This curious Qing soldier was instantly engulfed by shock waves and fire.
The body was torn to pieces by pieces!
Completely disappeared in the explosion.
Although the power of the blooming bullets in this era is just that.
It may not be possible to attack closed fortifications, but it is still very useful for attacking open-air forts.
Boom! Boom!
Explosions sounded one after another.
The shells fell mercilessly on the Humen Fort.
Some shells exploded after they hit the ground, while others exploded above everyone's heads, forming airburst bombs.
In an instant, a dense barrage enveloped the place!
Sweep and destroy everything around!
In front of the dense fragments, the cotton armor worn by the Qing soldiers was torn to pieces easily like tissue paper.
Amidst the screams, Qing artillerymen were constantly torn to pieces by the fragments of the shells.
The entire Humen Fort was filled with screams and wails.
Although there was no difference in artillery between the Ming and Qing Dynasties, both were front-loaded smoothbore cannons.
Good, not much better; bad, not much worse!
But in terms of artillery shells, the gap between the Ming and Qing Dynasties was huge.
Solid bullets and blooming bullets are two completely different things!
After the Ming army used explosive bombs, the Qing army at Humen Fort was beaten so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads!
Huang Zhongyuan looked at the constantly collapsing battle situation and the corpses in different forms of death on the fort, and felt chills in his heart.
"Who are the invading thieves? Are they Ming thieves?"
Because it was too dark, Huang Zhongyuan still hadn't found out who the intruder was until now.
The artillery battle between the two sides continues!
The artillery shelled, and the entire sea was filled with smoke.
But that was all. Although the Ming army gained an advantage in the artillery battle, they were unable to expand their results.
The reason is very simple. Although blooming bullets are easy to use, they are expensive!
A small-sized blooming bullet costs five taels of silver, and a large-sized blooming bullet costs ten taels of silver. If the quantity is small, it's okay. If the quantity is large, who can bear the burden of making it like this?
Neither can Zheng the richest man!
After using blooming bullets to cause certain casualties to the Humen Fort, the Ming army switched to solid bullets again.
The solid iron balls hit the fort mercilessly!
Earth and rocks were flying, and the main building of the low fort even had cracks.
A Qing army's heavy artillery was hit by a sudden cannonball. The gun body was thrown out, twisted and deformed, killing several Qing army gunners.
This Qing army artillery crew also suffered a suicide bombing!
Amid the rumbling explosions, broken limbs were flying everywhere.
Katcha!
This is the sound of Qing army artillery shells hitting the side of Ming army warships.
A Ming army's 500-ton sand barge had its side plate penetrated, and the soldiers of the Ming army jumped into the sea to escape.
This sand ship is sinking slowly!
At the same time, the news of the attack on the Humen Fort and the emergency call for help was immediately reported to Guangzhou City.
…
The Fortress of Macau!
Zhu Hongyu and Zheng Chenggong stood on the fort.
Looking at the structure of the fort, the two of them felt sad.
"Fortunately, the sneak attack was successful. Otherwise, if we wanted to attack the fort head-on, we don't know how many people would have died!"
Zheng Chenggong spoke with emotion in his voice.
Beside him stood the most loyal old friend of the Portuguese in Macau, "Captain Charles of England".
At this time, Charles was standing next to Zheng Chenggong with a flattering expression on his face, asking for credit from Zheng Chenggong.
Charles was an English-French man who could no longer survive in Europe and chose to go to sea with the fleet to make a living.
After traveling to Asia!
Later, the Zheng family's fleet took a fancy to his skillful sailing skills and hired him at a large price.
Although he is of mixed race, he is half British, and his English has a bit of a Cockney accent.
If you put it in front of serious British people, they will probably be exposed at a glance.
I can’t hide that mixed-race smell!
But with his arrogant face and London accent, he has no problem fooling the Portuguese in Macau.
After all, most of the Portuguese in Macau are native Macau residents.
They may not know as much about the British as Zhu Hongyu, a time traveler, knows.
Zhu Hongyu touched a forty-eight-pound cannon at his hand and was speechless when he looked at the cannon body, which was thicker than a human waist.
I thought if I were hit by such a heavy cannon, even a Western-style sailing battleship wouldn't be able to withstand it, right?
Zheng Chenggong patted Charles on the shoulder and said.
"Haha, Charles, you did a great job this time, I will reward you later!"
Although Zheng Chenggong has a bad temper, he is still very generous to his subordinates. When it is time to give money, Zheng Chenggong, the richest man, will never be picky.
Zhu Hongyu said.
"The Marine Corps has almost landed, but we still need some preparations to attack the city. When dawn tomorrow, we can launch an attack and completely capture the entire Macau!"
Zheng Chenggong also nodded and said.
"The Bugalao Cannon Foundry has been captured, and many cannon-casting craftsmen have been arrested!"
Zhu Hongyu nodded slightly.
"Half and half?"
Zheng Chenggong nodded.
The two of them had already discussed how to distribute the craftsmen at the Bugalao Cannon Foundry.
Zheng Chenggong fell in love with those craftsmen, and Zhu Hongyu was also very jealous.
These days, no one has too many craftsmen who can cast cannons!
Zhu Hongyu continued to look at the direction of Macau Port, but his heart was full of emotion.
Macau was taken back by me more than three hundred years in advance!
Even if I can't drive out the Tartars and restore China in my lifetime.
If we can take back Macau, we can say that our journey through time has not been in vain!
A group of people left the top of the fort, found a table in the Portuguese command room, and sat together.
Just when Zhu Hongyu and Zheng Chenggong were discussing how to attack and completely capture Macau, the Portuguese sent an envoy.
It was a missionary named Francois.
Zhu Hongyu casually brought Luo Wenzao over to serve as a translator.
In fact, it's not that Zhu Hongyu couldn't understand. He was a special forces soldier in his previous life, and Portuguese is one of the most commonly spoken languages in the world.
He knows a little bit.
It would be nonsense to say how profound his knowledge is, but oral communication is not a big problem!
The reason why Luo Wenzao was asked to translate was to ensure that the translation was authentic!
The Portuguese can't just send an envoy randomly. As the supervisor of the Ming Dynasty, he can talk to the other party in person, right?
Doesn’t he, Zhu Hongyu, have no face?
Francois looked at Luo Wenzao standing next to Zhu Hongyu and asked with disbelief.
"what on earth is it?"
"Dear Brother Luo, weren't you missing in Manila? Why were you among the Ming-British coalition forces?"
Luo Wenzao snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disgust.
He had already seen clearly the true nature of these missionaries, and he did not have the slightest fondness for them.
"I am now working for the Ming Dynasty, and I have quit your Jesus cult a long time ago! I have nothing to do with you anymore!"
"Please don't call me a church member!"
Luo Wenzao said coldly.
Zhu Hongyu seemed to have heard something extraordinary.
The Ming and British Allied Forces...
The Portuguese in Macau, what are they thinking?
However, he looked around and saw the situation around him. A group of people, including "English Captain Charles", were sitting together.
It does look a bit like the Ming and British coalition forces are discussing matters!