Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 549 This is a Massacre
"Boom--"

Following an order, the red-clothed cannon headed towards the city of Zeelandia with incomparable power.

"boom--"

The huge iron ball hit the bastion, revealing a concave arc, and the entire city of Zeelandia trembled three times.

"Just hit in one direction, be sure to make a hole for me."

Sun Lin was very excited. Witnessing the power of the red-clothed cannon was really exciting.

Dozens of cannons fired in salvo, and even though there were stones resisting them, the huge recoil force still caused a lot of smoke and dust to rise up, blowing away with the wind along with the gunpowder smoke.

Due to the lack of troops, the Dutch could not go out of the city and could only endure the shelling silently.

Zheng Chenggong, the national surname in history, certainly had the reason why the Zheng family army was not good at attacking the city. The incompleteness of artillery, especially the shortage of red cannons, was an important reason.

Who caused him to suffer heavy losses in the Battle of Nanjing the year before, and lose all his elite!
"It seems to be an eighteen-pound gun. Ming people's artillery is more powerful than ours."

The Englishman was taken aback and covered his mouth in astonishment.

Western artillery is measured in pounds, but it actually refers to the weight of the shells. Eighteen pounds is about seventeen catties, and the caliber is 132 mm.

"That's right, Mingren's technology seems to be better."

Enrique frowned and looked around, only to see that the commander was a young general, dressed in the uniform of the Ming army, with a red triangle scarf on his shoulders, which was extremely conspicuous from a distance.

"It's not good news for the Dutch to provoke such a strong enemy."

The Englishman gloated.

"Yes!" Enrique responded, this is not good news for Macau either.

It seems that the city wall must be demolished.

As for the Zheng Zhilong brothers, it was also the first time they saw the power of the red-clothed cannon, and each of them wished to stand on tiptoe and look in amazement.

"Brother, Jiannu won the battle of Ningjin by relying on the cannon in red."

Zheng Hongkui said aside.

"Of course I know!" Zheng Zhilong nodded hurriedly, "I also know that the slave chief Nurhachi was also shot to death by artillery."

As he spoke, he murmured to several people: "I heard that there are such cannons on board the Donghai Navy's ship. It's really unstoppable!"

Located on flat land, not mountainous land, the artillery's central attack was extremely smooth.

The Dutch in the city were not to be outdone, and hurriedly used artillery to bombard them.

It's a pity that the accuracy of artillery in this era is pitifully low. If it's a giant like a city wall, it's fine, but if it's an artillery, it's a black spot when viewed from the bottom of the city, hopeless at all.

As for the army, I'm sorry, the Ming army has long retreated out of range and watched with other people, so the Dutch artillery was almost lonely.

Dozens of artillery were constantly aiming at a single point of bombardment, and under the continuous bombardment, it took almost less than an hour for Utrecht Castle, which was used as a sentry, to be bombed down in an instant.

"kill--"

With Sun Lin's order, the Ming army rushed away, and quickly captured the small fort, taking more than a hundred people prisoner.

This was a huge blow to Zeelandia City.

Through this section of the attack, the effect is very significant.

Because the strong and indestructible city of Zeelandia represented by this is no longer safe at this time, like Utrecht Castle, the city will be destroyed at any time.

Looking at the dark Ming army below the city, and the Dutch captured in embarrassment, Ferberg was shaken.

"Don't be afraid, Your Excellency—"

At this time, the subordinate at the side said: "The Fans nearby have gathered and are on the way. The scale exceeds ten thousand. If we can't even beat them, it will not be too late for us to surrender."

"good idea."

Felberg perked up immediately.

It happened that these natives could be used to test the true strength of the Ming army.

And here, Sun Lin also heard the news, and said with a sneer, "The group of Dutchmen didn't dare to come out, so they even sent some local dogs here, just in time to try Erlang's blade."

"There are tens of thousands of people here."

Zheng Zhilong said solemnly: "Sun Guerrilla, this is not a joke. It is very difficult and unnecessary for 2000 people to hit [-] people."

"There are tens of thousands of sons under my command..."

Just about to continue, Sun Lin interrupted: "Nan'anbo, although I don't know the strength of this group of barbarians, they are no match for Jiannu, let alone officers and soldiers."

"The only advantage is the human ball, and the people from the Beijing camp are not afraid of this kind of mob."

"Since you have the heart, then fight for us!"

After finishing speaking, he suspended the shelling, and let the marines who had rested for a long time come out, set up their formation, and prepare to attack.

For about a quarter of an hour, this elite Marine Corps performed a gathering in front of everyone, walking forward, which can be described as extremely eye-catching.

The Marine Corps is different from other armies.

The Musketeers on land are only responsible for killing and deterring, and the real expansion of the results depends on the cavalry.

In the Marine Corps, musketeers must expand their results, so they are lightly equipped 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 a foot or so.

That is to say, a flintlock gun 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 Spaniards watching the game stared dumbfounded at the tens of thousands of people who swarmed in.

Even though they are dressed in simple clothes and have all kinds of weapons on their bodies, once there are more than [-] people and boundless, the impact they bring is extremely strong.

And in front of them, the square team consisting of only 2000 people looked even smaller after forming a formation.

Turik suppressed his heart palpitations, he looked at Zheng Yiguan who was standing beside him, his army was huge, why didn't he go up to support him?

But Felberg on the city wall was stunned, and he couldn't figure out what these bright people were thinking.

"preparation--"

Sun Lin didn't panic, looked at the aborigines all over the mountains and plains, and suddenly laughed.

Two hundred steps, 150 steps, one hundred steps...

Eighty steps——

"emission--"

crackling-

With a password, a large amount of gunpowder smoke rises, and randomly is the flying of projectiles.

"Two shots—"

"Three rounds..."

Looking coldly at the successive natives, Sun Lin gave orders without mercy.

It took almost a quarter of an hour, or nearly ten rounds of shooting, and there was a mess of corpses in front of the Ming army.

The more natives were so frightened that they couldn't wait to run away, and they couldn't remember the previous mission.

As the smoke cleared from the battlefield, a terrifying and involving scene was presented to everyone.

Everyone was shocked and scared.

Sun Lin said coldly: "Tell those Dutchmen that if they don't surrender, once they break through the city, they will end up like this."

"Never take prisoners—"

"What?" The entire Zeelandia city was in an uproar.

(End of this chapter)