open sea

Chapter 1216 Firepower
The soldiers of the Western Army who were still stationed in Colombia waited anxiously, waiting for the order from the Governor's Office to allow them to withdraw to Peru.

But everyone knew that they couldn't leave until the rest of the work was done.

In the small town of Pereira in the south of Medellin, Colombia, there is a meandering river flowing on the north bank of the town, and both sides are fertile soil suitable for planting crops. Many years ago, the Spaniards discovered that there were associated veins of silver and lead in the surrounding mountains. , established the town on the basis of the indigenous tribes of the Incas.

They did not drive away the aborigines, but this is by no means human mercy, but no matter how fertile the land is uncultivated, crops will not grow, and no matter how rich the ore veins are, they will not emerge from the ground without mining .

But farming is too tiring and mining is too dangerous. Of course, such things must be left to the aborigines.

Perhaps because of the turmoil in the current situation, the Spanish outpost built with white walls and orange tiles that have been in disrepair for a long time looks like a layer of gray haze. The young musketeers on the outpost look depressed, and the Spanish light musketeers do not wear armor to maintain costs. His distressed expression is obviously not because he only has a simple yellow uniform, but because his colleagues in the lower ranks are drinking and talking and laughing, but he has to stand alone on the guard tower and stare at the endless black eyes.

"The good days are coming to an end, you know, tomorrow is Daming's new year."

On the lower floor of the sentry tower, a Spanish soldier with a big beard walking crookedly was coming up from the basement with two bottles of wine. His high moccasin boots creaked on the wooden ladder. He kicked the aboriginal prisoner who stretched out his hand to beg for food on the ground, and complained: "The Ming army celebrates the New Year, we can also celebrate our good days like the Ming army... There is no war, it is a good life, it is so fucking funny, so we live it How long did it take us to become like this.”

The outpost was built during the heyday of Spanish power in the New World. At that time, Pereira was a large aboriginal tribe. More than 3000 natives were mobilized to build courtyard walls and houses including the outpost. The outpost is divided into upper, middle and lower floors. , the upper floor can be used to stand guard, the lower floor is used as a cell and warehouse underground, the large yard outside the middle floor can raise chickens, dogs and horses, and a well has been dug to build a high wall to prevent the enemy's surprise attack.

Facts have proved that they were overthinking, as long as a hundred Spanish warriors, they could rely on outposts to deal with the attacks of thousands of aborigines, and there was no need for comprehensive defense.

The old Spanish warriors recalled their heroic glory. When they were sent by the king to board the ship, all they expected was a war worthy of their own glory. Tell them again that things in the New World are very backward and only look like human animals. It is the gods who guide them to fight here, and the glory will eventually return to heaven.

In fact, as long as you start, the rest is not that difficult. If you don’t kill them, those aboriginals with wooden spears and stone arrows will kill you. In this land where there are more aboriginals than weeds, as a minority They must fight valiantly if they want to survive.

Good and evil, right and wrong are no longer important, what matters is being alive, and it would be even better if you can still see things being dug out of the silver mine while you are alive.

This is how life goes, Pereira sends tons of silver and dozens of tons of lead to Peru every year, even though they have nothing in their own pockets, even though they were soldiers when they came, they are still soldiers now, but after all, they are sent to the New World People here, except for high-ranking officials and nobles, are all people with little ability. If they really have the ability, they can live well anywhere, so why come here to do coolies?
They don't know whose pocket the silver went to in the end. They only know that the governor's defense to the Indian Affairs Committee and the king said that Peru doesn't have that much silver, which is definitely not the case.

But that doesn't matter to them, as long as they take care of their small outpost and keep an eye on the surrounding mines, they will be able to live forever in a life that is unimaginable in Spain-they are all in danger of contracting the French disease!
French disease, my God... Is this something that ordinary people can get if they think about it?
For this reason, they have never regretted fighting.

Until Mingxi had a big somersault in a war, it was a real big somersault, and the firepower, equipment, and warships were not far behind.

The second war in Mingxi could not be called a somersault. The Peruvian Legion didn’t even go to war. It just met the Nantang ship at sea and was sunk after a Galen warship was sunk. The war on the front line in Mexico proved the governor Toledo’s decision to withdraw troops. The decision is correct.

Gunpowder did not destroy their courage. It was the veteran soldiers who killed and wounded their courage.

The Spanish Legion could charge with bursts of blunderbusses, but one piece of information proved that the firepower of the Ming army was increasing day by day, and then they needed to charge with long-range rockets, short-range rockets, grenades, and blunderbusses... The battle became hopeless struggle.

The veteran unscrewed the cork from the bottle, raised his head and took a sip down his throat. The dark red wine stained his dry and dirty beard, and he grumbled: "Why doesn't the commander of the army understand? Fighting against the Ming army, our firepower has fallen behind to keep up with the natives, and Godot even went to provoke the Ming army."

The wine bottle was placed on the damp and rotten wooden table, and was immediately taken away by a hand stretched out beside it. The owner of the hand had a free and easy smile on his face: "The monk said that one of the natives and the Ming army is a beast, and the other is a devil. No one is considered human, no one wants to duel with the devil, but are we really inferior to wild beasts in firepower?"

"What do you think?"

The veteran spoke with certainty, his eyes widened and he said: "Few people in the team captured by the natives have escaped. Remember the old Bao Nuo whose leg was blown off? Five of them had two guns. First, they stepped on a landmine and were blown up." Two people were injured, three natives came to attack them with wooden cannons, two men with stone axes came up and chopped them up, and one came to kill them with a musket."

"If he hadn't played dead, Old Bao Nuo wouldn't have survived."

"We will be their targets sooner or later. Twelve people have no guns, but only eight muskets. As long as there are more indigenous people than us, we will die."

The younger soldier thought deeply, and said: "In this case, the commander of Godot's army has actually done a good thing. The governor asked us to escort the last ore back. At least we don't have to go to the village to search for indigenous miners. If we stay here, it will be a waste of time." ……What's wrong?"

While they were talking, they heard the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs, and the dust from the wooden ladder fell all over the table, and they looked up at the pale-faced sentinel standing at the corner of the stairs.

He opened his mouth, with a cowardly expression on his face, raised his arms and slowly pointed to the outside, saying: "We, we are surrounded."

When the Spanish veterans in the outpost climbed to the top floor, hundreds of torches outside the high wall of the outpost were illuminated like daylight. Hundreds of aborigines gathered outside the outpost holding torches, and several wooden cannons were aligned. them.

　early!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)