Ultimatum!

Since you can't attack, just issue an ultimatum!

Of course, this ultimatum also has some tricks.

"Two hours, two hours, should be enough for them to make a decision!"

Staring at Colombo City, Zheng Zhilong said to himself. What decisions can those people make?

It's nothing more than a decision not to be beaten.

"The Admiral, at last, will think that it will be difficult for them to make a decision in two hours."

Zhu Mingan, who was standing beside him, whispered.

"It's okay, anyway, I didn't plan to accept their surrender at all!"

Zheng Zhilong laughed loudly and said to Zhu Mingan.

"Hui'en, you came from the Naval Academy and should have had a lot of dealings with these barbarians. These people are all afraid of power but not worthy of virtue. They are forced to surrender due to the momentary power of the army. In the future, there will be endless troubles. Especially the local barbarians, they may not necessarily submit to us. This place is different from Malacca. The natives there all know that our great power is the best, and the barbarians here..."

Zheng Zhilong sneered.

"If they don't kill him, they will not know what kind of thunder power!"

Zhu Mingan's words trembled, but he immediately said relieved.

"What the admiral said is very true. The barbarians fear power but do not have virtue. They talk about benevolence and righteousness only make them feel that we are weak and can be bullied. Only after they know the power of thunder and then exert benevolence and righteousness, will they be grateful to Zai De."

Zhu Mingan was an orphan in Jinan. His parents both died at the hands of Jiannu. He grew up in the Jigou House run by the princess. He received education there and then learned to sail. He also had contact with many Western barbarians. Naturally, he knew that those barbarians were different from those of the Ming people and could not only pay attention to benevolence, righteousness and morality.

"Order the brothers to prepare for battle..."

When the horn of the battle was sounded by the Expeditionary Fleet, in Colombo, Governor Matthias and a group of Portuguese officials all faced the ultimatum at a loss.

"Two hours, my God, do you have such an ultimatum? They have no idea of ​​us surrender."

"Surrender, why should we surrender? We blocked the natives, the Dutch, the coalition forces in Colombo, surrendered to the Ming people! They are a group of pagans and will kill us all!"

"The Ming people are not barbarians, nor are they barbaric Tianfang scholars."

"But surrender will ruin our reputation!"

"Surrender! You must not surrender. We must defeat them, just like we defeat the Dutch and the natives! God will stand with us!"

"Yes, Governor, in the last battle of Colombo, we had only three hundred guards, but we repelled nearly one hundred thousand natives. Now our guards have as many as 800 men and two thousand mercenaries, and we will definitely be able to repel them!"

There is no doubt that "surrender" has no idea of ​​surrendering for these Portuguese people. After all, they have had a glorious history of 300 soldiers and 700 native mercenaries repelling nearly "100,000 enemy troops".

Facing a strange enemy, the Portuguese may feel strange, but there will never be any fear!

The rapid bell echoed over the city, and the Portuguese soldiers, slave soldiers and mercenaries from all over India walked up to the city walls, preparing to recreate the glory of the last "Siege of Colombo".

While they were operating heavy artillery aiming at enemy ships at sea, the Ming army in the fleet was also observing the city.

"...The eastern wall section facing the land of Colombo has built many protruding parts that form angles, and the southern wall section is protected by large lakes and swamps. Although the city wall is not high, the thickened wall body and oblique wall can effectively resist artillery attacks. The dense shooting holes and reasonable urban defense gun platform have doubled its defense power."

When the intern officer jumped off the mast and pointed at the map to report, he said intently.

"If you want to attack, my suggestion is to focus on the southern wall section of Colombo, where there are many dead corners of shooting, which are easier to break through than the eastern wall section."

"no need!"

Zheng Zhilong sneered.

"We want them to offer the city, not to attack the city."

When the words fell, Zheng Zhilong opened the pocket watch.

"besides……"

Before he could tell the time, the lookout hand at the top of the mast suddenly yelled.

"Arson!"

The first shell was fired by the Portuguese. Just like when anyone faces unknown or unknown forces, they often take the initiative to get a little pitiful sense of security.

Fortunately, they were not arrogant enough to send warships to fight this fleet.

The sea defense guns deployed on the city walls are generally over 18 pounds, and there are even 32 pounds of cannons. Many of these cannons come from the Bugalao Casting Factory in Macau. This is because the Ming Dynasty could provide sufficient copper and iron, which were lacking in Ceylon and India in this era.

The first round of artillery attacks from the shore did not cause any damage to the Ming army at all. If it were to be said to be a few canvases, they might have been punched with holes.

Looking at the water column rising from the sea, Zheng Zhilong turned his head and asked.

"Waien, how many volleys can our fleet shoot in a minute?"

"Three times!"

Zhu Mingan replied affirmatively.

"Then we will continue to fight in one or two rounds until they raise the white flag and surrender."

After saying that, Zheng Zhilong ordered the servants beside him.

"Create a chair for me, and I see how my brothers razed Colombo to the ground!"

The chair was quickly carried to the stern of the boat. Zheng Zhilong, who was sitting on the chair, held the teacup with a smile, like a spectator watching the show.

Zhu Mingan, the captain, immediately ordered.

"Target, Colombo City, 2500 meters away, instant grenade!"

...

"put!"

With a command, the fleet lined up suddenly boiled!

The moment the gunners pulled the flintlock igniter, the back seat of the artillery made the naval gun chariot retreat several feet until it was dragged by the rope.

In an instant, dozens of white smoke flashed out of the side of the ship, and balls of flames spewed out of the smoke. The blast from the muzzle even caused layers of ripples on the sea surface.

Because the distance is long, the first round of volleys was a large-caliber "Wine Bottle Cannon", and the movements and stillness when it was fired were simply earth-shaking.

Since its invention, this kind of artillery has been the trump card of the Ming Dynasty. It once became famous in the battle of Sishui. However, for the outside world, people often think this is a legend. After all, in the eyes of people of this era, there is no cannon in this world that is so powerful that one shot kills hundreds of people.

Dozens of white cannon smoke completely enveloped the fleet in a cloud of smoke.
Chapter completed!