The Strait of Malacca is east-west, with a total length of more than 1,000 kilometers, with a widest area of ​​nearly 40 kilometers, while the narrowest area is less than 40 kilometers, and the shallowest location is only about 30 meters deep. The Strait of Malacca is located in the equatorial windless zone, with calm waves almost all year round, and the bottom of the strait is flat, mostly quicksand, so the water flow is smooth, which is a unique waterway port.

The reason why the Strait of Malacca is unique is that it is the throat rush that connects the Indian Ocean and the Pacific Ocean. Ships traveling from east to west must pass here, which is an important node of the Maritime Silk Road. Manlaga is located at the narrowest point of the Strait of Malacca, controlling this throat rush. Every year, the tolls collected by merchant ships get cramps.

Of course, tolls are secondary. The key is that due to the superior geographical location, the capital of Manlaga, Malacca, the capital of Malacca, has become the most important distribution center for goods. Camphor, tea, silk and ceramics from the Ming Dynasty, fabrics from India, sucrose from the Philippines, sandalwood, cloves, cardamom from the Moluca Islands and other spices, gold and pepper from Sumatra, camphor from Borneo, sandalwood from Timor-Leste, and tin produced in western Malaysia are all collected in the Royal City of Malacca and then transported to all parts of the world. The Royal City of Malacca has become a global distribution center for commodities.

Because of this, the royal city of Malacca is quite prosperous, and the royal family of Manlaga is even richer. However, as the saying goes, there will be one gain and one loss. Manlaga controls the golden waterway to rush, and there are many jealous people. For example, the army of Siam (Thailand) has gone south many times, trying to annex Manlaga, but it has not succeeded.

In the sixth year of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty, the Portuguese who had traveled across the ocean also took a fancy to this place and launched a bold attack on the Malacca royal city. It took a month to finally occupy this wealthy royal city. Now it is the third year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty. If you think carefully, the Portuguese have ruled the Malacca royal city for twelve years and have already stood firm.

Under the vast starry sky, all things are as small as dust. On the boundless sea, all humans are ants.

The Ming army's fleet had been sailing on the vast sea for half a month. If it weren't for knowing that Malacca was there, and if it weren't for the Prince of Manlagabintang as the guide, most of the Ming army soldiers would have thought of returning. After all, when will it be the end if they continue like this? Staying away from their hometown and facing the future of Wei Zu, they often make people feel confused and even fearful.

At this moment, on the bow deck of the main ship of the fleet, the South China Sea General Yu Dayou stared at the distant sea level with bright eyes and asked in a deep voice: "How long does it take for His Highness Bintang to arrive at the Royal City of Malacca?"

The big belly of Bintang prince stood next to Yu Dayou. The black guy looked excited. The bruises caused by fighting with Pires that day had not completely dissipated. His bread-like fat face squeezed his eyes to only two cracks. He tried hard to open his eyes wide and pointed to the vast sea on the right and said: "General Yu, please look at that direction, the Gulf of Siam. It will be five days later, and it will be three days faster."

Yu Dayou nodded when he heard this, and immediately sent the Clippers to contact the second tier of wolf soldiers, and returned to the cabin at the same time, summoned the generals under his command to discuss.

A map spread out on the desktop. This is a map of the Malacca Royal City hand-painted by Prince Bintang. Although it is unsightly painted, it can barely be identified. The main strongholds and fortresses in the royal city are marked.

The Royal City of Malacca is right next to the strait. The Malacca River, which is injected into the strait, is divided into two halves. There is a bridge across the river in the middle. In front of the bridge is the outer port, and behind the bridge is the inner port.

Yu Dayou's eyes fell sharply on the bridge. It was obvious that to capture the Malacca Royal City, the first thing he had to do was to capture the bridge. This was how Folang Jiren did it at the beginning. Because of this, Folang Jiren also knew the importance of this bridge, so he laid heavy troops on the bridge and built forts and forts at both ends of the bridge. Therefore, it was not easy for the Ming army to successfully capture it.

There is no doubt that the Flangjimen had the advantage of geographical advantage, but the Ming army had a greater advantage, that is, the Flangjimen who guarded the Royal City of Malacca are not aware that the Ming army is rushing thousands of miles to kill, and they are still using their Western ships. One side is prepared, with strong soldiers and strong horses, and the other side is kept in the dark, with few major generals, and the outcome is self-evident.

After Yu Dayou discussed the attack plan with his generals, he immediately ordered that all the warships hang Portuguese flags and arranged some soldiers to wear Portuguese sailors' costumes and wander on the deck with a coercion.

The next afternoon, Yu Dayou's convoy finally arrived in the area of ​​Forou (now Singapore), officially entered the Strait of Malacca. After sailing west for about one day, you can reach the Royal City of Malacca.

After entering the Strait of Malacca, there were obviously more merchant ships along the way. When these merchant ships saw this fleet flying the Portuguese flag, they all avoided them with stern surprise.

"Hey, it seems that Folang Jiren is the boss here!" Feng Laoliu rubbed his hands.

"The boss will be replaced soon!" Su Qingshe laughed.

The generals burst into laughter, and opened their eyes wide, staring at the frequent merchant ships like wolves. The Prince of Bintang felt a little uneasy, and felt like he was leading a wolf into the house, but now it was too late to regret it.

Of course, the Prince of Bintang would not regret it. Since the moment he asked the Ming army to help restore the country, he had already prepared to sacrifice some of his interests. Therefore, as long as the Ming army's request was not too excessive, he would agree. After all, even if the restoration was successful, he would still have to rely on the power of the Ming army to firmly hold the throne.

We were about to arrive at our destination and saw the land on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. The soldiers and generals were greatly motivated. The depression and hesitation along the way were wiped out. The morale was high, and they were ready to do a big fight.

However, Yu Dayou drove all these guys who were injected with chicken blood back to the cabin. Disguise was the biggest advantage of the Ming army. The closer they were to the Malacca Royal City, the more careful they should be. Once the Portuguese discovered it, this advantage would be gone. It would probably cost several times the price to win Malacca City.

A day later, the fleet finally arrived at the outer port of the Royal City of Malacca. Looking at the bustling harbor where ships came and went, the generals' eyes turned green and saliva was almost flowing out.

Yu Dayou finally understood why the general wanted to mobilize troops to send troops to Southeast Asia to restore the country for the exiled prince of Manlaga. Not to mention the strategic importance of this strait, just the level of prosperity here is worth fighting. Hahaha, make a lot of money, how can this money be worthy of the general's good intentions?

The generals stared at the Malacca royal city and their eyes were green, and the Prince Bintang also stared at the Malacca royal city and their eyes were green, because as long as the Ming army took it, Bintang would be the king of this royal city in the future. Although he was a prince in the past, he had many brothers. In terms of age, talent, and appearance, it was not his turn to sit on the throne.

But now is different from the past. Prince Bintang came back with the powerful Ming fleet. As long as the country is restored successfully, which brother is qualified to compete for the throne with him?

Prince Bintang was so excited that his fat face turned red, and pointed at the royal city and said, "General Yu, let's start, take down the royal city of Malacca and kill all the Franji people. I will give all your military pay and the pensions of the soldiers, and I will also receive a great reward."

Feng Laoliu curled his lips disdainfully and said to himself, "I have no hands?" When I take down the Malacca Royal City, Is there still a need for you, a fat guy, to reward silver?"

It was obvious that Yu Dayou thought so too. He laughed and ordered an attack.

Boom boom boom boom...

More than 800 Flanger cannons were pushed out, and the fierce artillery fire instantly covered the Portuguese defenders on the bridge. The artillery on both sides was destroyed before they could fight back, and the solid fortress was also split under dense shells.

The merchant ships of various countries that were anchored on the harbor were scared and did not understand why the Portuguese fleet attacked the Malacca royal city and thought there was an internal strife. Some merchant ships attempted to escape, but the Ming army's fleet had blocked the entire sea area and stayed honestly. They dared to escape and waited on the spot.

After a series of bombardment, the defenders on the bridge were basically destroyed. Yu Dayou immediately sent a suicide squad to board the bridge. After a bloody battle, the extremely brave Yiwu soldiers finally completely controlled both ends of the bridge.

However, the Portuguese who reacted launched a fierce counterattack and tried to retake the bridge, so the bridge became a meat grinder, and countless corpses rolled down from the bridge into the river, and blood dyed the river water red.

Yu Dayou calmly commanded, ordering artillery to suppress the enemy, and sending more fierce soldiers to support the suicide squad on the bridge. Half an hour later, the Portuguese finally stopped supporting the bridge, abandoned the bridge, and retreated into the city of Malacca to defend the death.

"Raise the flag!" Yu Dayou shouted!

In an instant, all the warships cast out the Ming Dynasty flags, a black yellow dragon flag fluttering high, and the back was embroidered with a big "Ming" character embroidered.

"Oh my God, it's the army of the Ming Dynasty!" Many of the merchant ships were smuggled merchant ships from the Ming Dynasty. Seeing this, they screamed in silence. They were both proud and afraid when they saw the flag of their motherland thousands of miles away. After all, the Ming Dynasty implemented a maritime ban and privately traveling to Nanyang to do business was contrary to national laws.

Boom boom boom boom...

The artillery fire continued, gunfire began to rise one after another, and the entire sea area was filled with smoke. The merchant ships traveling from east to west were so scared that they quickly turned around when they saw this, while the bolder ones stopped in the distance to watch.

The city walls of the Malacca king were high and deep. Although the Ming army occupied the bridge, it was still unable to break the city after nearly an hour. The casualties became more and more severe, and morale was greatly damaged.

"Damn it, this turtle shell is really hard to break." Yiwu soldier leader Chen Dacheng couldn't help but curse in pain. The victims were all the children of the Chen family.

Prince Bintang was also very anxious when he saw that the Ming army could not capture it for a long time. It was really annoying when walking around Yu Dayou.
Chapter completed!