"I will never forget what happened that night in my life, especially when those killing gods appeared. My soul was hit hard, as if I had been shot... I fell down!"
The veteran's memoirs record every aspect of the Battle of Manila in detail, especially the most intense night of fighting.
"Our Spanish death squads have obviously controlled all the traffic arteries. In more than two hours, we repelled three large-scale attacks and two sneak attacks by the Chinese..."
"I have to admit, these Chinese people are really tenacious. Although they are not tall or strong, they are better at flexibility and strong will to fight!"
"I guess that the Chinese head of state must have given these people a lot of money for their sacrifice, maybe a thousand pesos... But thinking about these crazy soldiers who can carry a gun bag and launch suicide attacks, I think at least they should It’s a thousand pounds!”
"But I always have a feeling that these Chinese commanders have not let go of the fight. In fact, they have been suppressing the fighting enthusiasm of the soldiers!"
"Well, this is a feeling, as if the Chinese officers are afraid of casualties. They are constantly adjusting the rhythm of the battle. When the casualties increase significantly, someone will always order the soldiers to retreat and continue to retreat into the darkness..."
"And when you attack next time, you will find some new tactics...these Chinese are adjusting their tactics and the ratio of weapons and equipment every time they attack..."
"Damn, I just figured it out now. These people just use us as a whetstone to practice various tactics... They are not afraid of death, but they are not willing to die in vain!"
"What a group of cunning enemies... During these attacks, our physical strength and fighting will were gradually weakened, but at that time we were immersed in the excitement of receiving a huge reward and were completely unaware of the danger. s arrival……"
Bang bang bang... A burst of gunfire like fried beans ended the battle that lasted just over twenty minutes. The Chinese changed their tactics again. They used a company of troops to feign a frontal attack. Just as the two sides entered into a hand-to-hand fight, suddenly The reserves stormed the right flank of the position.
After a brief period of confusion, thanks to the timely arrival of reinforcements, the westernmost path of the defense line was finally defended!
The panting Spanish soldiers used bayonets to force the natives who were so frightened that they wet their pants to immediately carry sandbags and rebuild the defense line. The unlucky natives did not dare to resist, and they struggled to carry sandbags and wood one by one in the muddy water.
"Who has cigarettes... For God's sake give me one..."
"Why are these damn Chinese attacking endlessly? When will dawn come..."
People were cursing and sharing the last few cigarettes with each other. The injured were bandaging their wounds urgently, while others were sitting on the ground without saying a word and continuing to exert their strength.
"Who knows what time it is now?"
"It's 4:10 in the morning. It's the darkest hour before dawn. If we stay up until dawn, we will definitely win!"
"The general has transferred another 30,000 reinforcements from the south of the Philippines. They will definitely arrive tomorrow... Not only that, after dawn, the navy will support us with 200 artillery pieces and sufficient ammunition. We will definitely win..."
Regardless of whether the officer was telling the truth or a lie, the news temporarily calmed the morale of the army. The exhausted suicide squads, covered in blood, breathed in the cool bloody air of the morning, and then the white smoke mixed with tobacco tar continued to blow hard. spit it out.
The anesthesia and relaxation brought by nicotine made them quiet a lot, and everyone was enjoying the precious short-term peace after the bloody battle.
Only the natives were the most unlucky. They worked desperately under the threat of whips and bayonets. The remains of corpses on the ground that no one had collected had completely frightened them.
Even if a lizard or frog jumped out of the forest at this time, it would probably scare them half to death!
These Spanish death squads had barely had two cigarettes before they felt comfortable. The experienced veterans of the battlefield suddenly threw away their cigarettes and lay on the ground with their fingers still on their lips making a silencing gesture.
No one dared to move. The veteran suddenly raised his head and pulled out the bloody bayonet stuck on the wooden stake. He shouted, "There are enemies coming from the north! Get ready for battle... Damn it, The Chinese are here again!"
Not even ten seconds after he finished speaking, the trees and vegetation suddenly shook in the forest surrounding the battlefield, followed by the sound of gunshots.
The Chinese attack began again, and the indigenous soldiers who were repairing the fortifications were the first to suffer. Mauser's rain of bullets made them cry and howl. Their bodies were heavily smashed into the puddles, and dirty water splashed everywhere!
The screaming natives ran away like monkeys, and at this time the Spaniards were already looking for cover and getting ready to fight.
The low walls of artificial sandbags, the wooden piles smashed on the ground, and even the craters after explosions... all contained Spanish death squads who were dodging bullets.
Some of them hold bayonets, some hold sharp parang knives, and some officers even have European medieval knight sabers passed down from their families...
They know that the enemy's shooting in the dark is only used to lower morale, and the hand-to-hand combat that comes from behind is the real meal!
"Brothers! We have repelled three Chinese attacks! We have proven our combat effectiveness!"
"Whether this is the fourth attack or the fortieth attack...the warriors of Spain...we can still defeat them!"
"God bless Spain and the Catholic flag always flies!"
"Win this war... let us return home in glory!"
Long live! More than 300 suicide squad members roared together, and their momentum increased!
At this moment, the sound of boots trampling the ground suddenly sounded in the north. Without looking at people, they knew that at least two companies of more than 200 soldiers were launching a charge!
"Hahaha... here we come! The Chinese are here to die again! Get ready to fight, get ready for hand-to-hand combat!"
At this moment, the Spaniards had no choice but to fight hand-to-hand, because they had already run out of ammunition and could not find supporting artillery positions!
This night battle has become extremely chaotic!
Maybe these Spaniards themselves didn't realize that in the past they used to describe the Chinese with insulting nicknames such as 'dirty pig tails, yellow-skinned monkeys, ugly pagans', etc.
But today, after this killing, they subconsciously called them "Chinese, Chinese". Of course, these names must have some prefixes, such as bastard, despicable, barbaric, etc...
War is the most important event that touches the soul of mankind. Only by being strong can the opponent completely change the contempt and disdain in his soul!
Only the strong and the strong can be considered the same kind. In front of the strong, the weak are nothing but chickens and dogs!
"Coming! The enemy is coming! Spanish warriors! Bayonets forward!"
"attack!"
The rain of harassing bullets in the forest has stopped at this moment. These Spanish death squads jumped out from behind various bunkers, quickly organized a neat fighting formation, and faced the enemy head-on!
But an unbelievable scene appeared. At the end of the path, a group of crazy soldiers like black bears suddenly rushed out!
