Ye Chunqiu was holding the telescope and was concentrating on observing the enemy's situation, but he heard what Zhu Houzhao next to him said, and hurriedly put down the telescope, and said: "Your Majesty has not experienced a battle, so you can't."
Zhu Houzhao showed a little helplessness, but then, there was excitement in his eyes, he saw the corpse left by the Portuguese in a place, not wrong, it was a corpse in a place, he had never felt so happy, he was like a little calf, a little eager to try, and he couldn't wait to scream and raise his sword to rush into front of the other party, just A faint sigh, obviously there is no place for heroes.
And by this time, the Portuguese were already red-eyed.
Heavy losses, the current situation, can really be described as heavy losses, the remaining more than a thousand soldiers, in fact, have already begun to retreat, but they are all old soldiers, although they have feared in their hearts, but they still know that at this moment, they can't leave their backs to their enemies, that will only die more miserably.
The only way to survive is to defeat the enemy.
The commander of the drum had been shot, he was shot in the chest, and then he fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, and before he died, he struck the last small drum, and his drum accompanied the Portuguese conquest of North Africa, South Africa, India, the ocean, and the heavens.
But now the drums stopped abruptly.
Bang bang As if the gunfire had not stopped, Alfonso finally realized that his poor knowledge of firearms could not imagine that there was such a weapon in the world, and he was now not only afraid, but even timid, and he trembled forward slightly, in the midst of the rain of bullets, silently thinking in his heart God bless.
I don't know how many people died, how many corpses were left, there was blood everywhere, there were wails everywhere, and finally, when they had reached a hundred and fifty paces, Alfonso did not hesitate to give the order, he was going to attack, he had to attack, to give these people back the color, and like an angry lion, he let out a roar: "Shoot" "Shooting" had no drum sound, so it had to rely on shouting to convey orders.
The soldiers who had already loaded their ammunition were about to raise their guns, but in fact, at this time, the so-called Spanish phalanx had long been in tatters, and the only thing the Portuguese wanted to do now was to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth.
They are so aggrieved, they are too repressed, and they have fallen into a state of madness, but at this time At this time, Xu Jie was in the back team, listening to the non-stop gunshots, and looking not far away, in the Portuguese legion, one person fell, and Xu Jie was already gearing up.
Finally, the whistle sounded again, this time four long and two short, which was clearly not a signal for an ordinary attack, but an order for a grenadier attack.
Xu Jie almost burst into tears, and finally waited, when he saw the Portuguese fall to the ground one by one, it was a heart-wrenching pain, it hurt so much, if he continued to fight like this, where would there be a place for grenadiers As soon as the order came out, Xu Jie, who had been waiting for a long time in impatience, took out the grenade without hesitation, and directly opened the insurance, and then the people in the front team sideways gave way to a person's position, and he rushed out with many grenadiers.
Fifty or sixty grenades flew into the air, white smoke rising from their tails, and then perfectly arced through the sky.
Alfonso saw something in the sky, and the sound of the gunfire had obviously subsided a little, which gave him a chance to breathe, and when he was determined to return the color, he even thought in his heart that he still had a chance to win, although he had suffered more than half of the casualties, but at last he had crossed the distance to hell, and the arquebusiers could finally attack, and they could vent their hatred at will.
The thought had just come to mind, and suddenly, a loud roar came.
The Portuguese are very familiar with gunpowder, but this is the first time they have seen such an explosion, more than 50 grenades exploded in many places, and then all of a sudden, countless smoke and dust filled the sky, and many Portuguese were directly blown into the sky, naturally, only part of the body flew in the air.
The countless rubble rolled up, carried by the huge impact, hit the Francoji man in the distance, and the corpses were already indistinguishable from the charred crater, but the smoke was enough to suffocate.
Thundered Everyone was beaten.
Alfonso had been rushed out more than a meter away by the huge impact, and the whole person fell to the ground, and then countless gravels and dust almost covered him, his beautiful three-legged hat had long been gone, and even his military jacket was covered with a thick layer of dust, he coughed desperately, tried to breathe, and waited for him to stagger to his feet, ignoring the roaring sound echoing in his ears, but he had found that at this moment, around the dozens of craters, I don't know how many people had died.
Again, heavy losses From the very beginning, they suffered a scene more terrible than the storm, with courage and military qualities, they still moved forward, thinking that their numerical superiority and rich experience in war could make up for the generation gap in weapons, but now, Alfonso finally realized that this was not a war, this was a massacre, once the Portuguese slaughtered others, now they are reversed, they have become other people's pigs and sheep, to be slaughtered.
His face was so pale that he couldn't care where his wig and three-legged hat had gone, and he quickly drew his thin sword from his waist, and just as he was about to shout at the top of his throat, he found the dust in his esophagus, and he coughed desperately again.
By this time, the last vestiges of the Portuguese morale had plummeted.
They originally thought that they were here to slaughter and conquer others, but they never expected that in the end, they would be so bad.
At this moment, it can be said that the army is defeated, and when the grenade blows up countless people, their last bit of courage has also been lost.
Countless people cried and crawled on the ground, some lost their spears and arquebuses, and tried to flee with their legs, but in the billowing smoke and dust, the gunshots over there were still loud, and countless people fell down with a pop, and many people could not see the direction, and scurried around like headless flies.
This time he lost completely, and he lost very aggrievedly.
All the dreams have been dashed, and what is to restore the glory of Jidu, what is to kill the infidels, what is to seize the wealth of the East, and now it has come to naught.
Now, they just want to save their lives. aa2705221: