Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 764 The Battle of Songjiang
The pride of Daming, the new financial center of the East, the bustling Songjiang Port, and Shanghai County, seem to have turned into a huge fortress overnight, with money houses everywhere, and small buildings of several stories high in the [-]th Mile of the Bund of the bank. The gates were closed, and the streets were full of stacked barricades and wooden fences.

In the dense footsteps, countless men rushed to the street. Some of these people have not been assigned to military uniforms, and some still have the childishness of the academy, but everyone's face is full of resistance and unyielding. Five years ago , when the howling northern iron cavalry descended, Song Qingshu told everyone that as long as they unite together, freedom is indelible. Today, even if a disaster falls from the sky, millions of Songjiang citizens are willing to defend their homeland with blood.

"Women and children are behind you!"

"Even if the blood is spilled here, we will never leave our home for half a step!"

On the streets, the worker leaders roared impassionedly. In the streets and alleys, shop owners and shop managers who are usually stingy also rolled up their sleeves and piled food and medicine directly behind the barricades. Indeed, the Protestant Spanish who came from the sea Daming was caught off guard, but the city was ready to wash these invaders with iron and blood.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, in the reserve command post of the Ministry of War on the most riverside, in the binoculars of Gu Yanwu, the commander of the former enemy, the servant of the Ministry of War, rows of sails appeared on the sea level, and the muscles on his face twitched violently , Gu Yanwu turned his head angrily and shouted.

"They're here!"

France and other countries also want to understand that if the support of the New World to Spain is not cut off, the Protestant Alliance will never win the war, and if Spain's foreign aid is cut off, it must attack its staunch ally, Ming!In order to cut off Ming's control over Southeast Asia, contain the Spanish treasure ships that shuttle here, and even plunder the insane wealth of the rich East, all countries have placed almost all their bets.

The first to appear in Songjiang Port was the French warship. Different from the tricolor flags of later generations, the three Washio flowers representing the royal family wore the crown symbolizing the supreme kingship bestowed by God, and rushed into Songjiang Bay with teeth and claws, where they should have docked. Looking at the outer port of the Ming merchant ship, it turned the bow ferociously, revealing rows of gloomy gun bays.

But Daming is not afraid!

"fire!"

The master who just came down from the arsenal roared and tapped the hammer, and the apprentice who had just cooled off from the high temperature beside the steelmaking furnace fired the cannon he forged by himself. In an instant, the port was covered by thick smoke, and the ear-piercing buzzing Countless swirling lead and iron bullets flew out of the city.

Just like an aerial exhibition, there are also roaring western artillery, and also roaring shells. The two destructive forces meet in mid-air, but before they have time to greet each other, they have already plunged down in a hurry.

Amid the sound of huge explosions, the first batch of small cement buildings that Song Qingshu ordered to build were immediately riddled with holes. In the ashes of the sky, a cannon flew up with a roar. However, this was not the humiliating Opium War of later generations. More accurate breech-loading guns also tore holes in the joint fleet of France and the Netherlands. He fell to the ground with a creaking sound, and the mouth of the gun cabin, which had been grinning grinningly just now, was cracked. The Western soldiers who operated the gun screamed and fought the fire, rolling and screaming in the ruins full of wood slag.

Fierce artillery battles were roaring and hurting each other in Songjiang Port. On the other side, some Western gunboats had rushed into the mouth of the Yangtze River. , also roaring ferociously and rushed towards the shore, engaging in a fierce gun battle with the defenders on the shore.

After all, these Western troops have been fighting for a long time, and there is still a savagery of looting. At about one o'clock in the afternoon, about a dozen regiments and more than 1 French troops have successively seized various strongholds on the Yangtze River Port and began to gather. Pushing into the city, there is no advantage in the seaport. More Western warships also move to the mouth of the Yangtze River, sending more troops to the front line.

After staying at sea for several months, full of the mood of getting rich, these robbers who chanted Christ excitedly rushed into the Songjiang City they had dreamed of with their rifles. The silk, the gold and silver in the storehouse, there is no shadow at all, and even many shops have burned their things, and people have retreated, leaving them with only a house of ashes.

It would be fine if it was just ashes, but what the Ming people left behind were angry bullets and cold death.

Today's Songjiang already has the body and spirit of an international metropolis in later generations. Bullets are shot down from time to time in the three-to-four-story buildings lined up. Maybe the positions are fighting with bayonets. These worker soldiers and student soldiers are really no match for the French knights. The cold gun is not so high-speed content. The army of the French dynasty marching in line with drums first experienced the pain of the US military in Afghanistan. Just walking to the intersection, suddenly a cold gun was put down on the top of the head, defeating the Spanish army. Dozens of them were knocked down, but after catching up, they had already run away from another corridor.

Some buildings even directly became battlefields. The third and fourth floors belonged to the Songjiang defenders, while the first and second floors were occupied by the French and Dutch troops. The two sides fought fiercely around the stairs.

"Go forward, warriors of Ming Dynasty, go forward!"

Songjiang Main Street, Haiquan Road.

Beating the drums, the marching French army kept firing projectiles forward. The sack skins hit by the sharp bullets were broken one after another. More stood up, and the workshop supervisor who was temporarily appointed as the commander kept screaming, and some people kept rushing back with the wounded on their backs, and the two sides fell down layer by layer.

Just behind the front barricade, Song Yongzhong's eyes were already blood red, and he couldn't help but clenched his hand holding the revolver. On the back of his hand, veins popped up. Unfortunately, the two deputy frontmen were sweating profusely while pulling him. , press him.

"Military chief! You are the highest commander in Songjiang now! You can't go up!"

"If something happens to you, what will Songjiang do? Yes, Miss Yu'er will be disappointed!"

The hatred was almost unforgettable, sitting next to the line of fire, every gunshot was like knocking on Song Yongzhong's heart, making his eyes bloodshot.

The battle continued throughout the afternoon, and by the time it got dark and sunset, half of Songjiang had already fallen into the hands of these Xifans. To the inland, these uninvited guests continued the battle line for several miles, but the artillery positions in the harbor area were still choked by the Ming army. In his hand, a large number of merchant ships that had already been scuttled firmly blocked the pace of the attack of Western warships.

As night fell, the French army voluntarily withdrew from a street as a barrier, and the coalition forces, which were scarred and did not find much of value, scattered into Songjiang's buildings to spend the long night.

But no one expected that such a large-scale expedition could be called a cross-century war, and the turning point came so quickly.

At midnight, the cannons that had been extinguished for almost two hours suddenly sounded again, but this time, they came from the sea. Start loose, crumble.

For the sake of profit, this Catholic country can join the Protestant League to fight. Similarly, Britain, a Protestant country, can also join the Catholic League and fight with other Protestant brothers. In the face of the naked relationship between countries, faith is sometimes as thin as a sheet Paper.

The betrayal of the British army obviously caught the unprepared coalition forces by surprise. While the warships at sea began to be chaotic, the largest counterattack on land also began.

"Take back our cities, take back our homes!"

During the daytime battle, not all forces were invested in it. In the rear, they were armed, and more than 8 reserve troops and reinforcements from other state capitals had been waiting uncomfortably. Now the howling of the counterattack is like a catharsis for them. With the fire-breathing fire-breathing dragon flag of Ming Dynasty, these angry citizens rushed into the occupied area again along the various streets, and a new fierce battle broke out again.

But this time, the French army, which had been fighting hard for a day, was no longer able to resist. Coupled with being caught off guard, the French army scattered to rest in the building was divided and surrounded.

The gunfire almost lit up the night sky. Next to the Pujiang Building near the central garden, the national flag of Xuanlong Spitfire was waving, and another group of armed reserve soldiers rushed to the front roaring. However, the muzzle of the gun on the window on the second floor was like a vicious devil In that way, with rapid and fierce spraying, under the dense bullets, the bravest soldiers fell on the street one after another, and the people behind had to drag the wounded back to the barricade.

"Savage Oriental, come!"

I don't know how many waves of the Ming army fought back, probably a nobleman, the head of the French regiment raised a gentleman's mustache, and shouted excitedly while holding a sword.

But at the moment when he was most proud, the sound of a gunshot suddenly came from behind his head. As he turned around and stared in astonishment, several black shadows, like Satan's demons, rushed into the second room from the back window. On the first floor, for the next 3 minutes, intense gunshots and men's screams and screams continued to come from the house, but after 3 minutes, it fell into silence.

The [-] or so remaining members of a French regiment were all lying in a pool of blood. Their bodies were scattered all over the place. Looking at the oriental faces in black clothes that were exposed against the moonlight, the leader of the nobles' legs were weak and he knelt weakly. On the ground, holding the command knife in both hands, he yelled fearfully in French.

"I'm Count Scotia, you can't kill me, I will pay, a hundred gold coins for ransom!"

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, those powerful black hands had already slammed onto his neck. With a crisp cracking sound, the eyes of the last victim were protruding, and his neck was tilted at an unnatural angle. Collapsing to the ground.

Don't say that Song Yongzhong doesn't understand, even if he understands, there is nothing that can stop his desire to kill. He has been depressed for a whole day, and now he is more like an irrational lunatic, a murderous god of death. Only blood can relieve his pain and anger a little bit.

"Next place!"

In the center of the stack of corpses, Song Yongzhong's cold words sounded.

(End of this chapter)