"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!"
"The Spanish side mobilized 10,000 troops, all of which were its standing army in the New World."
“Well equipped and well trained!”
"The Indian Tribal Alliance has mobilized more than 20,000 troops, but it is a coalition of several large tribes. Most of the tribes belong to different tribes, and the flags and orders are unclear, and the drums and trumpets are unclear."
"Those Indian soldiers may have good individual combat capabilities, but once they gather together to fight a large-scale battle, they are just a bunch of mobs."
"Once those Indians are defeated, our Ming camp in the New World will also face threats."
Wei Wu, a professional soldier, was not optimistic that the Indians could win this battle from the bottom of his heart.
In fact, it is completely normal for Wei Wu to have such a view.
Wei Wu is a professional soldier. He has experienced many battles and knows very well how big the gap in combat effectiveness between a professional army and a ragtag army can be.
The brave are not allowed to advance, the timid are not allowed to retreat, orders are strict and everyone is united, only then can we call it a strong army!
And those Indians...
To be honest, Wei Wu could not see any trace of a strong army in them.
Let them disperse and use scattered troops to attack the Spaniards as guerrillas. The Spaniards may not be able to do anything to them.
But if they were to gather together for a decisive battle with the Spaniards, it would be no different than delivering food.
Hearing this, An Shengqiang asked with a worried look.
"What does the general mean?"
Wei Wu said.
"We need to start strengthening the training of the army from now on, and reserve enough food and ammunition in the San Francisco Fortress, so that we can be prepared to defend the San Francisco Fortress when the Spanish troops arrive."
Wei Wu's words were full of preparations for a big battle.
Hearing this, An Shengqiang said with a solemn expression.
"Have we 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, let's do it, general!"
"The safety of the San Francisco camp, as well as the lives and deaths of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the New World, all depended on the general."
After Wei Wu nodded, he clasped his fists and left, starting to prepare for the war.
Apart from anything else, at the very least, you need to save enough food supplies.
The so-called standard of accumulating enough must at least last until one's own supply fleet arrives again.
…
El Paso!
On the endless plain, two armies were heading towards each other.
On one side were the Spaniards, who were neatly arrayed in several large Spanish square formations and kept pressing forward to the beat of drums.
The Spanish flag with red cross tilted against the white background is hunting in the wind! Department
Artillery pieces advanced towards the battlefield and prepared to set up gun emplacements.
On the opposite side, there were a large number of Indians, but their formation was chaotic. At first glance, they were just a black mass of Indians.
More than 20,000 people were divided into several formations, and the ink balls were spread out on the ground.
Each part works independently, with almost no unified banners and orders and cooperation.
These Indians' understanding of joint operations is limited to everyone standing shoulder to shoulder!
The extent of their rabble is evident!
As the distance between the two sides continued to close, the waist drum in the Spanish square was beaten.
Spanish soldiers lined up one after another, marching forward in an orderly manner.
The sound of footsteps gathered together into a sea, and the ground they stepped on seemed to be shaking.
Boom! Boom!
Along with a roar, a cloud of gunpowder smoke suddenly rose from the battlefield.
The artillery deployed in the Spanish square opened fire.
The shells were pushed out of the barrel by the thrust generated by the explosion of gunpowder, rolled and rotated in the air, and were shot towards the enemy in front of them.
The cannonball spun to the ground, throwing up large clouds of smoke and dust, and splashing mud. However, the kinetic energy of the cannonball did not decrease and it continued to roll forward.
Cannonballs fell into the Indians' formation one after another. In the blink of an eye, a trench was plowed through the Indians' formation, and blood and minced meat were splashed everywhere.
More than a dozen cannonballs flew in one after another, some missed and some flew over.
But at least half of them successfully hit the Indian array and achieved actual results.
Altogether, they caused forty or fifty casualties to the Indians.
Compared with the more than 20,000 people on the Indian side on the battlefield, the casualties of forty or fifty people were indeed nothing.
But the roaring shelling suddenly suppressed the Indians' originally high morale.
At the moment when the bombardment began, chaos inevitably emerged among the Indian formations.
Each array is shaking visibly to the naked eye.
At the same time, El looked at the situation on the battlefield and commanded.
"Send the order to the artillery and ask them to concentrate their firepower and aim at an Indian array!"
"The use of concentrated firepower is the fundamental principle of artillery tactics!"
El understands the principle of "it's better to cut off one of his ten fingers than to hurt him".
Instead of spreading firepower and bombarding several formations of Indians, the Indian formations could only be shaken.
It's better to concentrate your firepower on one of them and destroy it directly.
If the focused array collapses, other arrays will also be brought to collapse.
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 Spanish's artillery bombardment began to be concentrated. Each artillery aimed at the Indian tribe array with the smallest number of people, and began to bombard them indiscriminately.
Cannonballs flew in the air, drawing beautiful arcs.
After the cannonball hit the formation, as the cannonball 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.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Fire!"
Accompanied by a burst of drinking.
Three artillery pieces in the Indian array also opened fire.
Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of cannons, three cannonballs headed towards the Spanish square formation.
These three artillery pieces were all purchased by the Indians from the Ming Dynasty.
A single 500-pound light cannon can shoot a dozen three-pound shells.
If it is used to attack difficulties, it will definitely not be enough.
But if it is used in field battles, the combat effectiveness that such a light artillery can exert is quite good.
Due to unskilled artillery skills and lack of actual combat experience, the three shells fired by the Indian gunners in the first bombardment all missed and failed to cause actual damage to the Spaniards on the opposite side.
But even so, it still greatly shocked the Spaniards on the opposite side.
When El heard the sound of cannon from the Indian formation, he almost fell off his horse in shock.
"What's going on?"
"What exactly is going on?"
"Why do those damn native heathens have artillery?"
Just as El's question came out, the second round of shelling from the Indians on the opposite side started again.
With a roar, three cannonballs were fired at the Spanish array again.
This time, their accuracy will be much better.
Two of the three shells achieved results.
Two cannonballs the size of a child's fist fell into the Spanish array. Wherever the cannonballs passed, screams and wails were heard everywhere.
More than ten people were killed tragically by artillery shells!
The body was punched through, and internal organs, blood, and bone fragments were scattered everywhere.
Seeing this scene, El became more and more confused. He couldn't understand why the shelling speed on the opposite side could be so fast?
Their artillery was still reloading after firing one round, but the opponent's artillery had already fired two rounds!
Simply incredible!
In fact, the reason is very simple. What Ming Dynasty sold to the Indians were short-barreled field artillery.
In terms of power and range, it is definitely inferior to heavy artillery with long barrels.
However, such a short-barreled artillery also has its advantages.
That is light weight and fast shooting speed!
Along with bursts of roaring, the two sides continued to shell each other.
Cannonballs plowed through the array on the opposite side, leaving a path of flesh and blood.
The wailing is endless!
At the same time, the Indian cavalry also came out and rushed towards the Spanish square.
One by one, the Indian knights let out strange screams and charged towards them on horseback like crazy demons.
"kill!"
"Kill the red hair!"
"..."
Although these Indian cavalry can ride horses, they cannot ride and shoot.
All they could do was to charge forward on horseback and charge towards the enemy's array.
The spear in their hand is their only weapon!
Only the first few people were wearing armor, and the rest were just wearing single clothes.
The reason why this is so is actually easy to understand.
The weapons and equipment in Daming's camp are also limited, and it is impossible to buy them all for these native Indians.
Ming Dynasty also needed to leave enough weapons to protect itself.
Facing the overwhelming Indian cavalry, General Ell quickly ordered the spearmen to meet the enemy and the musketeers to prepare to shoot.
"Fire!"
After the Indian cavalry rushed a hundred paces in front of the Spanish square, General El ordered the musketeers in the Spanish square to open fire.
Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!
Accompanied by bursts of gunfire and gunpowder smoke, the Indian cavalry at the front fell down in large pieces.
But even so, the Indian cavalry behind them still rode towards them.
However, what greeted them was not the victory they imagined, but sharp spears.
The Spanish infantry phalanx was well-organized, and it was impossible for the light cavalry to attack it.
If you want to attack a densely arranged infantry array, let alone light cavalry, even heavy cavalry is actually very difficult.
The Indians on horseback lost their horse speed and could only fight with their spears from a condescending position against the large square formation of the Spaniards.
From time to time the sound of muskets sounded, and Indians on horseback were shot and fell to the ground.
The battle fell into a stalemate for a while, and General Esso ordered his cavalry to attack the Indian flanks.
The Spanish cavalry came out, rushed into the battlefield, and then rode into the flank of the Indian cavalry.
In an instant, due to the attack on the flank, the Indian cavalry, which had just been fighting bravely against the Spanish square, collapsed.
Although it was fierce when it came, once the battle situation went unfavorable, it collapsed in an instant.
This is the reason why the mob is ineffective.
Absolutely no toughness to fight hard!
If it were a real army, it would be impossible not to leave reserves on the flanks to guard against enemy surprise attacks.
Nor will the attack collapse immediately after a slight setback!
General El looked at the Indian cavalry that was rapidly collapsing on the battlefield, as well as his own cavalry that was pursuing and expanding the victory, and snorted coldly.
"Haha, it's a rabble, it's nothing!"
"Command the army to continue pressing forward and quickly defeat the enemy in front of you."
While the cavalry of both sides was fighting, the Spanish artillery fired three rounds at the Indian formation with the smallest number.
After three rounds of shelling, the Indian array with the smallest number collapsed.
A large number of Indian soldiers dropped their weapons, turned around and fled.
The entire plain of El Paso was filled with broken Indian troops who had abandoned their armor.
When the other phalanx formations saw this scene, they also wavered and their morale was extremely low.
On the battlefield, the Spanish phalanx continued to move forward. As the distance increased, the musketeers in Fang Zhen began to shoot.
Bang! Bang!
Under the neat volley of guns, people in the front row of Indians on the opposite side kept falling to the ground.
The Indians also fired back!
Bang! Bang bang! Department
Amidst the bursts of musketry, some people on the Spanish side also fell to the ground.
The two sides continued to exchange fire from a distance of dozens of meters, and the screams of the injured soldiers almost suppressed the sound of musket fire.
General Ell ordered his artillery to shift the target of the bombardment and fire at the Indian array with the second smallest number of people.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After four or five rounds of shelling, the Indian array also collapsed.
Finally, the chain reaction caused by the collapse of two consecutive arrays still caused the overall collapse of the battlefield.
Before the battle, both sides pressed toward each other aggressively.
But after the war actually started, the Indians only persisted for half an hour before completely collapsing.
It can no longer form a fighting force!
Seeing this, General El decisively ordered the pursuit.
One Spanish soldier shouted loudly, "Long live God", and killed the collapsed Indians.
However, the Indians chose to use their generous backs to resist the Spaniards' spears and swords.
The Spanish cavalry was also roaring on the battlefield, constantly covering up the defeated troops.
These Indians once again remembered the fear that they had been dominated by the Spaniards, and fled faster and faster.
……Tie
The formal battle only lasted less than half an hour, but the subsequent capture of prisoners of war and the cleaning of the battlefield took a whole day.
General El is riding on horseback, his figure is majestic and tall.
He still had a cigar in his mouth and was reading the detailed results report of this battle in his hand.
Looking at the hundreds of casualties on his side in the report, he made the sign of the cross on his chest with both hands.
"May God bless these brave young men and let them go to heaven after death, Amen!"
When he saw the result of his side's battle, he couldn't help but let out a burst of hearty laughter.
"Haha, not bad, not bad, pretty good!"
In this battle, the Spaniards killed a total of 2,100 Indian soldiers and captured 6,200 prisoners of war.
If the Indians hadn't run too fast when they saw something bad going on, they might have been able to capture more prisoners of war.
In addition, a large number of weapons and armor were also seized, as well as some muskets and artillery.
What's more important is the treasure they can get from this battle.
After plundering the Spanish manor, the Indians came to fight the Spanish before they had time to settle down the looted goods.
But after the defeat, the Indians abandoned a large amount of property on the battlefield in order to escape.
These belongings can now be regarded as the seizures of General El in this battle.
The amount is quite huge!
Colonel Lyon rode all the way to General El and asked.
"Your Majesty General, what should we do with the prisoners of war we captured?"
General El heard this, closed the report in his hand, and said with a sneer.
"How to deal with it? How else to deal with it?"
"Of course, kill them all!"
"These damn indigenous pagans looted the manor and killed so many of God's people. Only blood can wash away the sins on their bodies."
After hearing this, Colonel Lyon asked further.
"Don't you need to consult the Governor?"
When General El heard this, he didn't take it seriously and just sneered.
"No need, I have the final say on more things on the battlefield, you can do it now!"
Seeing this, Colonel Lyon did not dare to say anything more, so he could only nod and say.
"My subordinate understands!"
After that, he took the order and went.
Then, he began to use whips and swords to direct the Indian prisoners of war to dig holes in the plains.
In the process of digging the pit, these prisoners of war's limited physical strength was almost exhausted.
What you need to know is that since capturing these prisoners of war, the Spaniards have not given them food. In order to prevent the prisoners of war from causing trouble, they have always kept these prisoners of war hungry.
After the pit was dug, all the exhausted prisoners of war were driven into the pit.
Then, a group of Spanish soldiers laughed ferociously while filling the big hole with soil.
Their intention to bury these prisoners of war alive was revealed!
Although the Indian prisoners of war were aware of this, their physical strength had long been exhausted when digging holes.
Now they can do nothing but curse constantly.
I could only watch helplessly as I was covered in mud, the screams, wails, begging for mercy, curses... got smaller and smaller until they disappeared.
General El looked silently at the Indian prisoners of war who were buried alive, with no trace of pity on his face.
They just kept praising God for giving them victory.
General El turned and left, preparing to inspect the battlefield.
He strolled around the battlefield, and at this moment, Major Rosen came to General El's side with a solemn expression.
"Your Majesty General, I have something to report to you!"
When General El heard this, he nodded slightly and said.
"My dear Major Rosen, what can I do for you?"
Rosen handed a set of breastplates in his hand to General El and said with a serious face.
"Your Majesty General, look at this breastplate!"
General El took the breastplate and looked at it. After a moment, he turned around and asked in confusion.
"What's wrong with this breastplate? Is there something wrong with it?"
He didn't see anything wrong with the breastplate, and the marks of sword slashes on it further proved its quality.
After hearing this, Rosen opened his mouth to explain.
"Your Excellency General, this breastplate does not belong to us, but I peeled it off from an Indian cavalryman who was killed."
"Look at the inside of this breastplate, there is a line of text..."
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.
Block text is only used by that powerful country in the East in the world.
General El fell into deep thought.
Did the weapons of these Indians come from the East?
Imagine further, did those Easterners also come to the New World?
Rosen continued.
"Your Excellency General, we also found similar square inscriptions on the guns of the captured artillery."
Rosen's words solidified General El's vision.
General El subconsciously turned his gaze to the east, his eyes extremely solemn.
Is it not enough for the Ming Dynasty to cut off the Spanish trade in the east? Does it also want to reach out to the New World?
Aren't they the Spaniards who massacred tens of thousands of Chinese before and after Manila?
Did the Ming Dynasty pursue it so hard?
Are you being too petty?
In retaliation, didn't they also kill almost all the Spaniards who participated in the massacre of China?
Did they also send all the remaining Spaniards in Manila to hard labor?
Isn't this enough?
General El took a deep breath and then spoke.
"Does anyone here know the Eastern characters? Let him identify what these square characters mean."
Rosen took the order, and not long after, he brought the people to General El.
"Your Excellency General, my name is Sidson. I once worked in the Governor's Palace in Manila and I know some oriental Chinese characters."
Sidson said.
General El nodded, then handed the breastplate 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 the General, the meaning of this line of text is that three years after the Ming Dynasty was restored, the Nanjing Arsenal supervised the production, and the craftsman Xu Youcheng was there."
The Ming Dynasty had the habit of engraving inscriptions and the names of the craftsmen on the arms shipped from the factory, in case something went wrong with the arms and the craftsmen who handled them were held accountable.
When General El heard this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that what he had guessed was true.
Those Ming people may have really arrived in the New World!
While talking, the three captured artillery pieces were also pushed over.
Sure enough, General El also saw a line of square characters on the cannon.
Sidson stepped forward to translate.
"Guangfu II three-pound field gun, produced in the second year of the Ming Dynasty, supervised by Qiongzhou Shilu Arsenal, and crafted by Fu Tieshan."
General El's eyes were attracted to this field artillery when he saw it.
If nothing else, just in terms of casting technology, the quality of these field artillery pieces is far superior to the artillery pieces cast by the Spaniards themselves.
But what shocked General El even more was the short barrel design and gun carriage design of these artillery pieces...
These two points seemed to open the door to a new world for him.
It turns out that bigger is not better for artillery. Making it smaller has its uses.
If such a small cannon is used as a naval gun, siege gun, or fortress gun, it will definitely not be enough to look at.
But if used in field battles, it is far more convenient than the heavy artillery they use now.
In terms of maneuverability and rate of fire alone, that artillery far exceeds the artillery they are using now.
Thinking about all of this, a smile broke out on General El's face.
However, after a moment, the smile on his face faded.
He turned around and said to Rosen.
"Major Rosen, you should hurry back to Mexico City and report to the Governor that Akito may have arrived in the New World."
"Please make your decision, Lord Governor!"
Suddenly, General El slapped his head and said.
"Quick, go see if those prisoners of war are still alive!"
"If there is still life left, let's not kill him yet."
General El ordered.
Of course, the reason why General El is like this is not because of his conscience.
Instead, he was going to interrogate the Indian prisoners of war about the source of their weapons, and after interrogating him, he got the answer he wanted.
Then trap and kill them all!
Didn't God teach them that if they kill pagans, they can go to heaven?
General Tariel will go to heaven in the future, and he will definitely show no mercy to the infidels.
Upon hearing this, Sidson ran quickly towards the pit where the prisoners of war were killed.
When he arrived at the big pit, he saw that it had been filled in.
Several hands with white skin and nails full of dirt stretched out from the soil and tried to struggle for life, but they were chopped off by several Spanish soldiers with knives.
Sidson reported the results to General Ell.
General El sighed, but still spoke.
"That's all, in that case, just check it out slowly!"
…
At the same time, the defeated Indian chiefs also fled north, preparing to run to Ming Dynasty's San Francisco camp to seek asylum from Ming Dynasty.
The main force they finally organized was defeated by the Spaniards, and they were completely discouraged.
A group of people thought about it and agreed that their hope lay in the Daming Camp in San Francisco.
In their view, the only one currently capable of supporting them and blocking the Spanish attack is the Ming Dynasty.
Apart from this, they can't think of any other way!
An Shengqiang, the governor of Xinzhou in the Ming Dynasty, received the news of the Indians' disastrous defeat in El Paso. Although he was not surprised, he was still a little stunned.
Knowing that the situation was critical, he could only summon General Wei Wu to discuss matters.
"As expected by the general, the coalition of Indian tribes was defeated miserably in El Paso."
An Shengqiang picked up the teacup and took a sip, his face full of visible sadness.
Wei Wu heard this and spoke to comfort him.
"Don't worry, Lord Governor!" Department
"This new continent is so vast, with an area of more than ten thousand miles. Not to mention that Hong Mao may not be able to detect our existence. Even if he can detect it, 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 moment and then said.
"Besides, just counting the time, my Ming Dynasty's supply fleet should be arriving by then."
"According to the plan of the imperial court, this time along with the supply fleet, there will be a rotation unit to rotate the garrison in the New World."
"If the garrison and the replacement troops are added, there will be almost 6,000 people."
"At that time, even if the red hair comes to kill, our army no longer has to worry. It is completely possible to gather our forces to fight back."
When An Shengqiang heard this, although the worry on his face dissipated a lot, he still spoke.
"The general should pay more attention during this period and take good care of the army. This will surely make the brothers relax and be ready to fight at any time."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Wu nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I will try my best!"
"..."
While An Shengqiang and Wei Wu were discussing matters, someone from outside came in to report.
"Your Majesty the Governor, General, several Indian chieftains who escaped from the El Paso battlefield want to see you."
Hearing this, An Shengqiang nodded slightly.
"Bring people in!"
Not long after, several Indian chiefs wearing official uniforms of the Ming Dynasty were brought to An Shengqiang.
Seeing this, An Shengqiang asked.
"I wonder why you want to see me?"
An Shengqiang is obviously pretending to be confused.
After hearing this, the leading Indian chief who was canonized as a hereditary commander spoke.
"Sir Governor, we led the troops to fight against the red hair in El Paso, but unfortunately we were defeated!"
"Now the red-haired soldiers may go north at any time. Please help us, Mr. Governor, to overcome the difficulties at hand."
Hearing this, An Shengqiang smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"The Ming Dynasty's garrison in the New World is limited, and it is temporarily unable to go south to fight the red-haired people."
After hearing this, the Indian chief still spoke.
"In this case, please ask the imperial court to sell a batch of arms and weapons to us."
"We will naturally lead our troops south and then fight Hong Mao decisively!"
Even though the Indians performed poorly on the battlefield, their fighting will was quite firm.
They dare to fight against powerful enemies!
An Shengqiang spoke again, still refusing.
"I'm afraid this won't work either!"
"It will take some time for the imperial supply ship to arrive. Before the imperial supply ship arrives, I don't have many weapons on hand that I can't sell to you."
After An Shengqiang finished speaking, the Indian chief across from him looked a little unhappy.
After being rejected twice in a row, no matter who it is, it will not look good.
Besides, the reason why they want to accept the canonization of Ming Dynasty, become local officials of Ming Dynasty, and nominally accept the leadership of Ming Dynasty.
What he did was provide arms assistance from the Ming Dynasty!
Now that Ming Dynasty would not sell them arms, they were naturally unhappy and felt that they had been deceived.
Seeing this, Wei Wu opened his mouth to calm down the atmosphere.
"Although the imperial court is temporarily unable to go south to fight, it is also unable to sell weapons to you."
"But, I can help you train your troops!"
"In the battle of El Paso, your defeat was not due to weapons and armor, but to the lack of training of the troops."
"Your soldiers are very brave, but they lack the experience and tactics of large-scale operations, and they don't understand flags and orders."
"Scattered fighting may be feasible, but if you want to fight on a large scale, it will be a rabble, and you will be defeated in one battle."
"If you can get the imperial court to help you train your troops, it will take at most a few years to get an elite soldier with strict orders."
As soon as Wei Wu said these words, the resentment felt by the chiefs of these Indian tribes disappeared.
They had to admit that there was nothing wrong with what Wei Wu said.
They had all witnessed the Battle of El Paso and clearly knew their own side's shortcomings.
If Ming Dynasty is willing to help them train their army, even if there is no weapon assistance for the time being, it is not unacceptable.
After the chiefs of several Indian tribes got the answers they wanted, they all said goodbye and left.
After they left, An Shengqiang turned to ask Wei Wudao.
"If I, the Ming Dynasty, help these chieftains train the army, will there be a risk that the tail will be too big to lose?"
Wei Wu shook his head and said.
"Don't worry too much, Governor."
"Now my Ming Dynasty's biggest enemy in the New World is not these Indian tribes, but the red-haired soldiers in the south."
"As of now, we, the Ming Dynasty, and the Indian tribes have a common enemy."
"Making these Indian tribes stronger will be beneficial to our Ming Dynasty's rule in the New World."
"Furthermore, as long as I, the Ming Dynasty, can block the supply of weapons to these chieftains, I am not afraid that they will make a splash."
Those Indians don't have the ability to make weapons on their own, they don't even know how to smelt iron.
At most, they can only make some bronze weapons, or simply some bone and stone weapons.
Not to mention manufacturing gunpowder!
Even if Ming Dynasty sold them more muskets and artillery without any restrictions, as soon as the gunpowder was used up, Ming Dynasty would no longer sell them gunpowder, and the muskets and artillery in their hands would not be any better than fire sticks.
There is no need to worry about these native Indians losing their tails.
Wei Wu took a deep breath and spoke again.
"What's more important is that once our Ming Dynasty's camp in the New World is exposed, it may face Hongmao's attack."
"If the red hair attacks our San Francisco camp, it will definitely be an invasion by a large army, and our San Francisco camp will definitely fall into a tight siege."
"At that time, if there are Indian tribes outside to provide support, attack the Hongmao grain road logistics, or even guerrilla attacks on the Hongmao rear, making the Hongmao rear unstable, it can increase our army's chances of victory."
"At the very least, it can relieve the huge pressure we are facing!"
Hearing this, An Shengqiang had to admit that what Wei Wu said made sense.
"If the Ming Dynasty can operate peacefully in this new continent for ten years, just because our Ming army soldiers are good at fighting, why should we be afraid of Hong Mao?!"
An Shengqiang couldn't help but sigh.
Wei Wu nodded slightly and said.
"Who says it isn't!"
"Although the current situation is difficult, we are deeply favored by the emperor, so we should try our best to maintain it."
"This is my duty as a minister!"
"Fortunately, as long as the imperial supply fleet arrives, the situation will be greatly improved."
An Shengqiang nodded and said.
"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 defeated the Indians, Pizarro couldn't help but laugh out loud.
His face was filled with unconcealable joy!
But when he saw the report from General El and the others that they suspected of discovering Akito's traces.
The expression on Pizarro's face instantly became serious.
He quickly made a decision, and while preparing to welcome the army's triumphant return, he sent spies to the north to investigate the specific situation.
At the very least, we need to find out whether this matter is true or not!