The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 838 The Battle of El Paso (seeking subscription for monthly pass)
When Wei Wu heard this, he opened his mouth and said.

"Judging from the current situation, the Spaniards and the Indian tribal alliance seem to be preparing for a decisive battle on the plains around El Paso!"

"Spain has mobilized 1 troops, all of which are its standing army in the New World."

"Well equipped and well trained!"

"The Indian tribal alliance mobilized more than [-] troops, but it was a coalition composed of several large tribes, most of which belonged to different tribes, and the flag orders were unclear, and the drums and horns were not clear."

"Those Indian soldiers may have good individual combat effectiveness, but once they gather together to fight a large-scale battle, they are just a bunch of rabble."

"Once those Indians are defeated, our Ming camp in the New World will also face threats."

Wei Wu, a professional soldier, is not optimistic that the Indians will win this battle from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, it is quite normal for Wei Wu to have such a view.

Wei Wu is a professional soldier. He has experienced many battles, and he understands how big the difference in combat effectiveness between a professional army and a mob can be.

The brave are not allowed to advance, and the cowardly are not allowed to retreat. Only when the orders are strict and united, can we be called a strong army!
And the Indians...

To be honest, Wei Wu couldn't see any sign of a strong army in them.

Let them disperse and harass the Spaniards with a guerrilla force of scattered troops, and the Spaniards may not be able to do anything to them.

But if they get together to fight the Spaniards, it's no different from delivering food.

An Shengqiang asked with a worried face when he heard the words.

"What does the general mean?"

Wei Wu spoke.

"We need to start from now on to strengthen the training of the army immediately, and store enough food and ammunition in the San Francisco Fortress, so that the Spaniards will come to the city and we will be ready to hold on to the San Francisco Fortress."

Wei Wu's words were full of the meaning of preparing for a big battle.

When An Shengqiang heard the words, he said with a solemn face.

"Have you really reached this point?"

Wei Wu nodded very solemnly.

"Yes!"

"No matter what, it's never wrong to prepare for the worst!"

An Shengqiang finally nodded.

"In that case, the general will do it!"

"The safety of the San Francisco camp, as well as the life and death of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the New World, all depend on the general."

After Wei Wu nodded, he clasped his fists and left, starting to prepare for the battle.

Among other things, at least enough food and supplies must be saved first.

As for the so-called standard of saving enough, at least it must be able to persist until the arrival of one's own supply fleet again.

……

El Paso!

On the endless plain, two armies are heading towards each other.

On one side is a neat array, with several neatly arranged Spanish squares, and the Spaniards are pressing forward with the beat of drums.

Flag of Spain with a sloping red cross on a white background fluttering in the wind!
One after another, the artillery is advancing towards the battlefield, and is preparing to set up the artillery positions.

On the opposite side, although there are many people, the array is chaotic. At first glance, there are only black Indians.

More than [-] people were divided into several arrays, and if there were groups of small-scale ink groups, they would spread out on the ground.

Each part is fighting independently, and there is almost no unified flag order and cooperation.

These Indians' understanding of joint operations is limited to shoulders shoulder to shoulder!
The extent of their rabble can be seen!
As the distance between the two sides continued to narrow, the waist drums in the Spanish square were sounded.

A number of Spanish soldiers lined up and stepped forward neatly.

The sound of footsteps gathered into the sea, and the ground seemed to be shaking.

boom!Boom!

Accompanied by a roar, a cloud of gunpowder smoke suddenly rose from the battlefield.

The artillery arranged in the large square of the Spaniards opened fire.

A round of shells was pushed out of the barrel by the thrust generated by the explosion of the gunpowder, tumbling and spinning in the air, and shooting towards the enemy in front of them.

The cannonball spun and landed, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust, splashing mud everywhere, but the kinetic energy of the cannonball remained undiminished, and continued to roll forward.

One after another, the shells fell into the formation of the Indians, and in the blink of an eye, a gully was plowed in the formation of the Indians, blood and minced meat were splashed everywhere.

More than a dozen shells flew one after another, some missed, and some flew over the head.

But at least half of them successfully hit the Indian array and achieved actual results.

Added up, a total of 50 casualties were caused to the Indians.

Compared with the more than 50 people on the Indian side on the battlefield, the casualties of [-] people are really nothing.

But the roaring shelling suddenly suppressed the high morale of the Indians.

At the moment when the shelling began, chaos inevitably arose among the Indian formations.

An array of shaking visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, El looked at the situation on the battlefield and commanded.

"Send an order to the artillery to concentrate their firepower and aim at an Indian formation!"

"Concentrated use of firepower is the fundamental principle of shelling tactics!"

El knows the truth that "it is better to break one finger than to hurt his ten fingers".

Instead of dispersing the firepower and shelling several arrays of Indians, the Indian array can only be beaten to shake.

It is better to concentrate fire on one of them and destroy it directly.

The array that was focused on crashes, and the other arrays will be brought to crash.

If the opponent is a professional army, it may be able to withstand it.

But are Indians?
Obviously, they are not.

Following El's command, the Spaniards' shelling began to be used intensively, and the artillery was aimed at the array of Indian tribes with the smallest number of them, and the indiscriminate bombing began.

A round of cannonballs flew in the air, pulling out beautiful arcs.

After the shells smashed into the formation, as the shells rolled and rotated, flesh and blood flew instantly, and stumps and broken arms were everywhere.

However, in the face of the Spanish shelling, the Indians were not being beaten unilaterally, they were also fighting back.

"Fire!"

Accompanied by a burst of drinking.

In the Indian formation, three artillery pieces also fired.

Boom!Boom!
Accompanied by the clear sound of cannons, three shells headed towards the large square of the Spaniards.

These three cannons were all bought by the Indians from Daming.

All five-hundred-jin light guns can fire a dozen three-jin shells.

If it is used to attack fortifications, it is definitely not enough.

But if it is used in field battles, the combat effectiveness that such a light cannon can exert is quite good.

Due to unskilled artillery and lack of actual combat experience, in the first shelling, the three shells fired by the Indian gunners all missed, and failed to cause actual damage to the Spaniards on the opposite side.

But even so, it still greatly frightened the Spaniards on the opposite side.

Al heard the sound of artillery in the Indian formation, and almost fell off his horse in shock.

"what happened?"

"What exactly is going on?"

"Why do those damned native pagans have guns?"

Just as El's question was asked, the second round of shelling by the Indians on the opposite side began again.

Accompanied by a roar, three shells were fired at the Spanish formation again.

This time, their accuracy was much better.

Of the three shells, two achieved results.

Two shells the size of a child's fist fell into the Spaniard's formation, and screams and wailing were everywhere where the shells passed.

More than a dozen people died tragically under the shells!

The body was punctured, internal organs, blood, and broken bones were scattered everywhere.

Seeing this scene, El became more and more confused. He couldn't figure out why the speed of the shelling on the opposite side could be so fast?

Their artillery was still reloading after one round, but the opponent had already fired two rounds!

Simply incredible!
In fact, the reason is very simple. What Ming sold to the Indians were field artillery with short barrels.

In terms of power and range, it is definitely not as good as the long-barreled heavy artillery.

However, such a short barrel artillery also has its advantages.

That's lightness and speed of fire!

Accompanied by bursts of roar, the two sides continued to shell each other.

One after another shells plowed through the array on the opposite side, leaving behind passages of flesh and blood.

The wailing is endless!

At the same time, the Indian cavalry also came out, rushing towards the large phalanx of the Spaniards.

The Indian knights uttered strange screams, charging towards them like madmen on horseback.

"kill!"

"Kill the red hair!"

"..."

Although these Indian cavalry can ride horses, they can't ride and shoot.

All they could do was to charge their horses and charge towards the enemy formation.

The spears in their hands are their only weapons!
Only the first few people were wearing armor, and the rest were only in single clothes.

The reason for this is actually quite understandable.

The weapons and equipment in Daming's camp are also limited, and it is impossible to buy all of them for these native Indians.

Daming also needs to leave enough weapons to protect himself.

Facing the overwhelming Indian cavalry, General El quickly ordered the spearmen to meet the enemy, and the musketeers were ready to shoot.

"Fire!"

After the Indian cavalry rushed to a distance of one hundred paces in front of the Spanish phalanx, General El ordered the musketeers in the Spanish phalanx to open fire.

Snapped!clap clap!clap clap clap!

Accompanied by bursts of gunshots and gunpowder smoke, the Indian cavalry rushing to the front all fell down in one fell swoop.

But even so, the Indian cavalry behind them still charged forward.

However, what greeted them was not the victory they imagined, but sharp spears.

The Spaniard's infantry phalanx was well-organized, and it was not something that light cavalry could move at all.

If you want to fight against a dense infantry formation, let alone light cavalry, even heavy cavalry is actually quite enough.

The Indians on horseback lost their horse speed, and could only condescendingly stab at the large phalanx spears of the Spaniards.

From time to time, musket shots sounded, and Indians on horseback were shot and fell to the ground.

The battle situation fell into a stalemate for a while, and General Esso ordered his own cavalry to attack and attack the Indian flanks.

The Spanish cavalry went out, entered the battlefield, and then rode their horses into the Indian cavalry's flank.

In an instant, due to the attack on the flanks, the Indian cavalry who had been fighting against the Spanish phalanx just now collapsed.

Although it was very fierce when it came, but once the battle situation is unfavorable, the collapse is just an instant thing.

This is the reason why the mob is not successful.

There is no toughness to fight hard at all!
If it is a real army, it is impossible not to leave reserves on the flanks to guard against enemy surprise attacks.

It will not collapse directly after a slight setback in the attack!

General El looked at the rapidly collapsing Indian cavalry on the battlefield, and his own cavalry who were chasing and expanding their victories, and snorted coldly.

"Hehe, the mob is not in the mood!"

"Order the army, continue to press on, and quickly defeat the enemy in front of you."

While the cavalry of the two sides faced each other, the Spanish artillery fired three more rounds at the array of Indians with the smallest number.

After three rounds of shelling, the Indian formation with the smallest number collapsed.

A large number of Indian soldiers dropped their weapons, turned and fled.

The entire plains of El Paso are full of Indians who have discarded their armor and armor.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the phalanx were also shaken one after another, and their morale was extremely low.

On the battlefield, the Spanish phalanx continued to move forward. As the distance drew in, the musketeers in Fang Zhen began to shoot.

Snapped!clap clap!

Under the neat row of guns, people in the front row of the Indians on the opposite side kept falling to the ground.

Those Indians also fired back!
Snapped!clap clap!

Amidst bursts of gunfire, someone on the Spaniard's side also fell to the ground.

The two sides kept firing at each other dozens of meters away, and the screams of the wounded soldiers almost suppressed the musket fire.

General Eyre ordered his artillery to divert their bombardment targets, aiming at the Indian formation with the second smallest number.

After another four or five rounds of shelling, this Indian array also collapsed.

Finally, the chain reaction triggered by the collapse of two arrays in succession caused the overall defeat of the battlefield.

Before the battle, the two sides pressed on each other aggressively.

But after the real war started, those Indians only persisted for half an hour before they completely collapsed.

Can no longer form a fighting force!

Seeing this, General El decisively ordered the pursuit.

A Spanish soldier shouted long live God, and killed the collapsed Indians.

But the Indians chose to use their generous backs to resist the Spanish spears and swords.

The Spanish cavalry also roared on the battlefield, constantly covering up and killing the rout.

These Indians once again remembered their fear of being dominated by the Spaniards, and fled faster and faster.

……

The formal battle only lasted less than half an hour, but it took a whole day to capture the prisoners of war and clean up the battlefield.

General El was riding on horseback, with a majestic and tall figure.

He was still holding a cigar in his mouth, and was flipping through the detailed results report of this battle.

Looking at the hundreds of casualties on his own side in the report, he made the sign of the cross on his chest with both hands.

"May God bless these brave lads and let them go to heaven when they die, amen!"

When he saw the result of his side's battle, he couldn't help but let out a burst of hearty laughter.

"Haha, good, good, pretty good!"

In this battle, the Spaniards beheaded 100 Indian soldiers and captured 200 prisoners of war.

If it weren't for those Indians who saw the situation and ran too fast, they might be able to capture more prisoners of war.

In addition, a large number of weapons and armor, as well as some muskets and artillery were seized.

More importantly, it is the goods they can get in this battle.

After the Indians plundered the Spanish estates, they came to fight the Spaniards before they had time to settle their loot.

But after the defeat, in order to escape from the battlefield, those Indians left a lot of property on the battlefield.

These goods are now considered to be captured by General El in this battle.

The amount is quite huge!
Colonel Lyon rode his horse all the way to General El and asked.

"Your Excellency, what should we do with the prisoners of war we captured?"

General El heard the words, closed the report in his hand, and said with a sneer.

"How to deal with it? How else can I deal with it?"

"Of course I killed them all!"

"These damned native pagans plundered the manor and killed so many of God's people that only blood can wash away their sins."

Colonel Lyon heard the words, but he still asked.

"Don't you need to consult the Governor's opinion?"

General El didn't take it seriously when he heard the words, but just said with a sneer.

"No need, I have the final say on more things on the battlefield, you can do it now!"

Seeing this, Colonel Leon didn't dare to say anything, he could only nod his head.

"My subordinate understands!"

After all, he took the order and went.

Then, he began to use a whip and a sword to direct the Indian prisoners of war to dig holes on the plain.

In the process of digging the pit, the little physical strength of these prisoners of war was almost exhausted.

What you need to know is that since these prisoners of war were captured, the Spaniards have not given them food. In order to prevent the prisoners of war from making trouble, they have always been starving these prisoners of war.

After the pit was dug, all the exhausted prisoners of war were driven into the pit.

Then, a group of Spanish soldiers filled the pit with grinning grin.

Their intention to bury these prisoners of war alive is fully revealed!

Although the Indian prisoners of war were also aware of this, their physical strength had already been exhausted when they dug the pit.

Now they can't do anything other than swearing constantly.

I can only watch myself being covered in mud, screams, wailing, begging for mercy, cursing... gradually become smaller until they disappear.

General Al silently looked at the Indian prisoners of war who were buried alive, with no trace of pity on his face.

Just keep opening their mouths to praise God for giving them victory.

General El turned and left, ready to inspect the battlefield.

He walked around the battlefield, and at this moment, Major Rosen came to General El with a solemn expression.

"Your Excellency, I have something to report to you!"

General El nodded slightly when he heard the words.

"My dear Major Rosen, what can you do?"

Rosen handed a set of breastplates in his hand to General El, and said with a serious face.

"Your Excellency, look at this breastplate!"

General El took the breastplate and looked at it. After a while, he turned around and asked in confusion.

"What's wrong with this breastplate? Is there a problem?"

He didn't see anything wrong with the breastplate, and the marks of sword chops on it proved its quality even more.

Rosen heard this and explained.

"Your Excellency, this breastplate is not ours, but I stripped it from a slain Indian cavalry."

"Look at the inside of this breastplate, there is a line of text here..."

General El looked in the direction of Rosen's finger, and then he saw a line of square text on the inside of the breastplate.

In an instant, General El's white eyebrows frowned.

He seemed to understand what Rosen wanted to express.

Square characters are only used by that powerful country in the east in the whole world.

General El was lost in thought.

Could it be that the weapons of these Indians came from the East?

Imagine further, did those Orientals also come to the New World?

Rosen continued.

"Your Excellency, we also found a similar inscription in square characters on the body of the captured artillery."

Rosen's words confirmed General El's vision.

General El subconsciously turned his gaze to the east, his eyes extremely serious.

Is it not enough for Ming to cut off the trade of the Spaniards in the east, and is it necessary to reach out to the New World?
Isn't it the Spaniards who slaughtered tens of thousands of Chinese before and after Manila?

Why is Daming so persistent in chasing him?
Are you too narrow-minded?

In retaliation, didn't they kill almost all the Spaniards who participated in Tu Hua?
Have you sent all the remaining Spaniards in Manila to hard labor?
Is this not enough?
General El took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"Does anyone here know the oriental characters? Let him identify what these square characters mean."

Rosen took the order, and after a short while, he brought him to General El.

"Your Excellency, my name is Sidson. I have worked in the Governor's Mansion in Manila and know some oriental Chinese characters."

Sidson spoke up.

General El nodded, then handed the breastplate in his hand to Sidson, and said.

"Look at what this line of text means?"

After hearing this, Sidson took the breastplate and looked at it. After identifying it, Sidson spoke.

"Reporting to General, the meaning of this line of text is that in the third year of the Ming Dynasty, it was supervised by the Nanjing Arsenal, and the craftsman Xu Yousheng."

Daming had the habit of engraving inscriptions and the names of craftsmen on the out-of-the-box munitions, in case there was a problem with the munitions, and the craftsmen were held accountable.

General El couldn't help sighing when he heard the words. It seemed that what he had guessed was true.

Those Ming people are afraid that they have really come to the New World!
While speaking, the three seized cannons were also pushed over.

Sure enough, General El also saw a line of square characters on the cannon.

Sidson stepped forward to translate.

"Guangfu Type II three-pound field gun, produced in the second year of the Ming Dynasty, supervised by Qiongzhou Shilu Arsenal, craftsman Fu Tieshan."

When General El's eyes saw this field artillery, he was attracted by it.

Not to mention anything else, in terms of casting technology, the quality of these field cannons is far higher than the cannons cast by the Spaniards themselves.

But what shocked General El even more was the design of the short barrels and carriages of these cannons...

These two points seem to have opened the door to a new world for him.

It turns out that artillery is not the bigger the better, and it is also useful to make it smaller.

If such a small gun is used as a naval gun, or a siege gun, or a fortress gun, it is definitely not enough.

But if it is used in field battles, it is far more convenient than the heavy artillery they use now.

The mobility and rate of fire alone are far superior to the artillery they use now.

Thinking of these things, General El had a smile on his face.

However, after a while, the smile on his face faded.

He turned to Rosen and said.

"Major Rosen, hurry back to Mexico City now and report to the Governor that Mingren may have arrived in the New World."

"Please, Governor, make a decision!"

Suddenly, General El slapped his head and said.

"Quick, go and see if any of those prisoners of war are still alive!"

"If there are still alive, don't kill them first."

General El ordered.

Of course, the reason why General El was like this was not because of his conscience.

Instead, he was going to interrogate the source of their weapons from the Indian prisoners of war, and wait for the answer he wanted after the interrogation.

Then kill them all!

Didn't see God teach them, can killing heretics go to heaven?

He, General El, is going to heaven in the future, and he will definitely show no mercy to heretics.

Hearing this, Sidson quickly ran towards the big pit where the prisoners of war were killed.

When he arrived at the big pit, he saw that the big pit had been filled.

Several hands with white skin and muddy nails stretched out from the mud, trying to struggle to survive, but were chopped off by several Spanish soldiers with knives.

Sidson reported the results to General El.

General El sighed, but spoke anyway.

"That's all, if that's the case, just check slowly!"

……

At the same time, those Indian chiefs who were defeated also fled all the way north, preparing to go to Daming's San Francisco camp and seek asylum from Daming.

The main force they managed to organize was defeated by the Spaniards, and they were completely demoralized.

After much deliberation, a group of people agreed that their vitality lies in the Daming camp in San Francisco.

In their view, the only one who has the ability to support them and block the Spaniard's attack is Daming.

Other than that, they couldn't think of any other way!
An Shengqiang, Governor of Xinzhou of Ming Dynasty, received the news of the Indians' disastrous defeat in El Paso. Although he was not surprised in his heart, he still shuddered.

Knowing that the situation was critical, he could only find Wei Wu, the chief general, to discuss matters.

"As expected by the general, those Indian tribal coalition forces were defeated in El Paso."

An Shengqiang picked up his teacup and took a sip, his face full of visible sorrow.

Hearing this, Wei Wu spoke soothingly.

"Your Excellency, don't worry!"

"This new continent is so vast, and its territory is more than ten thousand miles? Don't say that the red hair may not be able to detect our existence, even if he can, it will not be easy to find our location."

"When he is found, our army's preparations for war will be almost completed."

Wei Wu thought for a while, then continued.

"Besides, just counting the time, my Daming's supply fleet should arrive by then."

"According to the imperial court's plan, this time along with the supply fleet, there will also be a rotation unit for the rotation of the garrison in the New World."

"The garrison plus the replacement troops can have almost 6000 people."

"At that time, even if the red hair comes, our army doesn't have to worry anymore. It is completely possible to gather troops to fight back."

When An Shengqiang heard this, although the worry on his face dissipated a lot, he still spoke.

"During this period of time, the general should pay more attention to the army. It will definitely make the brothers relax and be ready to fight at any time."

Wei Wu nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I will try my best!"

"..."

While An Shengqiang was discussing with Wei Wu, someone from outside came in to report.

"Your Excellency, General, some Indian chieftains who escaped from the battlefield in El Paso are asking to see you."

An Shengqiang nodded slightly when he heard the words.

"Bring people in!"

Not long after, several Indian chiefs wearing Ming official uniforms were brought before An Shengqiang.

Seeing this, An Shengqiang asked.

"I don't know why all of you are asking to see me?"

An Shengqiang was obviously pretending to be confused.

Hearing this, the leader, an Indian chief who was canonized as a hereditary commander, spoke.

"Your Excellency, we led our troops to fight against Red Hair in El Paso, unfortunately we were defeated!"

"Now the red-haired soldiers may go north at any time, and I ask the governor to help us tide over the difficulties in front of us."

When An Shengqiang heard this, he smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Da Ming's garrison in the New World is limited, and it is temporarily unable to go south to fight the red-haired people."

Hearing this, the Indian chief still spoke.

"In that case, please ask the imperial court to sell us a batch of arms and weapons."

"We will naturally lead our troops to the south and fight the red hair again!"

Although the Indians performed very well on the battlefield, their fighting will is still firm.

They dare to fight in the face of strong enemies!

An Shengqiang spoke again, but still refused.

"I'm afraid this won't work either!"

"It will take some time for the imperial court's supply ship to arrive. Before the imperial court's supply ship arrives, I don't have many weapons in hand, so I can't sell them to you."

After An Shengqiang's words fell, the Indian chief on the opposite side looked a little ugly.

Being rejected twice in a row, no matter who it is, it will not look good.

Besides, the reason why they want to accept Daming's canonization and become Daming's native officials is to accept Daming's leadership in name.

What they did was the arms aid from Ming Dynasty!

Now that Daming stopped selling their arms, they were naturally unhappy, feeling that they had been deceived.

Seeing this, Wei Wu spoke to ease the atmosphere.

"Although the imperial court is temporarily unable to go south to fight, it is also unable to sell weapons to you."

"However, it can help you train soldiers and horses!"

"In the battle of El Paso, you were defeated not by your weapons, but by your lack of training."

"Soldiers like you are brave and brave, but they lack the experience and tactics of large-scale combat, and they don't understand the banners and drums."

"Scattered combat may be feasible, but if you want to fight on a large scale, you will be a mob, and you will be defeated in one battle."

"If you can get the imperial court to help you train soldiers and horses, at most a few years, you can get an elite soldier with strict orders."

As soon as Wei Wu said this, the grievances of the chiefs of these Indian tribes disappeared.

They had to admit that there was nothing wrong with Wei Wu's words.

They were all witnesses to the Battle of El Paso, and they clearly knew their own shortcomings.

If Da Ming is willing to help them train the army, even if there is no weapon assistance for the time being, it is not unacceptable.

The chiefs of several Indian tribes got the answers they wanted, and they all left.

After they left, An Shengqiang turned to ask Wei Wudao.

"If I, Daming, help these chieftains train the army, will there be a risk of getting too big?"

Hearing this, Wei Wu shook his head and said.

"Your Excellency, you don't have to worry too much."

"Now my Ming's biggest enemy in the New World is not these Indian tribes, but the red-haired soldiers in the south."

"As far as the current situation is concerned, I, Ming and the Indian tribes have a common enemy."

"Making these Indian tribes stronger will be beneficial to my Ming Dynasty's rule in the New World."

"Furthermore, as long as I, Da Ming, can hold back the weapon supply of these chieftains, I'm not afraid that they will make any splashes."

Those Indians don't have the ability to make weapons by themselves, they don't even know how to make iron.

At most, it is to make some bronze weapons, or simply some bone and stone weapons.

Let alone the manufacture and production of gunpowder!

Even if Da Ming sells them more firearms and artillery without setting restrictions, as long as the gunpowder is used up, Daming will not sell them any more gunpowder, and the firearms and artillery in their hands are no better than fire sticks.

There is no need to worry that these native Indians will not be able to lose their tails.

Wei Wu took a deep breath and spoke again.

"More importantly, once my Ming's camp in the New World is exposed, it may face red-haired attacks."

"In case the red hair attacks my San Francisco camp, it must be a large army, and my San Francisco camp must be under siege."

"At that time, if there are Indian tribes outside to support, attack the logistics of Hongmao's grain road, or even guerrilla attacks to harass Hongmao's rear, making Hongmao's rear unstable, it will increase our army's chances of victory."

"At the very least, it can relieve the tremendous pressure we are facing!"

An Shengqiang had to admit that what Wei Wu said made sense.

"If Daming can operate in this new continent with peace of mind for ten years, with our Ming army soldiers being good at fighting, why are you afraid of red hair?!"

An Shengqiang couldn't help but sighed.

Wei Wu nodded slightly and spoke.

"Who said no!"

"But the current situation is difficult, but we are deeply favored by the emperor, so we should try our best to maintain it."

"This is my duty as a courtier!"

"Fortunately, as long as the imperial supply fleet arrives, the situation will improve greatly."

An Shengqiang nodded.

"What the general said is true!"

……

Meanwhile, in Mexico City.

Governor Pizarro also received the specific victory report of the Battle of El Paso. After learning that General El had defeated the Indians, Pizarro couldn't help laughing out loud.

The face is full of unconcealable joy!
But when he saw General El's report that they suspected of finding traces of the Ming people.

The expression on Pizarro's face instantly became serious.

He quickly made a decision. While preparing for the triumphant return of the army, he sent spies to the north to investigate the specific situation.

At the very least, it is necessary to find out whether this matter is true or not!

(End of this chapter)