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Chapter 4 (Favorites!)
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The sound of the horn came faintly from a distance, followed by the sound of "boom..." cannons came one after another.

It is naturally impossible to attack Ceylon directly.

Thousands of people landed by boat, and the enemy was not foolish or blind, and rushed straight up. Even if they succeeded, there would be many casualties.

It is even more impossible to log in secretly at night.

No advanced night vision goggles, nor sophisticated ships.

On this wooden boat rowed by broken oars, half of the people can successfully log in on a night with high winds and high waves, thanks to the blessing of the Sea Dragon King.

So Zhu Gaoyu made a simple arrangement.

He took 5000 soldiers and drove transport ships and landing ships away from the coast.

The main fleet approached the port, bombarded the enemy, and attracted the attention of the enemy. After the troops arranged by the enemy at the landing point were transferred away, they carried out a forced crossing attack.

"Your Highness, I saw the signal!"

Half an hour after the battle at the pier started, an officer covered in moisture quickly boarded the boat, came to Zhu Gaoyu's side, and bowed and cupped his fists to report.

Standing on the plywood, he looked at Zhu Gaoyu, who was faintly coming from the direction of the gunfire, and turned his head to look at the officer.

"What did you call Ben Du just now?"

"Cough cough..."

Wang Jin, commander of the left side of the fleet, clenched his fists and coughed a few times.

"The official title during the battle, I have been a soldier for so many years, why have I even forgotten this rule, and I will beat you next time."

After Wang Jin's reminder, the officer reacted and quickly knelt down on one knee.

"The governor forgives the sin!"

Zhu Gaoyu glanced at Wang Jin.

He raised his head with a poker face, as if waiting for orders at any time.

"Command: Land as planned!"

With the battle imminent, Zhu Gaoyu didn't bother to bother with these guys, so he waved his hand and ordered the fleet to start landing.

There is no drumming, no trumpet passing.

Zhu Gaoyu gave the order, and the flag bearer waved the flag vigorously a few times, and the boat carrying 5000 soldiers began to slowly move towards the shore.

The closer to the shore, the louder the sound of the cannon from the distance.

In the current era, Daming's firearms are ranked second, and no one dares to be number one.

While Western civilization was still slashing with swords and swords, the battlefield in the East was already filled with the sound of artillery.

However, in the eyes of Zhu Gaoyu from later generations, this kind of artillery can only be said to be barely enough.

The artillery equipped by the Ming army was not the red-clothed cannon known to later generations.

The artillery at this time was called General Zhankou Cannon.

The range is very impressive, but the power is not bad.

After all, in Daming at this time, artillery and other heavy firearms have already begun to use primary granular gunpowder.

This is not Zhu Gaoyu's advice, but the Ming craftsman's own research.

So, don't underestimate the wisdom of the ancients.

Zheng He led the voyage to the Western Ocean, with a total of 20 warships in addition to grain ships, horse ships, and cargo ships.

Each ship is equipped with 15 to 25 cannons. On average, each ship is counted as 20 cannons, and 400 warships have [-] cannons.

Nearly 200 artillery salvos are fired each time, so you can imagine how powerful the movement is!
The guards of Ceylon must have been very happy and excited in the face of such a devastating attack.

After all, in the current era, the treatment of being bombarded by hundreds of cannons is not something everyone can have.

This kind of honour, burning incense for 800 lifetimes, may not be able to catch up.

"My subordinates pay respects to the general!"

As soon as Zhu Gaoyu waded in waist-deep sea water, a young man with a dark complexion and wearing linen was brought over by several Ming soldiers.

This is the local Ming, and he was the one who notified Zheng He last time.

Zhu Gaoyu nodded slightly, and let him lead the way without any nonsense.

The young man also knew that now was not the time to show his merits, so he got up, walked to the front of the team, followed the leading officer, and began to communicate the route of marching.

While ordering the team to set off, Zhu Gaoyu called his chief guard, motioned to the young man's back, and whispered in his ear:
"Send a small team to explore the way ahead, and keep an eye on him. If there is any situation, don't care about it. Let me kill him first."

The tall and straight, handsome and fair-looking chief guard glanced at the young man, nodded slightly, and personally led a small group of people to follow.

Looking back at the direction from which the gunfire came, Zhu Gaoyu took out the insect repellant, sprinkled some on his body, and followed the team into the forest under the protection of several guards.

No one said a word along the way, they just moved forward silently.

The coast Zhu Gaoyu chose to land was more than 100 miles away from the capital of Ceylon. (Note: After checking many times, the historical records are indeed nearly hundreds of kilometers away. The capital of the country at that time should not be where Colombo is now.)
In the dense jungle, they had to avoid the enemy's villages. With the speed of the Ming army, they could reach the place at dawn at the earliest.

The premise is still in the case of not being discovered by the enemy. If it is discovered and killed all the way, it will probably waste more time, so that the effect of the surprise attack will not be achieved.

With the fighting power of the Ming army, it is not a problem to go all the way across.

But the casualties caused by such unnecessary battles, Zhu Gaoyu thought in his heart, if it can be avoided, it should be avoided as much as possible.

Good luck!

I don't know if it was God's blessing or the attention of the soldiers of Ceylon, they were all attracted by the fleet.

Zhu Gaoyu marched for half a day and a night with 5000 soldiers, and did not encounter any enemies except snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Occasional small villages and small stockades were easily avoided by the young people who led the way.

"Whoosh..."

Gasps came from the dark woods, and the young man who led the way recognized the direction after wiping the sweat off his forehead.

After confirming, he pointed in a direction and said to Zhu Gaoyu who was guarded by soldiers:

"General, if you go a few more miles there, you will reach the capital."

After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, and after making a secret decision in his heart, he gritted his teeth and added: "A few days ago, the mountain god was furious, and the east wall was washed away by the mountain current. It has not been repaired yet, and it can be easily attacked."

Zhu Gaoyu, whose legs were twitching after running all night, had a look of joy in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and waved to the side, and an unarmored Baihu ran over.

"Did you hear that!"

Baihu nodded vigorously.

Putting his hand on Baihu's shoulder, Zhu Gaoyu solemnly said: "Take it, keep it, and I will protect you as a hereditary Qianhu when you go back. If you fail, your head will fall."

When Baihu heard this, he beat his chest heavily.

"Please don't worry, Commander. If you fail, your subordinates will directly hit the wall to death, saving you the knife."

Zhu Gaoyu showed a satisfied smile, and patted Baihu's shoulder heavily.

"Go!"

This is a specially prepared centurion, they are the most elite soldiers of the entire fleet, and they are the sharp knife team that will attack later.

The movement of 5000 people was too loud, and it was difficult to get close to the opponent's city easily.

Zhu Gaoyu needs a small army of fine guards, to open a gap with a sneak attack, hold on until the arrival of the large army, and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

In order for these people to save energy, their armors were carried by other people on the way of the attack.

Soon, the centurion in armor, under the envious gaze of the resting crowd, quickly touched the distant city of Colun.

(End of this chapter)