At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 526 Fierce Battle

The night before dawn was terribly dark, and the sky seemed to sink into an abyss.

Suddenly, a rapid and sharp bamboo whistle came out, and the soldiers who were on standby immediately woke up from their sleep.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

Under the faint starlight, ships can be clearly seen appearing on the sea.

Fan Mingchen rushed out first. He was the son of Liang Guogong Fan Zhong. His son inherited his father's will, and he was also a good hammer. During the guarding of Ceylon Island, he played the role of vanguard many times, which was very brave.

It's just that when rescuing Peng Qing, the scene was too chaotic, and he lost a pair of copper hammers. At this time, he was carrying a long knife, which was very uncomfortable.

Behind him, the soldiers walked out of the barracks and came to the open space of the port.

There were even many ordinary people or Confucian scholars in long gowns who organized themselves and prepared to meet the enemy.

Holding the binoculars, Fan Mingchen saw the countless ships on the sea, and couldn't help but gasped.

The Ottomans have been planning for a long time, and finally they are about to fight.

"Everyone obeys!"

Fan Mingchen put down his binoculars and shouted: "We are ordered to guard Ceylon Island. No matter who the enemy is or how many troops they have, as long as they dare to land on the island, they will be our mortal enemy. This battle will never end!"

"We don't have much gunpowder left, so we don't need to keep the turret. We should use up all the ammunition, and then retreat to the second line of defense to contain the enemy with the help of fortifications."

"All the guard battalions are on horseback. After the enemy lands, attack from the rear, grab the gunpowder on their ships, blow up the ships, and cut off their retreat..."

After arranging everything, Fan Mingchen looked at the crowd quietly, and then said: "Once the battle starts, it will be a battle to the death. Today, I swear to live and die with Ceylon!"

"Swear to live and die with Ceylon!"

"Swear to live and die with Ceylon!"

"Swear to live and die with Ceylon!"

Everyone shouted loudly and rushed to their respective posts.

Fan Mingchen mounted his horse with a sword in his hand, ready to lead the guard battalion to charge.

Looking back, torches were also lit on the city wall in the distance. It should be that the large troops have received a signal and are gathering.

Boom!

Boom!

The cannons on the two turrets spit out flames at the same time, flying towards the enemy ship like two shooting stars.

In the hazy night sky, a shell could be seen hitting the enemy ship, and flames appeared on the sea.

Boom!

This time, it was the opposing ship's counterattack, but unfortunately their artillery was a bit weaker, and the shells fell into the sea water, causing quite a splash.

A ray of light appeared in the east, and the sun began to rise.

In the first ray of sunlight in the morning, Fan Mingchen clearly saw that there were more than a hundred ships on the sea, mighty and mighty, covering the sky and the sun.

Boom!

Boom!

The artillery of the two sides began to bombard each other, and a few shells hit the opponent's ship, but the port was also hit and suffered heavy losses.

"Report to the general, there are no more shells!"

Fan Mingchen ordered decisively: "Abandon the fort and withdraw to the second line of defense!"

"Yes!"

Immediately afterwards, he said to the guard battalion behind him: "Everyone must not act rashly, and when the bandit army lands, immediately follow me to attack the fleet and focus on destroying their artillery.

On the sea, countless landing ships rushed to the shallows, and a large number of Ottomans began the first wave of attack.

boom!
boom!
With the sound of musket guns, the two sides began their first confrontation evenly matched, each with injuries.

However, the Ottomans had more and more landing ships, and their numerical advantage continued to accumulate. Finally, the defense of the Ming army declined.

Boom!

The artillery of the Ottoman ship fired again, and the shells hit the Ming army's position, causing heavy casualties immediately.

Fan Mingchen led the guard battalion to hide in a remote corner, looking at what happened in front of him, his eyes were burning with anger, but he knew that it was not the right time to attack yet.

Boom!

Another artillery attack hit, and the Ming army's position was hit hard again.

The Ottomans took advantage of the situation and launched a charge, rushing towards the Ming army's position like a tide.

They also removed the artillery from the ship and carried it on the landing ship, ready to be transported ashore.

With the rise of firearms, artillery has become indispensable in large-scale battles.

In the past, whoever had more cavalry had an advantage. However, in front of firearms, today's cavalry no longer has any advantage at all.

"rush!"

Fan Mingchen finally waited for the opportunity and led his team to the beach.

At this time, the Ottomans had just landed and were struggling to move the artillery down from the shallows. The cavalry who suddenly rushed out caught them by surprise and resisted in a panic, but it was of no avail.

Boom!

Boom!

The huge explosion sounded again, and the Ottomans were surprised to find that this time they only heard the sound and did not see the shells falling.

Some people looked back, only to find that the rear team was attacked, and the artillery that had been transported so hard was blown up.

They immediately stopped charging, and turned to besiege this cavalry unit that did not talk about martial arts and engaged in sneak attacks.

Fan Mingchen didn't like to fight, he found a gap with few people, and led his team to rush out.

With the lessons learned just now, the Ottomans did not dare to be careless, but slowed down the speed of the attack, and let the infantry cover the artillery, and fought steadily.

These people were obviously experienced veterans. The spearmen lined up in a dense phalanx. There were two small phalanxes of musketeers in front, and there were cavalry wings on both sides. They echoed each other and advanced slowly.

Finally, the sound of artillery sounded again, and a new attack began.

Fan Zhong had already led a large army to fight, and saw Fan Mingchen running over on horseback.

"Father, the enemy has artillery, this battle is not easy!"

Fan Zhong's face was heavy, he nodded and said: "We have no way out, we have to hold on to death!"

"That kid, go charge again!"

"The guard battalion you bring is the only cavalry on the island, don't be reckless, wait for the opportunity!"

"The child understands!"

Fan Mingchen clasped his fists in salute, then got on his horse.

When the Ottomans advanced a certain distance, they felt difficulties, and the battle became anxious.

Because not only the regular army participated in the defense, but also a large number of civilians.

They are just ordinary people. For various reasons, they lost their land and could not survive, so they left their homes and followed the fleet to a strange land thousands of miles away.

Here, the emperor and Liang Guogong allocated land to them, giving them the motivation to live again.

They are afraid of death, but they are even more afraid of losing their land again.

In the eyes of farmers, the land is their sky.

They have gone through all sorts of hardships to arrive here. They have reclaimed pieces of land with their own hands, built houses, and planted farms. Slowly, this place has become their new home, and their fortunes and lives are all here.

It is impossible to retreat, even if you die, you must die here.

Boom!

Boom!

The artillery of the Ottomans continued to roar, and countless shells fell into the positions of the Ming army.

The Ming army fought back with muskets, bows and arrows, but they still couldn't stop the rhythm of the opponent's attack.

Fan Mingchen led the cavalry to wander outside, saw the right moment, raised his knife and shouted: "Kill!"

The guard battalion broke out again and rushed to the artillery position behind the Ottomans.

Fan Mingchen brandished a knife and rushed into the enemy's formation.

"kill!"

Immediately afterwards, Ottoman's cavalry also moved and rushed towards the Ming cavalry phalanx.

This is a heavy cavalry phalanx. The cavalry holds spears and is covered with iron armor. Even the horse's head and forelimbs are covered in it. Like a tank, they charged straight into the formation of the Ming army.

boom!
The two cavalry units collided fiercely, and suddenly a group of people turned their backs.

Fan Mingchen bumped into a cavalryman of the opponent head-on, and both sides flew out at the same time.

After the heavy cavalry fell to the ground, he lost the spear in his hand, so he rushed towards Fan Mingchen with his bare hands.

Fan Mingchen didn't have any protective gear on his body. He was dizzy from being thrown, and suddenly felt his body sinking. The other party pressed up with his armor, which made him feel suffocated.

The two were entangled, and the other party tightly strangled Fan Mingchen's neck.

Fan Mingchen struggled hard, but the opponent's strength was too great, and he couldn't break free at all.

He couldn't breathe, only felt a burst of blackness in front of his eyes, and almost fainted.

When his life was at stake, the corner of his eye caught the dagger at the opponent's waist, so he exhausted his last bit of strength, pulled out the dagger, and stuck it in the opponent's neck.

Steaming blood poured on his face, and then, a heavy body fell down and hit him.

Fan Mingchen tried his best to push the opponent's body away, gasping for breath.

On the battlefield, the two sides were still fighting fiercely, and there were shouts of killing from all directions.

However, Ottoman's army was too numerous, and the defense lines of the Ming army were constantly defeated, causing heavy casualties.

"Kill the enemy!"

With a loud roar, Fan Zhong swung two copper hammers to fight out.

woo-

The low sound of horns resounded throughout the port, and the final decisive battle began.

On the battlefield, the Ming army hiding in every corner heard the order and rushed out one after another.

Everyone tried their best to send the sharp blade in their hands into each other's body.

Some people lost their weapons, or even had no weapons from the beginning. They frantically used shovels, bricks, wood blocks...everything that could be used as a weapon to fight back against the enemy.

There are even more people, when they are about to die, they have to grab the other person's body with all their strength, or use their teeth to bite...

The battle lasted from early morning to noon, with countless casualties on both sides, and the battle was extremely tragic.

For some reason, there was a strange sound on the Ottoman flagship.

Immediately afterwards, these people stopped fighting and began to retreat on a large scale.

Someone with sharp eyes saw ships flying the Sun Moon Dragon flag appearing in their field of vision on the sea to the east, heading towards Ceylon Island quickly.

"Reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming!"

"It's our ship, the emperor has come to save us!"

"Kill!"

The Ming army began to push forward and launched a final counterattack.

The Ottomans were at the end of their strength. When they saw that the Ming army was coming to support them, they retreated decisively without any hesitation.

These people come in like a tide and recede like a tide.

Countless corpses were left on the beach, telling about the fierce battle that just happened.

The Ming fleet began to dock, and Zhang Mao was the first to land.

This was his second visit to Ceylon Island, and he was quite familiar with everything here. However, as far as he could see, there were only ruins left after the war and countless corpses.

The Ottoman fleet had withdrawn, Zhang Mao did not pursue, but ordered rescue.

After a large number of Ming troops landed, they immediately searched for survivors in this riddled land.

"General!"

Seeing someone coming in a hurry, Zhang Mao slowly raised his head.

"Liang Guogong, it's Liang Guogong...I found it!"

Zhang Mao hurriedly asked, "Where is it?"

"The injury is too serious, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."

"Take me there!"

Passing through a ditch, Zhang Mao saw that familiar figure.

At this time, Fan Zhong was covered in blood, and he did not know how many injuries he had suffered.

Zhang Mao stretched out his hand tremblingly, and checked his breath. Although it was very weak, at least he was still alive.

"Quick, medical team!"

Behind him, several military doctors came hastily with medicine boxes on their backs.

One of them quickly checked Fan Zhong's wound and pulse, and then raised his head: "The injury is too serious, it's a miracle to be alive now, I'm afraid..."

Zhang Mao immediately ordered: "Do everything possible to save him!"

Everyone is silent, they are soldiers and doctors, but not gods.

"Humble job can try, it's just..."

Zhang Mao's face turned hard, and he said angrily: "The emperor's fleet will arrive soon, Liang Guogong must not die!"

"Please rest assured, General, I will definitely do my best!"

The medical team carried Fan Zhong away, while Zhang Mao continued to clean the battlefield.

The battle was so fierce that almost all the port was turned into ruins, with tens of thousands of casualties.

The medical team set up temporary barracks, and all the medicines on board were unloaded.

Zhang Mao was worried, and came to Fan Zhong himself. At this time, his clothes had been stripped off, and his whole body was riddled with holes. There was hardly a single piece of intact skin.

It is conceivable what kind of battle has just passed.

The military doctor began to clean the wound and bandage it.

"Father, father..."

Fan Mingchen stumbled in and looked around.

Zhang Mao hastened to meet them. The two were about the same age, had fought together, and had a very close relationship.

"General Zhang, my father..."

"Don't worry, Liang Guogong is still alive, and the military doctor is doing his best to treat him."

Fan Mingchen was lying on Fan Zhong's bedside, and he was relieved when he heard that his pulse was still there.

In fact, he himself was not seriously injured, and he relaxed at this moment, only feeling that his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

"Come on, help me!"

Zhang Mao hurriedly ordered someone to help Fan Mingchen to the bed beside him.

"General Zhang, why are you here?"

Fan Mingchen's breathing became easier, and only then did he think of business.

If Zhang Mao hadn't arrived in time, this time, the Ceylon defenders would have been wiped out.

"It's not just me, everyone is here!"

Fan Mingchen asked blankly, "What?"

Zhang Mao said with a smile: "The emperor led the navy to go on the expedition and dispatched more than [-] ships. Don't worry, the crimes committed by the Ottomans on Ceylon Island will be repaid ten times, no, a hundred times."

Fan Mingchen was puzzled, and asked: "I heard that the emperor is dealing with civil strife, and the Nanhai Guard has been transferred back."

"It's over a long time ago. As soon as the emperor heard that Mr. Peng's fleet was detained, he immediately ordered to gather the strength of the whole country to go out. Brother, I was lucky. I got a vanguard and led the sailors of Jiaozhi and Luzon to go first."

"The emperor... when will he arrive?"

"It's already on the way, and it will take five days at least, and ten days at most, to reach Ceylon Island."

Hearing this, Fan Mingchen's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he almost cried out.

Since the Ottomans besieged Ceylon, no matter how difficult the environment was, he had never complained.

The same is true for the soldiers on the island, they have been sticking to it.

Finally, the emperor came.

(End of this chapter)