All disputes and angry emotions completely dissipated the moment the gunfire rang out.
Realizing they had become targets under enemy aim, all the Spaniards scrambled to find the nearest cover to evade, even Lisoben, the native, was no exception—
Having just witnessed the terrifying power of firearms, he hid faster than the Spaniards.
The sturdy trunk gave everyone a sense of security. Havier, sweating profusely in fear, pressed his entire body almost completely against the ground, cautiously lifting his head to look towards the direction where the gunfire came from, trying to find traces of the enemy.
The other Spaniards, while concealing their bodies, were taking the matchlock guns from their backs, ready to immediately retaliate against the enemy.
They all thought the enemy was also using the inaccurate matchlock guns, which was why the first round of shooting missed, never expecting that it was deliberate by the enemy.
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