The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 226
The explosion happened!

This curious Qing soldier was instantly engulfed by shock waves and flames.

The body was torn to pieces!
Completely disappeared in the explosion.

Although the power of the blooming bullets in this era is just like that.

It may not be possible to break through closed fortifications, but it is still very useful for fighting open-air forts.

boom!Boom!

Explosion sounded continuously.

The flowering bullet fell mercilessly on the Humen Fort.

Some shells exploded after landing, while others exploded above everyone's heads, forming air-burst bombs.

In an instant, dense barrages enveloped the scene!

Sweep and destroy everything around!
In front of the dense fragments, the cotton armor on the soldiers of the Qing army was easily torn apart like thin paper.

Amidst the screams, gunners of the Qing army were constantly torn apart by fragments of bombs.

The entire Humen Fort was filled with screams and wailing.

Although there is no difference between the artillery of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, they are all front-mounted smoothbore guns.

Good, not going anywhere good; bad, not going anywhere bad!

But in terms of artillery shells, the gap between the Ming and Qing Dynasties is huge.

Solid bullets and blooming bullets are two completely different things!

After the Ming army used the flower bombs, the Qing army at the Humen Fort was beaten so hard that they couldn't lift their heads in an instant!

Huang Zhongyuan felt chills in his heart as he watched the constantly crumbling battle situation and the corpses in different shapes on the fort.

"Who is the thieves who came here? Is it the Ming thieves?"

Because it was too dark, Huang Zhongyuan hadn't found out who the offender was until now.

The artillery battle between the two sides is still going on!
The artillery bombarded, and the entire sea was full of gunpowder smoke.

But that's all. Although the Ming army gained an advantage in the artillery battle, it failed to expand the results.

The reason is very simple. Although the flower bomb is easy to use, it is expensive!
Five taels of silver for a small flower bomb, and ten taels of silver for a large flower bomb.
The richest man Zheng can't do it either!
After causing certain casualties to the Humen Fort with flowering bullets, the Ming army switched to solid bullets again.

A solid iron ball hit the fort mercilessly!
Earth and rocks splashed, and even cracks appeared in the main building of the low fort.

A heavy cannon of the Qing army was hit by a sudden shell, and the cannon body was thrown into the air, distorted and deformed, killing several Qing army gunners.

This artillery group of the Qing army also suffered a martyrdom explosion!
Amid the sound of rumbling explosions, stumps and broken arms flew everywhere.

Click!

This is the sound of Qing army shells hitting the side of Ming army warships.

A [-]-material sand ship of the Ming army was pierced through the sideboard, and the soldiers of the Ming army jumped into the sea to escape.

This sandship is sinking slowly!

At the same time, the news of the attack on the Humen Fort and the emergency call for help was quickly reported to Guangzhou City.

……

The Fortress of Macau!

Zhu Hongyu and Zheng Chenggong stood on the big fort.

Looking at the structure of the Fortress, the two were full of sighs.

"Fortunately, the sneak attack was successful, otherwise, if we want to attack the big fort head-on, I don't know how many people will die!"

Zheng Chenggong said with emotion in his voice.

Beside him, stood the most faithful old friend of the Portuguese of Macau, "Charles the English Captain".

At this time, Charles was standing beside Zheng Chenggong with a flattering face, asking for credit from Zheng Chenggong.

Charles is an English-French half-breed, unable to get along in Europe, and chooses to go to sea with the fleet to seek a living.

Came to Asia!
Later, the Zheng family's fleet took a fancy to his proficient sailing skills, and paid a high price for him.

Although he is of mixed race, he is at least half British, with a cockney accent in English.

Putting it in front of a serious British person, it is estimated that it will be dismantled at a glance.

The smell of mixed blood can't be concealed!

But with his Angsa face and London accent, it is still no problem to fool the Portuguese in Macau.

After all, most of the Portuguese in Macau are native-born Macau people.

They don't necessarily know as much about the British as Zhu Hongyu, a time traveler.

Zhu Hongyu touched a 48-pound heavy gun at hand, looking at the gun body thicker than a person's waist, he was speechless for a while.

I thought that if I was bombarded by such a heavy artillery, I am afraid that even a Western-style sailing battleship would not be able to handle it?
Zheng Chenggong patted Charles on the shoulder and said.

"Haha, Charles, you did a good job this time, and I will give you a reward later!"

Although Zheng Chenggong has a bad temper, he is still very generous to his subordinates. When it is time to give money, Zheng Shoufu will never pick and search.

Zhu Hongyu said.

"The marine troops have almost landed, but the siege still needs some preparations. By tomorrow's dawn, we can launch an attack and completely take the whole of Macau!"

Zheng Chenggong also nodded and said.

"The Bugarao Cannon Foundry has been taken down, and many cannon-casting craftsmen have been captured!"

Zhu Hongyu nodded slightly.

"Half and half?"

Zheng Chenggong nodded.

The two had already discussed how to distribute the craftsmen of the Bugarao Cannon Factory.

Zheng Chenggong fell in love with those craftsmen, and Zhu Hongyu was also very jealous.

These days, no one can have too many craftsmen who can make cannons!
Zhu Hongyu continued to look at the direction of Macau port, but his heart was full of emotion.

Macau was taken back by myself more than 300 years in advance!
Even if I can't drive out the Tartars and restore China in this life.

Being able to take back Macau can also be regarded as not traveling in vain!
A group of people left the top of the cannon, found a table in the Portuguese command room, and sat together.

Just when Zhu Hongyu and Zheng Chenggong were discussing how to attack and completely captured Macau, the Portuguese sent envoys.

It was a missionary named Francois.

Zhu Hongyu casually took Luo Wenzao over as an interpreter.

In fact, it's not that Zhu Hongyu doesn't understand. He was a special soldier in his previous life, and Portuguese is the most commonly used language in the world.

He knows a little bit.

It would be bullshit to say how advanced he understands, but oral communication is not a big problem!
The reason why Luo Wenzao is required to translate is to force the style!

The Portuguese can't just send an envoy, he, the supervisor of the Ming Dynasty, can talk to the other party in person, right?
Does Zhu Hongyu want to lose face?

Francois looked at Luo Wenzao who was standing beside Zhu Hongyu, and asked with a face full of disbelief.

"what on earth is it?"

"Dear Brother Luo, didn't you disappear in Manila? Why were you among the Ming-British coalition forces?"

Luo Wenzao snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disgust.

He had already seen clearly the nature of these missionaries, and he did not have the slightest liking for them.

"I am working for Daming now, and I have quit your Jesus cult! It has nothing to do with you!"

"Please don't call me a parishioner!"

Luo Wenzao said coldly.

Zhu Hongyu seemed to have heard something extraordinary.

The Ming-British Allied Forces...

Portuguese in Macau, what kind of stuff is this made up by yourself?
However, he looked around for a week. In the current situation around him, a group of people, including "British Captain Charles", were sitting together.

It is indeed a bit like the Ming-British coalition forces are discussing matters!

(End of this chapter)