blood, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

When they came, Lord Yuan Fu repeatedly explained that the Spanish should not be underestimated. They were the darlings of the Age of Discovery, had huge colonies and were amazingly powerful. Moreover, their soldiers had experienced countless battles and crawled out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

In contrast, the Ming army seemed much weaker. Apart from attacking Altan in the north and sending troops to Annan, the Ming army had never fought overseas. It was already very satisfying to fight like this.

The Ming Dynasty won a precious victory in the true contest between the East and the West.

But Liu Xian couldn't forgive himself, he thought he could still fight better.

He wanted to use the blood of the Spanish to pay tribute to the dead soldiers, leave them forever on the land in the East, and make them regret it for the rest of their lives!

"go ahead!"

The Ming army briefly cleaned the battlefield and rushed forward immediately. This time, the dog-legged Mo Jinggong was completely convinced.

No one knows, but one is shocked. The heavenly soldiers and generals in his eyes are not opponents of the Ming army. Now he has no intention of resisting the Ming Dynasty. Even if he is asked to die now, he will draw his sword and commit suicide, and do it simply. Opposing the Ming army is even more terrifying than death!

Mo Chao's men surrounded Danang, and the Ming army acted as the supervisor. No matter how much life the price was spent, they would have to take down the city!

Liu Xianhong had naked eyes and was ruthless.

"Main Town, Mr. Wang is looking for you."

Liu Xian was stunned and saw someone coming with Wang Yin.

"It's the Ten Yue Gong!"

Wang Yin clasped his fists, "Congratulations to Mr. Liu, I will be in great power tomorrow, and from now on, I will stay in the Western barbarians!"

Liu Xian shook his head, "Ten Yue Gong, the essence of the Western Barbarians' fire weapons is not inferior to the Ming Dynasty. I am ashamed! We are all looking at the sky and underestimating the heroes of the world. No matter what, this group of Western Barbarians must kill them!" The old general gritted his teeth, obviously extremely angry.

"Haha, Mr. Liu, I dare to give advice, don't attack Da Nang for the time being."

"Ten Yue Gong, what do you mean?" Liu Xian was puzzled.

Wang Yin smiled faintly, "The Western Air Fleet is still there. Apart from their navy, I'm afraid that our Yuanfu will not even sleep well."
Chapter completed!