Ming Zuo

Chapter 1479 Promise and Rejection
Since coming to the New World, in the consciousness of the Spaniards, they are invincible at sea.

The aborigines only see the land under their feet, and they can only make some simple rafts.

So as long as they drive around in a boat, they can plunder wealth wantonly.

Seeing that the coming ships were destroyed in the blink of an eye, and the newly appeared warships were not only numerous, but also extremely powerful, Alsimmons and the others were all dumbfounded.

"Damn it, there are people here too."

The Spaniards spotted a battalion rounding to the west.

But what if you know?
There are more than 300 people in the first battalion, which is three times their number.

"Go south and find a way to go back."

What lies to the south, Alsimmons does not know.But he didn't want to fall into the hands of these terrifying enemies. After all, no one wants to hand over life and death to others.

But if they want to escape, they must defeat the first battalion before the arrival of the huge army from the east.

The Spaniards were brave.

They began to load their muskets, and watched the advance of the [-]st Battalion.

They often fight more with less in the New World, and they are not very nervous at this moment.

However, they had no idea what kind of army they were facing.

Watching the first battalion enter within 200 meters, the Spaniards did not rush to shoot.

If their flintlock guns are to be accurate, it is best to put the enemy within a hundred meters, and they have to shoot them intensively.

But the first battalion opened fire.

Bang bang bang Among the slightly messy gun gods, more than a dozen Spaniards fell in response and were killed on the spot.

All those who were still alive felt a chill in their hearts.

What kind of musket is this?
Why can it hit so far and so accurately?

"fight back."

Al Simmons was going crazy.

He really wanted to figure out who the enemy in front of him was.

Although the Governor-General of New Spain already knew the news of the empire's capture of Luzon, and the successive waves of reinforcements sent all went without return.

But for the Spaniards living here, the empire is still too far away.

They have never seen the empire at all, and they don't know what the empire looks like.

This sense of unknown has increased the fear of the Spaniards.

They began to fight back indiscriminately.

But the flintlocks in their hands are not as accurate as the Minie rifles.

A round of bullets went out, and everything fell through.

The loose formation of the first battalion also made it difficult for them to aim.

But the firepower of the first battalion was very accurate.

Under the second wave of blows, a dozen more Spaniards were killed.

Seeing that one-fifth of the troops were gone, Alsimmons lost his courage and turned around and ran away.

He is so, and so are the other Spaniards.

Seeing that the Spaniards wanted to escape, the Wehrmacht immediately launched a pursuit.

On the very primitive land of the North American continent, two teams of newcomers fought to the death.

At this time, the main force also copied from the east, besieging the remaining Spaniards at the foot of the mountain in the south.

When the Spaniards began to climb up the hill, the Wehrmacht snipers began to call the names.

Come out one, kill one.

If so several times, the Spaniards despaired.

They have nowhere to go.

At this time, Monterrey had already run back to the tribe, and brought the chief and others over.

The chief is an old man in his 40s.

Yes.

In the difficult living environment, the indigenous people in their 40s already look very old.

Looking at the defense force stronger than the Spaniards, Chief Henaci was very careful.

"Dear guests from afar, thank you very much for your life-saving grace. From now on, you will be the best friends of the Alutu people."

This tribe belongs to the Chumash people of North America, the Arutu tribe.

The Alutu tribe has lived in this place with rich water and grass for thousands of years, living a primitive but self-sufficient life.

Whether it is hunting from the mountains or fishing in the sea, it is enough for life.

The age of great voyages broke their peaceful life.

This time, if the Wehrmacht hadn't happened to be nearby, they might have been wiped out by Alsimmons' Spanish adventure team.

However, in the bloody colonial era, there were many people who were more miserable than them.

According to the etiquette of Alutu Department, Fu Xinyuan and He Nazhe hugged.

"From now on, there will be more and more outsiders, and most of them are malicious. The Alutu Department needs to truly understand the world in order to survive."

Now what he said can already be heard by the natives.

Monterrey's eyes were red, watching the panicked Spaniards at the foot of the mountain gnashing their teeth.

"Dear Mr. Fu, please catch these demons. Many of our clansmen have been killed by them, and we want revenge."

"as you wish."

Fu Xinyuan waved his hand, and the National Defense Forces pushed the artillery up.

At a distance of several hundred meters, the artillery can shoot directly.

Two cannonballs were fired, and the place where the Spaniard was hiding was billowing with smoke and dust, but the nearby natives were also frightened and knelt down, chanting words.

In their view, the Thunder God in the sky did not make such a big move.

Monterrey and Henaci were so close, although they were terrified, but because they watched the operation process, their performance was passable.

But their expressions are very dignified.

They all thought, what should their tribe do in the future with such weapons?
Alsimmons didn't want to think about future problems, he only knew that the present was going to be over.

Looking at his companion who was blown to pieces, he cried out heart-piercingly.

"Quick, quick, raise the flag, surrender!"

Before the Wehrmacht fired the second round of shells, the Spaniards raised the white flag, anxiously waiting for the verdict of fate.

"Let them out."

Some officers stepped forward, raised their trumpets and shouted in Spanish: "Raise the muskets to the top of your head and line them up. Anyone who dares to move will be killed."

Although the words were murderous, all the Spaniards couldn't help showing joy when they heard the familiar language.Under the leadership of Al Simmons, he obediently walked out of the bunker.

After a not-so-intense battle, the Spanish adventure team became prisoners of the Wehrmacht.

Al Simmons was brought in front of Fu Xinyuan.

"Ask you what to say."

Al Simmons hurriedly asked: "Dear sir, if I tell everything, will I survive?"

Fu Xinyuan nodded.

"As long as you answer truthfully, I will not make it difficult for you. Don't think about lying, I will find other people to verify."

Only then did Alsimmons realize that he was cut off from the others.

These mighty enemies will surely question each other separately.

If there is any lying part in it, it will definitely be caught.

He nodded quickly.

"I must say everything."

More than three hours later, Fu Xinyuan and General Wu gathered a large amount of information about the Governor General of New Spain.

Al Simmons and the others looked eagerly.

"Dear sir and general, can we go?"

Fu Xinyuan nodded kindly.

"of course can."

He waved his hand, and some soldiers stepped forward and untied them all, but the weapons were not returned to them.

Al Simmons and the others didn't dare to ask for it, they just wanted to leave this terrifying place as soon as possible.

But before they took two steps, a group of natives blocked them with weapons.

Looking at the fierce anger in the native's eyes, Alsimmons instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Dear sir, you promised to let us go."

Fu Xinyuan spread his hands.

"Didn't I keep the agreement and let you go? As for whether these people are willing to let you go, it's out of my control."

Alsimmons didn't understand what was going on, and he yelled at him in shock and anger.

"You liar, God will never forgive you. You..."

Monterrey couldn't bear it any longer, and swung his tomahawk and slashed down.

Al Simmons' head suddenly became two petals.

This evil colonist finally paid the price he deserved.

(End of this chapter)