Qianlong: Qing Dynasty?What about my Daqing?

Chapter 43 You can't bet on war 【For collection, please follow up】

The wall of Pontianak City.

The observation groups from various countries who were watching the battle with binoculars and feet on their feet were all stunned and stunned.

"Is this a win?"

"It's too easy, the main force didn't even shoot, just a few hunters 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, it can be seen how big the advantage of the Ming army is in this battle.

The young Tokugawa ruled the country with blood boiling and yelling.

"Jiali, Jiali, this is war!"

Now he understood what Matsudaira Jiali said.

No matter how good the martial arts are, no matter how good the swordsmanship is, they are of little use on the battlefield.

Now wars are all lined up in tight horizontal formations to shoot guns, and there is no chance for you to move around and show off your martial arts.

No matter how powerful a samurai is, if he is shot by a gun, he will go to see Amaterasu.

Oh.

Now there is an extra hunter who came out to shoot cold shots with a rifled gun, and then used a small-caliber mortar that could be carried around by two soldiers to fight cold bubbles.

"No, it's not war yet."

Matsudaira shook his head again and again.

"The Ming army is not an army at all, of course. For this sake, the Ming army's equipment advantages have been fully demonstrated. You know, their large-caliber mortars have not yet been used!"

Matsudaira Jiali shook his head and said.

When he said this, he turned his head and looked at the missions from the Southeast Asian countries.

Siam, Burma, the two families of the Xishan Dynasty, and Ruan Fuying, the sultanates on the Malay Peninsula.

They're all drooling over those small caliber mortars.

no doubt.

Compared with the kind of artillery that needs to be drawn by cattle, horses and animals.

This kind of weapon can be carried by a person who can run, and has a range much farther than a flintlock gun.

It is very suitable for fighting in the dense forest environment of Southeast Asia.

"It seems that His Royal Highness Prince Ming is going to make some big deals."

Matsudaira thought.

His gaze shifted back to the distant battlefield.

After the surrender of two thousand Chinese Musketeers.

The remaining three thousand native hand-to-hand soldiers were out of luck.

The strength of the two battalions invested by the Ming army surrounded them on three sides at once.

The Ming army on three sides approached until they were only about 20 meters away from these native hand-to-hand soldiers before they heard the sharp suona sound.

Along with the Ming army musketeers on three sides, they leveled their muskets almost at the same time.

A volley of fried beans exploded.

20 meters away.

More than a thousand muskets on the front were fired almost simultaneously.

According to the Ming army's line infantry regulations.

Each filling is to adopt the principle of one big with two small.

It's just a large lead shot with two small lead shots-this is learned from the French army.

In fact, it is different from the era of line infantry that people imagined and only fired one bullet at a time.

It is impossible for the armies of all countries in this era to "waste firepower" in this way.

A large lead bullet should be carried with two or three small bullets to improve the hit rate and killing rate of the musket.

The muskets on three sides exploded at the same time.

A crossfire from three sides was formed.

These tribal indigenous soldiers who did not have any protection on their bodies and their weapons were mainly borneo parang knives were in bad luck.

Clouds of blood mist rose up.

Chirping wailing and begging for mercy came and went.

A round of guns at a distance of 20 meters knocked down these native soldiers.

The phalanx, which was already very chaotic, now completely lost the shape of a military formation.

One or two hundred of the 200 native soldiers were killed in one fell swoop, and the rest were terrified, scurrying around like headless chickens, and huddled together.

Zhao Si, who was in charge of commanding this battle, was very satisfied with the effect of the gun discharge.

With one order, the whole army launched a hand-to-hand assault!

"Kill!"

"Long live King Ming!!!"

The soldiers of the Ming army shouted slogans and rushed forward with their muskets in hand.

before the two parties come into contact.

The soldiers in the back row threw out the grenades in their hands.

Boom boom boom! !

This round of firepower reaped the lives of hundreds of native soldiers.

Then the bayonet in the hands of the soldiers in the front row stabbed forward fiercely.

puff.

puff.

Flesh and blood are easily penetrated.

Under terrific fear.

The native soldiers had no idea of ​​resistance at all.

He just ran away holding his head.

The clever ones knelt down and raised their hands.

"Win! I won!!"

Zhu Daohua stood on the observation deck on the second floor of the command post and watched the battle with a telescope.

I couldn't help being excited.

He even had a bear hug with Napoleon next to him.

"Hahahaha! Victory! My dear Bonaparte! West Borneo is now mine!"

In contrast.

Napoleon was much calmer.

He was not very tall.

Being hugged by the tall Zhu Daohua, he almost hugged him directly.

"My lord, as a king, you are really not calm enough."

Break free 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 explain that "the Ming army will win".

But the victory was really coming.

He still couldn't help being excited.

He was a doctor on a ship in his previous life.

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 good mood, what's wrong with being a little presumptuous.

Then play music, then dance.

"My lord, this battle has just begun, and we haven't won the final victory yet."

Napoleon reminded.

"What? It's all for this, and you haven't won yet?"

Zhu Daohua frowned.

Napoleon pointed to the rear of the battle.

"Although these soldiers basically don't have any tactical literacy, their commanders are obviously very professional. You see, they began to shrink after the striker retreated, forming a defensive formation to avoid being scattered by the rout."

"Their commander must have been very knowledgeable about European infantry tactics."

said Napoleon.

Zhu Daohua raised his binoculars, but he couldn't see anything from too far away.

He put down the binoculars and thought for a while, then said, "It must be the Dutchman's fault!"

"I knew these Dutch ghosts didn't throw in the towel so easily."

Zhu Daohua said.

Napoleon suggested: "Your Majesty, this battle has already been won at this point, so let's accept it as soon as it is good."

"Accept it? How can we accept it? There are mobs on the opposite side, we can press them all up and clean them up!"

Zhu Daohua said confidently.

"My lord, war is not a gamble, you can't fight like this!" Napoleon said, "You don't know what cards your opponent has, and the number of enemies is more than ten times that of ours. Now we are sure of winning, and we must not give our opponent any chance."

"After this battle, the Qing soldiers and native soldiers on the opposite side were already terrified when they faced us. This is our advantage. War is to accumulate our advantages continuously, and finally strike at the smallest cost. The process of crushing the opponent."

Napoleon said eloquently.

Young Bonaparte now had some of the greatest military leaders of the nineteenth century.

At this moment, Gu Song also reminded: "Your Majesty, the more than 1 young Chinese across the street account for at least [-]% of the young Chinese in West Borneo."

Zhu Daohua just woke up.

"Bonaparte, Wan Qing, fortunately you reminded me in time, I'm going to get red-eyed."

West Borneo had a small Chinese population.

The number of Chinese is even smaller.

If these more than 1 young Chinese were killed.

Only natives and Westerners can be happy.

"My lord, the rules of fighting among Chinese here in Nanyang are that you can't be ruthless. Especially the captives can allow their opponents to redeem them."

"redemption?"

Zhu Daohua was taken aback.

Gu Song smiled slightly, if he had a feather fan in his hand, he could really pretend to be a living Zhuge.

"Yes, we captured about 30 Chinese soldiers in this battle. According to Nanyang's rules, a Chinese soldier needs at least 5 taels of ransom to settle the matter. This is almost [-] taels of snowflake silver. What capital does the Liu family have to pay?" Can you afford the money?"

"Hahahaha, the Liu family definitely can't afford it, just recruiting soldiers and horses will empty out his Liu family's wealth!!"

Zhu Daohua couldn't help laughing.

If you lose, you can't afford to pay to redeem people.

Then the remaining young Chinese should know who to follow in order to have a good meal.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)