The flares were modified by Han Du based on fireworks. Different metal powders were added to the gunpowder to give them different colors. A barrel made of fine steel is filled with two pieces of gunpowder, and the upper layer can easily be launched to an altitude of more than ten feet and explode.
Upon hearing Han Du's order, a messenger immediately took out a signal flare and lit it.
"Boom~boom!"
A red firework exploded in the air, and a loud thunder-like sound spread in all directions, clearly visible within a radius of several miles.
The most sensitive people to the thunder were the navy officers. Jiang Ming raised his eyes and saw the red light group in the sky that had not dispersed for a long time. His face suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "No, uncle is in danger."
Zhang Chao on the side also changed his expression, and immediately said: "I will take people to meet my uncle immediately. You can sit on the warship, adjust the position, and provide us with artillery support at any time."
Jiang Ming was anxious and naturally wanted to bring someone to help him. But after listening to Zhang Chao's words, I knew that Zhang Chao's method was the best, so he nodded and agreed, and couldn't help but tell him, "Zhang Chao, you must bring my uncle back, otherwise I will fight you to the death." .”
Zhang Chao sneered and said: "Don't worry, if my uncle can't come back, you don't have to fight for me. During the holidays, remember to give me a bowl of wine."
"Come here, prepare to fight, let's go!" Zhang Chao shouted, and hundreds of people came out of several nearby ships and gathered towards Zhang Chao.
Jiang Ming also shouted: "All warships adjust their positions and load on the port side!"
Although Han Du and others retreated resolutely, they went too deep after all. When they retreated less than one mile from the port, they were still surrounded by Javanese soldiers.
"Kill!" Hua Zhong pushed Han Du behind him, raised his hands and fired two shots, killing two people.
Suddenly, dense firecrackers sounded one after another, and the Javanese soldiers who had just surrounded them suddenly fell on their backs and suffered heavy losses. The Javanese soldiers had never seen such ferocious firepower, and they were so frightened that they retreated.
Han Du and others took advantage of this opportunity and rushed forward. When they encountered some Javanese soldiers who had the courage to come forward, they shot them down with one shot. Just like this, Han Du and others easily rushed nearly thirty feet away.
But as the people supervising the battle came up from behind, the Javanese soldiers came again to surround Han Du and others. This time it's not as easy as before, and I can only fight with my own strength.
Fortunately, Han Du and others relied on the sharpness of their firearms to suppress the Javanese soldiers one-sidedly. Han Du and others charged all the way, but within a short time, they left thousands of corpses along the way, but there were no casualties at all.
This is because all the Javanese soldiers are infantry, not even an archer, and have no ability to attack remotely.
The King of Java, who was standing on the royal city in the distance, saw this scene, his face became extremely livid, and he cursed fiercely: "Trash, they are all trash. An army of tens of thousands can't even kill dozens of people."
The elder on the side was not surprised, but said with a smile: "This is the sharpness of firearms. There are countless people in the world who want to kill Han Du, but he just relies on this sharp firearm to gallop around, and no one can do anything to him. "
Although the King of Java was resentful of Han Du, he was very greedy for Han Du's firearms. He quickly asked: "The elder is also from the Ming Dynasty. I wonder if it is possible to make such a firearm?"
The elder looked at the Javanese King and smiled without saying anything, but he couldn't help but cursed in his heart: 'If I had such a firearm, I would have killed you long ago. Now that I am the king, why would I let you yell at me? '
The King of Java saw the old man's expression and thought that he really had the ability to make such a firearm, and he couldn't help but make up his mind.
Although the revolver is extremely sharp, it does not have unlimited ammunition after all. There will always be times when it runs out of ammunition. There were only a few dozen people around Han Du, and he didn't have many bullets on him, only a few dozen rounds for each person. Everyone charged all the way, slaughtering thousands of people, and finally ran out of bullets less than a hundred meters away from the port.
Hua Zhong put away his revolver, drew out his sword, and shouted, "Soldiers, follow me and fight out. Victory is ahead."
"Kill~"
"Kill~"
"Kill~"
Hua Zhong jumped forward and slashed his head with a sword, cutting the Javanese in half with his spear and others. The ferocity of Huazhong temporarily frightened the Javanese, allowing the navy soldiers behind to take advantage of the Javanese's stunned skills to kill them wantonly.
However, Han Du and others were too small in number and were soon overwhelmed by the Javanese's next counterattack.
Hand-to-hand combat is the most bloody test of courage. Although the Ming soldiers did not lack courage, the Javanese also did not lack courage given their numerical superiority.
When swords and spears intersected, blood always spattered out, and the Ming Navy also began to suffer casualties.
Han Du thought about exercising at first, but since he made the revolver, he has never exercised seriously again. In Han Du's view, having a revolver is enough to protect himself. If the revolver cannot protect himself, then no matter how hard he exercises, it will not help. But now Han Du regrets this thought very much. His body will always be his last resort and will not be changed by weapons.
Han Du also held a long knife and slashed all the way, but in this unruly chopping, although he could cause a certain amount of damage to the enemy, he would inevitably get injured himself.
When the surrounding soldiers saw it, they surrounded Han Du one after another. For this reason, another person was stabbed to death by a spear by the Javanese. Han Du was shocked to see such a scene, but he was extremely powerless and could not change anything at all.
There was only a blazing anger in his chest, which made Han Du's eyes red and he wanted to go crazy.
Hua Zhong's clothes were in tatters, and every tear had a deep or shallow wound. He felt a little exhausted, but there were still layers of Javanese in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He lifted Han Du up and rushed forward with his sword, while saying: "Brother Han, it seems that we are in doom today."
"What? Are you scared?" Han Du asked in a stern tone with anger rising in his heart.
"I'm afraid of nothing, I'm just going to die. From the day I followed the old man to the battlefield, I never thought about living." Huazhong's hooliganism broke out and he said in a rough voice.
Then there was a sigh, "I am afraid that if you die, the emperor will think that I lost you, and will vent his anger on my wife, children, and children, so that they will not have a good life."
Han Du was silent for a while. Hua Zhong's worry was not unreasonable. It was not possible with Lao Zhu's personality, but he would definitely spread his anger to the Huai'an Marquis Mansion.
