Da Ming started to ascend the throne

Chapter 563 Decisive Battle at the Manor
The Liu family didn't have people on the ground, there were also dozens of gunmen on the roof.

They not only shoulder the identity of observers, but also the last line of defense of the Liu family.

Once an enemy sneaks into Liu's manor, they must immediately kill the enemy and ensure the safety of women, children and the elderly in the inner house.

Seeing the dark crowd, someone immediately raised the binoculars, and it turned out that it was a large army of natives and Japanese rogues, as many as [-] to [-].

Behind these barbarians, there are thousands of Spanish colonial soldiers with live ammunition. Their ranks are neatly divided, and they look like well-trained regular troops.

The observation post felt that his hands began to tremble. There were too many people on the other side, and the Chinese team only had more than 4000 people, and only more than 2000 muskets.

"My lord, those barbarians are here. There are tens of thousands of them, and there are thousands of Spanish soldiers behind them. Let everyone prepare for battle."

When Zhan Zhao heard the report from the observation post, he immediately waved his hand:

"Hurry up, load the bullets and stand up. For the sake of the [-] compatriots behind us, even if we all die in battle today, we can't take a step back. Everyone must obey the command. Don't shoot indiscriminately without orders. Did you hear me?"

The four thousand Chinese and Jin Yiwei shouted almost at the same time:

"Don't worry, my lord. I'm afraid there is only one person left. We don't think we will retreat. We must not let these colonists and barbarians slaughter our Chinese children again. Long live Ming Dynasty!"

Zhan Zhao nodded in satisfaction, raised the flintlock gun in his hand and shouted:

"Okay, you are now the Ming army, although you have not yet joined the establishment, since you have taken up arms to defend my Chinese children, you are my Ming soldiers.

If you die in the battle, you are also my Ming heroes, and when Ming wins this land, you will officially become the masters here, let us fight for Huaxia, the Ming army is mighty..."

Zhan Zhao is very good at instigating and boosting morale. When he said this, the blood of the Chinese present was excited.

They all forgot their fear and nervousness for the time being, and immediately wanted to blow the heads of those barbarians, they all raised their flintlock guns high, and shouted in unison with Zhan Zhao:

"The mighty Ming army"

"Kill all the barbarians"

"Revitalize China"

……

After a burst of earth-shattering shouts, they immediately loaded the bullets, placed the flintlock guns on the wooden wall, pointed the muzzles at the incoming enemy, and were ready to pull the trigger at any time.

The battle ahead was fierce, and the Chinese had never used guns. The aborigines and Japanese on the island never thought that the Chinese would have firearms.

The Spanish soldiers following them, of course, did not expect the Chinese to have firearms.

They think that the management of firearms owned by the Chinese is extremely strict, and it is impossible for the Chinese to obtain firearms, especially muskets.

This group of people was flying while flying swords in their hands. They were all suffocated to death in the battle of the Liu family's old house. Today, they must avenge their shame and kill all Ming people.

The Spanish Colonel Raiden at the back of the team was riding on a tall horse with a proud expression on his face. He was very confident that the Chinese would never have a chance to escape this time.

Raising the binoculars in his hand, he looked at Liu's Manor. When he saw the appearance of Liu's Manor clearly, Leiden frowned immediately:
"Nimma, these Ming people have been prepared for a long time, and the entire perimeter of the manor is actually built with wooden walls. This kind of wooden walls are usually thought to prevent theft.

Looking at it now, this is not the case at all. This is a standard military defense, and our flintlock guns simply cannot penetrate such a wooden wall.

Send me an order to let the natives come forward and tear down the wooden wall. No matter what the price is, they must tear down the wooden wall of the Liu family. "

"Yes"

The messenger immediately urged the horse to come to the native leader:
"The colonel has an order, ordering you to go forward and tear down the row of wooden walls in front of the Chinese, or you will come to see me."

After receiving the order, several savage and ignorant but very cruel indigenous leaders not only did not feel embarrassed at all, but laughed wildly:
"Yes, please tell the colonel, the military master, what is the small wooden wall, we will tear it down immediately, you must know that there are a lot of good things in there, not only piles of gold and silver, but also beautiful Chinese beauties."

"Hmph, take care of yourself. The colonel doesn't want to know the process. He only needs the result, executes the order, and immediately speeds up the attack tempo, so..."

The messengers immediately slapped their horses and left, completely ignoring the wild words of the native leaders. They only needed to see the row of wooden walls in front of the Chinese being pushed down.

"Brothers, do you see the manor in front of you? The people we are looking for, the gold, silver and women we are looking for are all there. Go over and tear down the fence, rush..."

"Come on, kill, kill all these Ming people from the mainland. They took away our jobs and our wealth. We want these Ming people to pay back a hundred times..."

These ferocious, ignorant, lazy and ignorant natives yelled and sped up their pace, rushing towards Liu's manor. The row of simple wooden walls, in their eyes, was a tofu project.

As they got closer and closer to the wooden wall, they seemed to have seen the beautiful Chinese beauties and the mountains of gold and silver in the manor, which immediately belonged to them.

Zhan Zhao and the others stood behind the wooden wall, staring closely at the approaching natives, waiting for the group of barbarians to enter the range of their flintlock guns, and they were going to teach the natives how to behave in the next life.

The flintlock guns of the Ming Dynasty are all improved versions, and the effective shooting distance is about [-] steps. This is a firearm eliminated by the Ming Dynasty, but it is also more powerful than the flintlock guns of the Spaniards.

When seeing the aborigines charging about 180 paces, Zhan Zhao aimed his gun at the aborigine who rushed in the front, still explaining to the Chinese shooter:

"Everyone, don't worry, stay calm, and wait for the savages to enter the range of the flintlock before shooting."

"170"

"160"

"150"

"140"

"Prepare……"

"Bang bang..."

Just as Zhan Zhao said he was ready, someone suddenly pulled the trigger of the flintlock due to excessive nervousness.

Zhan Zhao shook his head helplessly, this is a common problem of recruits, it is not intentional, but caused by nervousness.

"Attention, there are still 20 meters to shoot."

The metasequoia at a distance of 140 meters can also hit those aborigines, but because the distance is a bit far, it cannot cause the most fatal blow to the aborigines.

While charging, the natives were thinking about how to take home the things from Ming's house, when they suddenly heard a burst of gunshots, and then felt something hit them.

Looking down, I saw that my shoulder was hit by a bullet, only a little bit of skin was broken, and it did not cause much damage to the natives.

You thought you were shot to death just now, but now you see that there is no harm at all, the native couldn't help but shouted:

"Haha, it turns out that Mingren still has a gun in his hand, but this kind of gun is no different from a decoration, so don't take credit from me."

After all this native said, he was the first to rush to the wooden wall of Liu's house, and he was afraid of a firearm that did no harm to people. "

"120 steps"

"shot……"

"boom"

After seeing the enemy coming into range, Zhan Zhao immediately ordered to open fire, and then shot the head of the native who was still screaming.

"Bang bang bang..."

The others immediately followed Zhan Zhao and pulled the trigger. As the flintlock guns in the hands of the Chinese began to spew out anger, the natives rushing forward fell down one after another.

(End of this chapter)