At this time, teams of Portuguese were arranged in sequence and formed in densely.

The Portuguese with an elliptical iron helmet on their heads looked very relaxed. Musketeers holding a message gun were wearing plate armor that only covered their chests, and walked forward with ease. This was obviously an offensive formation, while the rest of the spearmen guarded their wings.

This Spanish phalanx was the magic weapon for the Spanish to expel Arab forces in the Middle Ages. They adopted a formation system called infantry regiments to replace the old "combat brigades" in the medieval period. The entire phalanx was arranged in three columns. In this way, each infantry regiment had a total force of more than 3,000 people. When the infantry regiment became the standard formation of the Spanish army, the sword and shield soldiers and halberd soldiers disappeared, and the infantry regiment composed of spearmen and confuse gunmen was called the Spanish phalanx.

Now Governor Alfonso is leading the size of an infantry regiment. Portugal was once the territory of Spain, so there was no difference in the military system. They proudly used the melee as a column, leaving only a few spearmen. Obviously, they did not intend to defend, but used fast attacks to end the battle as soon as possible.

There were occasional laughter in the queue, and the contempt for the Han army had obviously become the only joke of these boring Portuguese people. After all, after several battles, the combat effectiveness of the Han army has been verified, and now it is time to give them a heavy punch.

Alfonso indulged in the irregular behavior of these Portuguese soldiers, and even the occasional whistle and clamor of showing off his might, which made him smile.

In fact, to a certain extent, yes... the Han soldiers on the opposite side are very small, and the vast majority are, well... how to say it, most of them seem very immature. At first glance, they look like weak chickens, hundreds of Han soldiers dare to put them in front of the ever-winning army of 3,000 Portugal, which seems funny and ridiculous.

However... to a certain extent, Alfonso still admired the fearless actions of these Han soldiers. He knew that they would die without any retreat. Through the telescope, he could even see that the other party maintained high morale. The morale could be seen from the columns they listed. They were divided into three columns, very neat. He couldn't help but be amazed. He was familiar with military affairs and the tidy answers. It was very clear that the order of the square formation was definitely not a short answer. This was related to the morale of an army and the level of practice in daily life. It was obvious that the opposite was a professional army, with a very neat military appearance and meticulous formation, comparable to those of the Swiss, and even... it might be more clever.

But...so what?

Alfonso couldn't help but shake his head and smile, thinking that these people would soon become their guns, just like the Ming soldiers before, but... the next moment, the smile on his lips froze with a bit of mockery and pity. He saw a huge cross inserted in front of the other party's formation, and someone was tied to it.

Alfonso saw clearly the face of the poor man through the telescope. It was Wang Hanzhong.

This is a scene when God was martyred, but now, the person tied up is not God, but Wang Hanzhong.

Alfonso was immediately angry. The Portuguese were all devout Catholics. Because they had been invaded by the Arabs, they were the most loyal. The Portuguese were once a vassal of the Spanish kings. Their king even regarded themselves as the protector of Catholicism. Now, an native of the East actually enjoyed the treatment of God.

Alfonso felt that tying Wang Hanzhong to the cross was an insult to his belief. He looked at Wang Hanzhong with disdain, and then, with disdain and more explicit hatred, he passed the telescope and his eyes fell on the two boys in front of the other side.

These two people actually looked like the other party's leaders, haha... it's time to teach them a lesson. Cut off their heads and hang them on the canvas. Then enter Tianjin City. This is the heart of this ancient empire. As long as you control it, you can threaten their capital and cut off their tax channels. At that time, you can do whatever you want.

Alfonso no longer looked at Wang Hanzhong, his face became cold, and he waved his hand and decided to attack.

So the messenger beat the drum, and the fuses and spearmen began to move forward at the rhythm. Although they began to advance, their formation was still neat. This was the result of long-term training. The sailors who came to the east had no knights and archers, most of them were farmers and poor people. Only these people could endure the endless bumps on the sea, endure the bugs on the ship as their companions, and be afraid of the storm for the wealth of the East. However, when the fuses were popular, even the farmers had a considerable combat power after training.

Governor Alfonso was very confident. He got off the horse and appeared on the side of the team in person, directing the team forward.

At this time, laughter came from the queue, and some even shouted: "Kill all their men..."

"The woman who killed them..."

"How to do it..."

Everyone laughed again...

They were relaxed and happy before the battle. To this day, they still remembered the pleasant experience of the country of Manraga. The men killed them all, and the women surrendered to their tyranny. A Portuguese farmer could break into the palace of Manraga without restraint, take away the ornaments decorated with gold foil as he pleases, and enjoy the noble women that no one could imagine before.

So they became even more excited, and some people started to whistle, and many people blew together, gathering into more and more storms.

The priest who followed the army held the Bible and drew a cross, chanting: "May God bless you to destroy the pagans. If you suffer martyrdom, your sins will be forgiven at that moment and the glory of the immortal kingdom of heaven..."

The vast and densely packed Portuguese made all the new army members in Zhenguo feel familiar. For example, their fighting style is very similar to the new army in Zhenguo, and they are all moving in line. The new army members in Zhenguo instantly felt the uniqueness of these people. They could not hear the other party's shouts and killing, nor did they have the kind of straightforward people rushing out of the queue and making any brave moves. They kept moving in the queue no matter what.

Suddenly, everyone understood that today's battle was not an ordinary enemy. This was the first time that the students used rifles to fight. To some extent, they would rather hold the steel spear tightly because the steel spear seemed to give them a more down-to-earth feeling.
Chapter completed!