The city walls of Pontianak.
The observation groups from various countries who were watching the battle with telescopes and feet propped up were stunned again and again.
"Is this a win?"
"This is too easy. The main force didn't even shoot. It was just a few hunters who came out and fired a few shots."
"this...."
The envoys of the observation group are all elites from various countries, and naturally there are military "experts" among them.
Of course, we can see how great the advantage of the Ming army is in this battle.
The young Tokugawa ruler watched with excitement and shouting.
"Jia Li, Jia Li, this is war!"
He now understood what Matsudaira Kaori said.
No matter how good your martial arts skills are or how good your swordsmanship is, they will be of little use on the battlefield.
Nowadays, wars are fought in tight horizontal formations, and there is no chance for you to move around and display your martial arts.
No matter how powerful the samurai is, he must go to see Amaterasu even if he is hit by a gun.
oh.
Now there is an additional hunter who comes out to shoot cold shots with a rifled gun, and then uses a small-caliber mortar that can be carried around by two soldiers to shoot cold shots.
"No, this is not a war yet..."
Matsudaira Iori shook his head repeatedly.
"What is facing the Ming Army cannot be considered an army at all. Of course... At this point in the fight, the Ming Army's equipment advantages have been fully demonstrated. You know, their large-caliber mortars haven't even been used yet!"
Matsudaira Kaori shook his head and said.
When he said this, he turned to look at the envoys from the Southeast Asian countries.
The two families of Siam, Burma, and Tay Son Dynasty, as well as Nguyen Phuc Anh, and those sultanates on the Malay Peninsula.
They were all drooling at the sight of that small-caliber mortar.
no doubt.
Compared with the kind of artillery that requires oxen and horses to pull.
This kind of weapon can be carried by a person and run, and its range is much longer than that of a flintlock gun.
It is very suitable for fighting in the dense forest environment of Southeast Asia.
"It seems that His Highness Prince Ming is going to do some big business..."
Matsudaira Iri thought.
His gaze shifted back to the distant battlefield.
...........
After two thousand Chinese musketeers surrendered.
The remaining three thousand native hand-to-hand soldiers were out of luck.
The two battalions of troops invested by the Ming Army immediately surrounded them on three sides.
The Ming army from three sides approached until they were only about twenty meters away from these native hand-to-hand soldiers before they heard the sharp sound of the suona.
As the Ming Army musketeers on three sides leveled their muskets almost at the same time.
A volley of fried beans exploded.
Twenty meters away.
More than a thousand muskets on the front fired almost simultaneously.
According to the Ming army's line infantry regulations.
Each loading adopts the principle of one large and two small.
It is a large lead bullet with two small lead bullets - this is learned from the French army.
In fact, it is different from what people imagine in the era of line infantry, which fired only one bullet at a time.
It is impossible for the armies of various countries in this era to "waste firepower" like this.
A large lead bullet should be accompanied by two or three smaller bullets to increase the hit rate and killing rate of the musket.
The muskets on three sides exploded simultaneously.
A crossfire came from three sides.
These tribal soldiers who had no protection on their bodies and whose weapons were mainly Borneo parang knives were in bad luck.
Balls of blood mist rose.
The wailing and begging for mercy kept coming and going.
A round of gunfire from a distance of twenty meters destroyed these native soldiers in one fell swoop.
The phalanx that was originally very chaotic now completely lost the shape of a military formation.
One or two hundred of the three thousand native soldiers were killed in one fell swoop, and the rest were so frightened that they scurried around like headless flies and huddled together.
Zhao Si, who was responsible for commanding this battle, was very satisfied with the effect of this volley.
With an order, the entire army launched a hand-to-hand assault!
"Kill!"
"Long live King Ming!!!"
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty shouted slogans and rushed forward with their muskets in hand.
before contact between the two parties.
The soldiers in the back row threw away the grenades in their hands.
Boom boom boom! !
This round of firepower claimed the lives of hundreds of native soldiers.
Then the soldiers in the front row thrust the bayonets forward fiercely.
Phew.
Phew.
Flesh and blood bodies are easily penetrated.
Under astonishing fear.
The native soldiers had no idea of resistance at all.
He just ran away holding his head.
The smarter ones knelt down and raised their hands.
...........
"Win! Win the fight!!"
Zhu Daohua stood on the observation deck on the second floor of the command post and looked at the battle situation with a telescope.
I couldn't help but feel excited.
He even had a bear hug with Napoleon next to him.
"Hahahaha! I won the battle! My dear Bonaparte! West Borneo is mine now!"
In comparison.
Napoleon was much calmer.
He is not tall to begin with.
He was given a bear hug by the tall Zhu Daohua and almost picked him up.
"My Majesty, as a king, you are really not calm enough..."
Escaped from Zhu Daohua's bear hug.
Napoleon complained helplessly.
calm?
Zhu Daohua shrugged.
Honestly.
He has never received the "imperial training" of any country in this era.
Although all the reasons before this battle can indicate that "the Ming army must win".
But victory was really coming.
He couldn't help but be excited.
In his previous life, he was a doctor on a ship.
It’s pretty good to be able to do this now.
I usually have to be tense in front of my subordinates.
Now that I'm in a happy mood, why not be a little more arrogant?
Then play music, then dance.
"Your Majesty, this battle has just begun. We have not yet won the final victory."
Napoleon reminded.
"What? You've been fighting for so long and you haven't won yet?"
Zhu Daohua frowned.
Napoleon pointed towards the rear where the two sides were fighting.
"Although these soldiers have basically no tactical literacy, their commanders are obviously very professional. You see, after the forwards retreated, they began to shrink and formed a defensive formation to avoid being scattered by the defeated troops..."
"Their commander must have been very knowledgeable about European infantry tactics."
Napoleon said.
Zhu Daohua raised the telescope, but it was too far away and could not see anything.
He put down the telescope, thought for a moment, and said, "It's the Dutch who did it!"
"I knew these Dutch ghosts wouldn't give in so easily."
Zhu Daohua said.
Napoleon suggested: "Your Majesty, this battle has been won for this reason, so just let it go."
"Collect it? How can we collect it? There are mobs on the opposite side, we can press them all at once and collect them all!"
Zhu Daohua said confidently.
"Your Majesty, war is not gambling, you can't fight it like this!" Napoleon said, "You don't know what cards your opponent has, and the number of enemies is more than ten times ours. We are now sure of victory and must not give our opponents any chance."
"After this battle, the Qing soldiers and native soldiers on the opposite side were already afraid when they faced us. This is our advantage. War is about accumulating our advantages and finally attacking at the minimum cost. The process of defeating your opponent.”
Napoleon said eloquently.
The young Bonaparte now bore some of the mold of the greatest military commander of the nineteenth century.
At this moment, Gu Song also reminded: "Your Majesty, the more than 10,000 young Chinese people opposite us account for at least 10% of the young Chinese people in West Borneo..."
Only then did Zhu Daohua wake up.
"Bonaparte, Wanqing, luckily you reminded me in time, I'm going to get a red eye."
West Borneo originally had a small Chinese population.
The number of Chinese is even smaller.
If more than 10,000 young Chinese people were beaten to death.
The only people who are happy are the natives...and the Westerners.
"Your Majesty, the rules of fighting among the Chinese here in Nanyang are that they cannot be ruthless...especially when the captives are allowed to be redeemed by their opponents."
"redemption?"
Zhu Daohua was stunned.
Gu Song smiled slightly. If he had a chicken feather fan in his hand, he could really pretend to be a Zhuge.
"Yes, we captured almost 1,500 Chinese soldiers in this battle. According to the rules of Nanyang, the ransom of a Chinese soldier requires at least thirty taels. This is almost fifty thousand taels of snowflake silver. What kind of capital does the Liu family have? Can you afford this money?”
"Hahahaha, the Liu family will definitely not be able to afford it. Just recruiting troops will empty out the Liu family's wealth!!"
Zhu Daohua couldn't help laughing.
If you lose the battle, you can't afford the money to redeem the person.
Then the remaining young Chinese should know who to follow in order to have food.
