Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 548 The Dutch

If Pedro's remnant soldiers were defeated, the Qihuo Army might not really care. He couldn't even defeat the squadron of the Ming Army patrolling the sea. The huge hull brought up large white waves, followed by several scarred cruisers, and layers of galleons emerged at the mouth of the Manila Strait like a group of whales.

In the military terminology of "Sun Tzu's Art of War", the Manila Strait is called the open ground. It is convenient for our army to enter, and it is also convenient for the enemy army to enter. The two small island fortresses at the mouth of the strait failed to stop the Daming Navy. At this time, they have been completely destroyed. It was even more impossible to stop the mighty Western fleet. This time, the firepower of the Western fleet was obviously much heavier than that in the Laoag naval battle. They fled back panting, and after rendezvous with the main fleet, Oe obviously turned to the left. It tilted, terrifying craters spread all over the deck, and a huge hole was also broken in the side. Obviously, the opponent was also equipped with heavy ship-destroying artillery.

"Dutch Fleet!"

Putting down the binoculars, Song Qingshu snorted dully, but those who were familiar with him heard a wave of annoyance from his mouth. After the battle of Zhuoshuixi, the Dutch sent envoys to beg for a truce and the resumption of trade. Fuck, even about half of the captured Dutch mercenaries were taken as hostages in Taiwan. I didn't expect them to get mixed up with the Spaniards so quickly. Westerners' treachery is really faster than turning a book.

"Marshal, do you want to recall the troops now?"

Song Yongzhong, the commander-in-chief of the selection front, also put down the binoculars, and asked dullly and anxiously, but watching Shi Lang return to the fleet, the two behemoths began to stagger like two drunken men who met head to head in the alley. The Straits opened up, Song Qingshu snorted gloomily.

"Don't retreat! Continue to attack!"

Obviously, the Dutch were beaten by the heavy Hongyi cannons in the naval battle with the Ming army. Their fleet also changed their guns. Amid the crisp group noises, it was particularly obvious that the boats on both sides were arranged in a straight line, tangentially approaching at an angle, and the deafening cannonballs between each other were like New Year's firecrackers, and the metal balls thrown from each other hit each other. Trembling violently.

Shi Lang still has some advantages. The accuracy of imitation Armstrong guns is not comparable to that of old-fashioned coastal defense guns, but the opponent has almost [-] to [-] warships, which is twice as fast in number.

"Stop them!"

The Songjiang was set at the forefront. Standing on the command bridge, Shi Lang's roar could be heard from land, but the Spaniards also went crazy at the moment. They originally planned to advance by land and water and defeat the Ming fleet in one fell swoop, but who could? Thinking that today, the Ming army also launched a general offensive. Seeing the black smoke filling the city of Manila, Fedro was so anxious that he also urged the fleet to move forward desperately, regardless of the torrential artillery fire. .

The two fleets are written like herringbone upside down, and they are all moving towards the north in a long snake. The war seems to have returned to the ancient Roman era. He slammed into it without hesitation, and immediately the fleets coming from behind came one after another, colliding with each other, large pieces of ship planks that had been damaged by artillery fire fell into the sea like fish scales, and some sailors on both sides swayed into the sea. Cries of despair against the barrel.

It's a pity, after all, there are many ships on the other side, and when the colliding side was fighting desperately, the Dutch warship behind bypassed the Spanish fleet and rushed to the beach roaring.

On the shoal, the sound of ping-pong-pong falling into the water came one after another. Like the beggar army last time, countless Dutch landing ships were also thrown into the sea. The Dutch mercenaries with muskets and paddles were like a huge group of centipedes. Charged to the shore.

Looking gloomyly at the approaching boats all over the sky, there was still a roar in his ears that the Dutch couldn't understand. After a moment of silence, Song Qingshu folded his arms gloomily.

"Prepare to fight!"

The cannons on the shore finally turned around. Facing the densely packed landing boats, the tiger crouching cannons and the Hongyi cannons spit out invitations from hell together. In the turbulence, but saw the sparks dragging black smoke from the sky and smashing into the sea, it was unexpected A Dutch landing craft that was rowing in a hurry was overturned by the water column with a bang. A Dutch officer not far away just turned his back to the battlefield and yelled loudly. The beating heart fell out of the bloody wound, and immediately the whole person fell into the sea.

In the sea, the Dutch fleet immediately launched a retaliatory bombardment. The heavy lead bullets rubbed against the air and made a sharp sound, and immediately hit the trench, right next to Song Qingshu. A sergeant of the beggar army was directly buried, squinting his eyes and glanced lightly, and then Song Qingshu continued to pick up the binoculars again.

I really don't know what kind of benefits the Spaniards promised the Dutch. These bastards simply evacuated the Dutch East India Company in Batavia. The assault boats rushed to the beach, and the dense bullets shot down. They just lost the boat The Dutchman rushing to the shore immediately crawled on the beach with his chest trembling, and fell over a piece, but these things were as invincible as ants. Shooting and charging, the Dutch mercenaries approached the fortifications non-stop.

It has been more than half an hour since the sea battle started, Song Qingshu finally put down the binoculars, turned his head to look at Manila gloomyly, and gave the order again.

"Tell Deputy Commander Xia, Master Li, Master Zheng, I will give them half an hour to take Manila!"

"Follow your orders!"

"Order to drive the captured natives to the front of the army formation, order the field hospital to retreat, a vanguard army to protect the flanks, and the Fengyang Third Division to prepare for hand-to-hand combat and defend the headquarters!"

"As ordered!"

A series of orders were issued, and Song Qingshu couldn't stop now!The strength of the five divisions has already put Manila in jeopardy. As long as we add half the strength, this strategically important place to control the Philippine Islands will be in the hands of Daming. At that time, relying on the city, even if the Dutch and Spaniards come with another [-] troops, it will be of no avail. But today If it fails to fight, the beggar army attacked by sea and land will definitely suffer heavy losses, and the next chance to attack Manila will be in the foreseeable future.

The bet now is whether the last master in his hand can be dragged out enough time!
Amidst the noise, these days the begging army has attacked the neighborhood, and more than 3 indigenous people who were captured to do hard labor were released directly from the hillside of the command post. The soldiers drove them down with whips and bayonets. This trick is quite poisonous, similar to the trend of building slaves and attacking the city by the people of the Central Plains, but the people of the Central Plains are innocent, but the hands of the natives near Manila are all stained with the blood of the Ming people, and some are even contaminated twice, so they drive them away. Song Qingshu's heart was as hard as iron.

Some of the howling natives held a wooden stick in their hands, and some even rushed down the small slope on the bank with bare hands, crying and shouting. The Dutch mercenaries didn't know these natives, and they even regarded them as allies of the Ming army. There was a burst of gunshots, and the mercenaries at close range pulled out their Dutch war swords and slashed and killed more than a thousand people in one encounter. The chaotic natives seemed to run back, but the Ming army behind them also dared to retreat They were directly stabbed to death with a bayonet, and they worked for the Spanish master. The ferocity of massacring the Chinese has long been completely lost, and they are sandwiched between the two most powerful war machines in the East and the West. Being killed.

If there were more than 3 pigs, they might all die here, but people are different. People will run away and surrender. After being killed for two or three thousand, the frightened natives simply resign themselves to their fate, many He just sat down on the bottom of the mountain, and you didn't resist when you came to kill him, and he fled towards the east and west of the battlefield cleverly. With the hail of bullets, he charged upwards.

Turning his head gloomyly once again to glance at the condensed black smoke above Manila, with a cold snort, Song Qingshu casually pulled out the revolver.

After all, there were no machine guns and automatic rifles in this era, and the single-shot musket rifles had limited fire coverage. After costing the Dutch mercenaries hundreds of people, they finally rushed to the edge of the position, holding bayonets. The beggar army roared and rushed forward with bayonets in hand, and was immediately pressed back into the ditch. Some of the Dutch behind did not even care about the ditch during the fierce battle, and continued to rush upwards with red eyes, and plunged into the second Road trench.

Half of the barracks was full of fighting figures everywhere. Some soldiers lost their weapons and even hugged the enemy, pinching each other's necks and rolling down. Behind them, a steady stream of Dutch mercenaries continued to attack upwards. , This brutal scene frightened Little William, who came with the army, his calves went limp.

"Marshal, Marshal! Let's withdraw, we won't be able to stand it anymore!"

Song Qingshu didn't say anything at all, Xiaobao, the leader of the soldiers behind him, pulled out the revolver sullenly, and with a shiver, Little William's yellow hair stood up, and his face changed immediately.

"Marshal, please give me a soldier, I, Sir William, will fight them!"

No one cares about this little treasure, everyone's head seems to be like a pendulum, looking at the struggling forward position for a while, and turning to look at the still undecided Manila City, Song Qingshu himself is eager to see through.

However, at this critical moment, someone yelled in horror.

"Look behind!"

A wave of Zhengchen rose up from the southeast. Amidst the chaotic roar, countless troops approached the battlefield at high speed. This army came from the interior of Luzon Island, and the Ming army had no allies there.

In an instant, Song Qingshu's hand holding the handle of the pistol became bruised...

(End of this chapter)