"Rumble--"
Following the order, the red cannon headed towards the city of Relanja with incomparable power.
"boom--"
The huge iron ball hit the bastion, revealing a concave arc, and the entire city of Relanja shook.
"Just hit in one direction and be sure to make a hole for me."
Sun Lin was very excited. Witnessing the power of the red artillery, this feeling was so exciting.
Dozens of artillery fired volleys, and even if there were stones to block it, the huge recoil still caused a lot of smoke and dust to fly everywhere, accompanied by gunpowder smoke and drifting away in the wind.
Due to the lack of troops, the Dutch could not leave the city and could only endure the shelling silently.
The reason why Zheng Chenggong, the surnamed master of the country in history, was not good at attacking cities was that the incompleteness of the artillery, especially the shortage of red cannons, was an important reason.
Who made him suffer heavy losses in the Battle of Nanjing the year before and lost all his elite troops!
"It seems to be an eighteen-pounder. Akito's artillery is more powerful than ours."
The Englishman was startled and covered his mouth in astonishment.
Western artillery is measured in terms of pounds, which actually refers to the weight of the shell. Eighteen pounds is approximately equal to seventeen kilograms, and the caliber is 132 mm.
"Yes, Akito's skills seem to be better."
Enrique frowned and looked around, only to see that the commander was a young general, wearing a Ming army uniform, with a red triangle scarf on his shoulder, which was extremely conspicuous from a distance.
"It's not good news for the Dutch to provoke such a powerful enemy."
The English gloated.
"Yes!" Enrique agreed. This is not good news for Macau.
It seems that the city wall must be demolished.
Brother Zheng Zhilong also saw the power of the red cannon for the first time. They all wanted to stand on tiptoes and marvel at it.
"Brother, Jiannu relied on the red cannon to win the battle at Ningjin."
Zheng Hongkui said from the side.
"Of course I know!" Zheng Zhilong nodded hurriedly: "I also know that the slave chief Nurhaci was also killed by artillery."
As he spoke, he murmured to a few people: "I heard that there are such artillery pieces on the Donghai Navy's ships. This is really invincible!"
Being located on flat ground rather than in mountains, the artillery's central attack was extremely smooth.
Not to be outdone, the Dutch in the city also hurriedly used artillery to carry out bombardment.
It's a pity that the accuracy of artillery in this era is pitifully low. If it is a behemoth like a city wall, it will be fine, but if it is an artillery, it will be a black spot looking out from the city, and there is no hope at all.
As for the army, I'm sorry, but the Ming army had long retreated outside the firing range and watched with others, so the Dutch artillery was almost alone.
Dozens of artillery were constantly aiming at one point and bombarding them. Under the continuous bombardment, it took almost less than an hour for the Utrecht Fort, which served as a sentry, to be destroyed in an instant.
"kill--"
Sun Lin gave the order, and the Ming army quickly left. The small fort was quickly captured and more than a hundred people were captured.
This was a huge blow to the city of Relanja.
Through this period of attack, the effect is very significant.
Because the fortified and indestructible city of Geranje is no longer safe at this time and can be destroyed at any time like Utrecht Castle.
Looking at the turbulent Ming army under the city and the embarrassed captured Dutch, Felberg was shaken.
"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty the Governor——"
At this time, a subordinate on the side said: "The Tibetan people nearby have gathered and are on the road. The number exceeds ten thousand. If we can't defeat them, it won't be too late for us to surrender."
"good idea."
Felberg immediately cheered up.
These natives can be used to test the true strength of the Ming army.
Here, Sun Lin also learned the news and sneered: "Those Dutch people didn't dare to come out, so they sent some local dogs here just in time to test Erlang's blade."
"There are tens of thousands of people here."
Zheng Zhilong said solemnly: "Sun Youyi, this is no joke. It is very difficult and unnecessary for two thousand people to fight against ten thousand people."
"There are also ten thousand men under my command..."
Just as he was about to continue speaking, he was interrupted by Sun Lin: "Nan Anbo, although I don't know the strength of this group of Tibetan people, they can't compare to the Jiannu, let alone the officers and soldiers."
"The only advantage is the human ball, and the people from Beijing Camp are not afraid of this kind of mob."
"Since you are determined, then hold the battle for us!"
After saying that, he paused the bombardment and asked the Marines who had rested for a long time to come out and get into formation and prepare to attack.
In about a quarter of an hour, this elite Marine Corps performed a gathering in front of everyone, and their steps were extremely eye-catching.
The Marine Corps is different from other armies.
The musketeers on land are only responsible for killing and deterring. To truly expand the results, they must rely on the cavalry.
In the Marine Corps, the musketeers must expand their results, so they have light equipment and do not wear heavy armor.
As for the flintlock gun in his hand, it is even more different. There is also a bayonet on the muzzle, which is about one foot long.
In other words, a flintlock gun of more than four feet plus a bayonet of one foot, that is, more than five feet, can be used as a spear.
"coming--"
Sun Lin narrowed his eyes and said.
"Oh my God--"
The Portuguese, English, and Spanish people who were watching the battle stared dumbfoundedly at the crowd of more than 10,000 people swarming towards them.
Even though they were poorly dressed and had all kinds of weapons on them, when there were more than 10,000 people and boundless, the impact was extremely strong.
In front of them, the square formation consisting of only 2,000 people appeared even smaller after forming a formation.
Turik suppressed his heart palpitations. He looked at Zheng Yiguan, who was holding the battle at the side. He had huge troops and horses. Why didn't he go up to support him?
Felberg on the city wall was stunned, and he couldn't understand what these Mingren were thinking.
"preparation--"
Sun Lin was calm and looked at the natives all over the mountains and plains, and suddenly smiled.
Two hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps, one hundred steps...
Eighty steps——
"emission--"
Crackling——
At the command, a large amount of gunpowder smoke rose, and projectiles flew randomly.
"Second round shot——"
"Three rounds..."
Looking coldly at the descendants of the natives, Sun Lin gave orders without mercy.
For almost a quarter of an hour, or nearly ten rounds of shooting, there was a mess of corpses in front of the Ming army.
But more of the natives were frightened and ran away impatiently, not remembering the previous mission.
As the smoke from the battlefield cleared, a terrifying and involving scene appeared in front of everyone.
Some people were shocked and scared.
Sun Lin said coldly: "Tell those Dutch that if they don't surrender, this is what will happen to them once they break the city."
"Never accept prisoners—"
"What?" The entire city of Relanja was in an uproar.
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