Chapter 939: The Monarch Arrives

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The alley entrance fell silent, and the Marine Flag Leader in charge of leading the charge shouted.

The soldiers charging this time were precisely those under his banner, fifty in total.

Looking at the six wounded soldiers who had fallen on the road, his eyes were bloodshot.

Now, the entire Marine Corps had eyes red with the desire to kill.

They had completely forgotten about death; they had only one goal, and that was to kill the enemy.

"Kill!" the Marine soldiers shouted in unison.

They scrambled up from various places and charged toward the alley entrance where the Franks were hiding.

Hiding in front of the walls on both sides of the alley entrance, they first threw hand grenades inside, and taking advantage of the moment the enemy was dodging the grenades, they rushed into the alley entrance and unleashed a fierce volley of fire at the Frankish soldiers.

The Frankish soldiers inside the alley entrance fell one after another.

"We scored, there are two officers," a soldier spat.

This Small Banner was merely a tiny microcosm of the entire front line.

Because along the two-thousand-meter-long battle line, hundreds of Flag Leaders were leading soldiers in assaults.

Building after building was taken by them, and alley entrance after alley entrance was brought under their control.

The Franks were driven to the edge of the western city of Manila.

While the frontal battlefield was like splitting bamboo, the Marine offensive on the flank battlefield could be described as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

The Franks at least still had rifled muskets and could wrestle with the Marines.

Engaging the Marines with indigenous soldiers was no different from being slaughtered.

The Marine soldiers stood almost in a line, conducting a carpet-style offensive forward.

Their actions were very simple: pull the trigger, reload the bullet.

Facing such an offensive, the indigenous soldiers left a trail of corpses, and after losing five or six thousand men, they collapsed.

Some indigenous soldiers ran helter-skelter, attempting to flee the battlefield.

Many other indigenous soldiers knelt down directly,

kowtowing continuously to the Marine soldiers, begging for their lives.

The Marine soldiers bypassed these surrendering indigenous soldiers directly.

Their mission was the Frankish soldiers.

Therefore, after routing the indigenous army, they inserted themselves directly into the flank of the Franks.

Without the protection of the indigenous army, the flank of the Franks was naturally extremely fragile.

They were already finding it extremely difficult to cope with the Marines attacking from the front.

The Marines suddenly killing them from the side caught them off guard immediately.

Because the alleys were straight, basically running from south to north.

After occupying the flank, the Frankish soldiers in the alleys were exposed to the muzzles of the Marine soldiers.

They fired directly from one end of the alley at the Frankish soldiers hiding inside.

This was equivalent to over twenty thousand Marines attacking from three directions simultaneously.

In a very short time, more than eight thousand Frankish soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

Pan Zhang discovered that only about six hundred Marine soldiers were protecting an officer as they fled toward the coast.

"Die here or die on the coast, in any case, you cannot escape death," Pan Zhang said coldly.

He had not forgotten what the Franks did to them when Wanghai City was still Malka City.

This was a group of cruel and inhumane invaders.

Being merciful to them was being cruel to oneself.

Because in their eyes, apart from themselves, people from other places were merely inferior humanoid creatures, equivalent to apes and monkeys.

When he was in Banbu, he had also heard from the elders of the Overseas Song People about the tragic past of the Franks massacring the Song People.

This elder had a penetrating wound on his chest, which was exactly the wound left by a Frankish bayonet.

According to his description, the Frankish massacre of the Overseas Song People did not distinguish between old and young, and women would be humiliated before being killed.

It was these bloody facts that made him deeply understand one thing.

If there were no Yan Wang, and the Great Song declined.

The current Great Song would be under the butcher's knife of the Westerners, with blood flowing like rivers and heads rolling.

And now, they were going to make the Westerners pay their blood debt.

The blood debt of participating in the Great Song's internal strife, causing the deaths of millions of Song People, and the blood debt of massacring the Overseas Song People.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Just as he was thinking, he was suddenly attracted by the sound of naval cannons from the sea.

He saw their warships constantly flashing with fire.

Immediately, balls of fire erupted in the trenches on the coast.

"Hehe..." Pan Zhang led his soldiers to the edge of the western city, looking at this spectacular scene.

Under the bombardment of the naval cannons, dust filled the sky over the five-mile-long trench fortifications, and almost no place escaped the bombardment.

He was just enjoying it, waiting for the next round of shelling, when he suddenly noticed that the sea had gone quiet.

Small boats were being lowered from the troop transport ships, heading toward the shore.

"The attack from the sea has begun, brothers, charge, kill these Franks from behind," Pan Zhang shouted.

"Yes!" the commanders responded loudly, immediately leading their soldiers to kill toward the trench fortifications on the coast.

On the flagship Jinghai, Zhao Xu and Zhou Yi looked at each other and smiled.

He ordered the Artillery to cease fire precisely because he saw a touch of deep green at the edge of Manila through his Telescope.

Without a doubt, the Marine soldiers had punched through Manila.

If these soldiers didn't take the opportunity to land and secure the final victory, what were they waiting for?

"Tonight, we should be able to spend the night in the Folangji Governor's mansion," Zhao Xu said with a light laugh.

Colonizers naturally would not mistreat themselves.

Therefore, there was often a set of luxurious amenities in the colonies.

In places with beautiful scenery, there were often large villas and a pile of servants.

"Rest assured, Your Highness. If we don't take this place before dark, I will go kick Pan Zhang's ass," Zhou Yi laughed.

Having said that, the two continued to watch the battlefield.

At the same time.

Unlike Zhao Xu's relaxed state of mind, Ferrero's face was ashen.

Although he had only given Balensa eight thousand soldiers.

But all eight thousand of these soldiers were armed with Rifled Muskets.

These soldiers had been defeated so easily, and almost all of them were killed or wounded.

And the situation at the coastal Trench fortifications was just as miserable.

Under the bombardment of the Da Song Warships, the Artillery across the entire fortification had been mostly blown to pieces.

The Folangji soldiers hiding in the Trenches had also suffered over six thousand casualties.

Because the indigenous troops had never seen such a scene, they were terrified, and soldiers were constantly fleeing.

Even those who remained, I fear, would be of no use.

"Governor, surrender. It is impossible to win." Balensa had tripped while fleeing, and at this moment his face was covered in bloodstains, looking extremely disheveled.

Now, he no longer had the arrogance he possessed just a moment ago.

The fierce attack of the Marines had scared the wits out of him.

Upon hearing this, Ferrero trembled all over, and he looked out at the sea.

Dense small boats carrying soldiers were in the process of landing.

Then he looked toward Manila, where the Da Song army had already rushed to the edge of the Trench fortifications.

They were currently engaging the Folangji soldiers who had been deployed there.

But the surviving six thousand-plus Folangji soldiers were simply unable to resist the numerous Da Song soldiers.

Moreover, he still had to keep a portion of his men to defend the front.

Under the massive disadvantage, the Folangji soldiers behind the fortifications were visibly and rapidly decreasing.

At this moment, the fear of death suddenly gripped his heart.

He discovered that he simply did not have the courage to die.

Nodding, he said to Balensa, "Raise the white flag."

Balensa immediately had the soldiers raise the white flag.

It would be too late if they waited any longer.

On the sea, the white flag raised above the Trench fortifications made Zhao Xu pause for a moment.

Immediately after, he said to Zhou Yi, "Dock at the port; we have won."