Ye Chunqiu was holding a telescope and was observing the enemy situation intently. Otherwise, he heard what Zhu Houzhao said next to him, and quickly put down the telescope and said, "Your Majesty has never experienced a battle, so you must not..."

Zhu Houzhao showed some helplessness, but then there was excitement in his eyes. He saw the corpses left by the Portuguese. It was the corpses on the ground. He had never felt so happy. He was like a calf, a little eager to try, and he wanted to scream and raise his sword to rush into the other party's formation, but...

A faint sigh, it was obvious that the hero was useless.

At this time, the Portuguese had red eyes.

The loss is heavy. The current situation can be described as heavy losses. The remaining more than a thousand soldiers have actually developed a desire to retreat. However, they are all old soldiers. Although they have become afraid in their hearts, they still know that at this moment, they cannot leave their backs to their enemies, as they will only die even more miserable.

If you want to survive, you can only defeat the enemy.

The commander who beat the drum was shot and killed. He was shot in the chest with a gun, and then fell to the ground with a muffled groan. Before he died, he beat the last small drum. His drum sound accompanied the Portuguese conquering North Africa, South Africa, India, the ocean, and heaven.

But now... the drums have come to an abrupt end.

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The gunshots seemed to have not stopped. Alfonso finally realized that his poor gun knowledge could not imagine that there were such magical weapons in the world. He was not only afraid, but also timid. He moved forward slightly tremblingly, and silently chanting God's blessing in his heart in the rain of bullets.

I don't know how many people died, how many corpses left behind, blood everywhere, and howling everywhere. Finally, when they reached one hundred and fifty steps, Alfonso prepared to issue an order without hesitation. He wanted to attack, and he had to attack, and to give these people a color. He roared like an angry lion: "Shoot!"

"Shoot!" Because there is no drum sound, I can only rely on shouting to convey the order.

The soldiers who had already loaded the ammunition were about to raise their guns. In fact, at this time, the so-called Spanish formation was already broken. The only thing the Portuguese wanted to do now was just to fight tooth.

They were so frustrated, so suppressed too hard that they had fallen into a state of madness, but at this time...

At this time, Xu Jie was in the back team, listening to the unstoppable gunshots, and looking at the Portuguese legion, not far away, when he fell down alone, Xu Jie was already ready to beat him.

Finally, the whistle sounded again. This time the whistle was four long and two short. This was obviously not a signal of an ordinary attack, but a command of a grenadier attack.

Xu Jie almost burst into tears, and finally waited. When he saw the Portuguese falling to the ground, it was so heartbreaking. It hurt so much. If he continued to fight like this, where would there be a place where the grenadiers could use their skills?

As soon as the order was issued, Xu Jie, who had been waiting for a long time in an unbearable state, took out the grenade without hesitation and directly pulled out the insurance. Then the people in the front team moved sideways away from the position of one person. He rushed out with many grenade soldiers. Then, they threw the grenade out with familiar movements that were no longer familiar. At this time, it was impossible to strike accurately, and it was enough to be thrown into a rough direction.

Fifty or sixty grenades flew into the air, with white smoke coming out of the rear tail, and then a perfect arc was drawn in the sky.

Alfonso saw something coming from the sky, and the gunshots obviously weakened a little, which gave him a chance to breathe and was determined to return to his face. He even thought in his heart that he still had a chance to win. Although more than half of the casualties were killed or killed, he finally walked through the distance that was like hell. The raiders and spearmen could finally attack and vent their hatred at will.

The thought just came out, and suddenly, a huge roar came.

The Portuguese were very familiar with gunpowder, but for the first time they had seen such an explosion, more than fifty grenades exploded in many places, and then suddenly, countless smoke and dust filled the sky, and many Portuguese were directly blown into the sky. Naturally, only some of their bodies were flying around in the air.

The countless rolled up gravel was swept by the huge impact force and hit the Franchise man in the distance. The charred crater was hard to tell the body, but the thick smoke was enough to suffocate.

Rumble...

Everyone was fooled.

Alfonso had been driven out by a huge impact force for more than one meter away, and he fell to the ground. Then countless sand and gravel and dust almost covered him. His beautiful three-legged hat was gone, and even his military uniform was covered with thick dust. He coughed desperately and breathed hard. When he stood up, he ignored the roaring sound in his ears, but he had discovered that at this moment, countless people had died around the dozens of craters.

Heavy losses again...

From the beginning, what they suffered was a more terrifying scene than a storm. With their courage and military qualities, they continued to move forward, thinking that the number of people and rich war experience could make up for the generational gap in weapons. But now, Alfonso finally realized that this was not a war, it was a massacre. In the past, the Portuguese slaughtered others, but now, they became other people's pigs and sheep, and were slaughtered by others.

His face looked extremely pale, and he could no longer care about where his wig and three-legged hat went. He quickly pulled out his own sword from his waist. He was about to shout at the top of his throat, but found that the dust had entered his esophagus, so he coughed desperately again.

At this time, the last little morale of the Portuguese had plummeted.

They originally thought that they were here to slaughter others and conquer others, but they never expected that they would be so bad in the end.

At this moment, the army was defeated like a mountain. When the grenade blows countless people away, their last little courage has been lost.

Countless people cried and told their parents to climb on the ground. Some people lost the spear and the grenade in their hands, and wanted to escape. However, in the rolling smoke and dust, the gunshots over there were still loud, and countless people fell down again. Many people couldn't tell the direction, running around like headless flies.

This time... I lost completely and I lost extremely frustratedly.

All dreams have fallen into vain. What restores the glory of passion, kills all pagans, and seizes wealth from the East, are now in vain.
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