"Boom~"
"Boom~"
"Boom~"
This is not the first time that the roar of artillery fire has sounded in Nanyang, and such a large-scale and intensive bombardment would be tantamount to catastrophe for Manchuria.
Zheng He's fleet was very strong, but his ammunition was consumed all the way from Nanyang to the African continent. When he came back, he could no longer provide such intensive fire coverage.
Therefore, both Manchuria and Sumatra subconsciously believe that the power of firearms is no more than this.
But today, they will find out how wrong they were.
Before more than a dozen ships filled with gold and silver had time to pay tribute to the fleet under Chen Kan, after a burst of intensive artillery fire, only a pile of broken wooden boards was left on the spot.
As for the gold, silver and people, they have long been missing.
Chen Kan didn't care whether the people on the boat died or escaped, it didn't matter.
"Send the order and move on!"
Tan Cong continued to issue orders to approach the coast.
Through the telescope, Chen Kan could see the opponent's fleet moving rapidly.
Dozens of warships, which were only slightly larger than Chen Kan's cruisers, lined up on both sides, seemingly trying to surround Chen Kan's fleet.
It is a pity that even though the number of Manlajia's warships is more than three times that of Chen Kan's fleet, the power of artillery cannot be made up by quantity.
"The mantis's arm is like a chariot, and the earthworm is shaking the tree!"
After Chen Kan finished speaking, Tan Cong once again gave the order to fire.
The rumbling sound of the cannons was deafening, and Manlajia's fleet wanted to repeat its old tricks and surround Chen Kan's fleet with a human sea tactic.
But under the cover of artillery fire, they had no chance to sail out of the port.
One by one, the warships turned into pieces and sank to the bottom of the sea. Countless soldiers from Manlajia abandoned the ships and fled with horror on their faces.
Nanyang dialect: "This is the power of the gods, we cannot resist..."
"Oh my God, who can tell me why we want to provoke such a powerful enemy?"
"No, help, help me!"
"The Ming army's artillery is coming again, run away!"
There was a sudden commotion at the port in front of Malacca City.
The Manchu soldiers were frightened.
The opponent's artillery can easily tear their warships apart, but they don't even have a chance to get close to the opponent. How should they deal with such a war?
Crying, wailing, begging for mercy, the sounds represent all aspects of life.
A native who looked like an officer was standing on the bow of the ship. He had just shouted the word "surrender" to Chen Kan's fleet when the oncoming shells tore him into pieces.
"No~"
Under artillery fire, all living beings are equal. No matter you are a high-ranking general or a civilian temporarily captured as a sailor, under artillery fire, your only fate is to become a pile of minced meat.
And their hoarse screams were destined not to reach Chen Kan's ears.
The distance between the two sides is too far.
Chen Kan couldn't even see clearly what the people on the opposite fleet looked like. He could only see countless figures dodging back and forth on the ship through the telescope.
More soldiers jumped towards the sea. They could not return to the shore, and they had no way to stay on the ship.
There was a supervising team sent by Paramesura on the shore. As long as any soldiers dared to abandon the ship and escape, their heads would be cut off with a knife.
While staying on the ship, the Ming army's artillery fire was as dense as raindrops, and there was no chance of survival.
Only by jumping into the sea might there be a chance of survival.
"Send the order, the cruiser is approaching the coast and blocking their retreat!"
Tan Cong methodically issued orders one after another, and each order could consume the lives of many Manglajia soldiers.
Chen Kan stuffed his ears with two balls of cotton.
Holding a telescope, he quietly watched the disintegration of the Manchuria-Canada fleet on the other side.
It was also the first time for Chen Kan to fight such a rich battle. Countless cannonballs poured down, and the enemy fleet collapsed like a bony Nomi card.
How can I put it, it looked a bit spectacular at first, but then it got a bit boring.
The scene in front of them was more like a one-sided massacre than a war.
The roar of artillery fire had been ringing for an hour, and Chen Kan hadn't even seen the enemy's face.
Although it was fun, it wasn't passionate enough.
Many soldiers holding muskets stood on the deck, and they could only watch with envy as the gunners fired continuously, but the muskets they carried did not have much effect.
It was as if they were just coming to watch a show.
Chen Kan smacked his mouth, and suddenly threw the telescope in his hand to Zhang Dong with some disappointment.
Because there is no need to read any more.
This is not a war. The difference in strength between the two sides is too great.
In just one hour, more than a thousand enemy warships were beaten to only half of them.
Originally, Chen Kan planned to attack from both sides with Zheng He, capture the city of Malacca within three days, and then return to Bolingbang to rescue Song Qing. Under the current situation, it seemed that it would not even take three days.
Chen Kan can now finally understand why during the Eight-Nation Allied Forces' invasion of China, our Qing army of hundreds of thousands could not stop the coalition forces of several thousand people, and were surprised that such a small number of people easily entered the capital Beijing.
At that time, I still felt that I was incompetent.
Now it seems that the Qing Dynasty's incompetence is only one aspect. On the other hand, it is also true that flesh and blood cannot stop the bombardment of artillery fire.
Because this is not a war at all, but a one-sided massacre.
What is a war? The two sides are fighting back and forth. You sing and I appear. That’s called a war. Can a group of adults chasing a group of children with machetes in their hands be called a war?
Two hours later, the sound of artillery fire finally stopped.
After three hours of bombardment, the Managa navy fleet outside the city of Malacca only had a scattered one or two hundred warships left. There was almost no warship left. is intact.
As for the Manchurian army, they had already abandoned their warships.
Even their own supervising team was killed by the soldiers who abandoned the ship and fled.
Tan Cong ordered a ceasefire not because Chen Kan's fleet had run out of ammunition, but because Zheng He's fleet had arrived.
A slightly dilapidated treasure ship, but much larger than the treasure ship Chen Kan was riding on, stopped steadily a few hundred meters away from the treasure ship Chen Kan was riding on.
The other party waved the command flag to indicate their intention, and the soldiers under Chen Kan waved the command flag in response.
A moment later, an old cruiser sailed towards Chen Kan's treasure ship from the other side's treasure ship.
Chen Kan asked someone to put down the boat ladder, and the three people climbed up along the boat ladder.
"Hahahahaha, Marquis Jinghai, I am not late, am I?"
Zheng He arrived before he could, and a burst of hearty laughter showed his current mood.
Chen Kan greeted him with a smile: "Hahahaha, Commander Zheng came to this place without any scruples. Aren't you afraid that the two of us will be killed by the enemy in one fell swoop?"
"Do they have this ability?"
Zheng He's tone contained strong confidence.
The two fleets converged, which meant that the ships under Zheng He's command would immediately be supplied with ammunition.
On the small strait, more than 500 Ming warships were stationed.
In this era, it is an invincible existence.
Therefore, Zheng He dared to join Chen Kan on his ship without any scruples. This not only showed his trust in Chen Kan, but also his absolute confidence in the power of the Ming Dynasty.
Chen Kan grabbed Zheng He's sleeve and said from the bottom of his heart: "Wandering at sea for three years, promoting the prestige of the Ming Dynasty abroad, thank you for your hard work, Commander Zheng."
Chen Kan was really emotional, because Zheng He had become darker, thinner, and had a weathered face. He did not look like a great eunuch who had been clean for many years, but more like a Nanyang native.
Only a pair of eyes were still as bright as the stars in the sky.
Hearing this, Zheng He smiled brightly and said: "Zheng He is incompetent and has to trouble Marquis Jinghai to come to rescue him. It is really an embarrassment to His Majesty."
"Why should Commander Zheng belittle himself? He failed to get any supplies in three years and still managed to maintain the integrity of the fleet. With this ability, who wouldn't praise Commander Zheng as a famous general in the world?"
Chen Kan suppressed Zheng He's words and pulled him towards the room.
As he walked, he said: "This time your Majesty sent me to bring a lot of chicken, duck and fish from Damin. I have asked people to clean it up. For three years, Zheng Shuai had to sleep in the open. The taste of this hometown must have been blurred. Quickly follow." I am leaving now that I have had enough to eat and drink, so that I can wash away the shame that Manlajia has brought to the general..."
Chen Kan's tone was cordial and straightforward, which made Zheng He, a tough guy with blood, his eyes suddenly turn red.
Who can not miss the taste of hometown?
