Chapter 1492, attacking the colonial point of Arak
In the Spanish colonial settlement of Accra in the Gulf of Nenin in West Africa, Governor Perez of Arak is inspecting the city of Arak. Since it was looted by pirates last year, Accra, which suffered heavy losses, has had to strengthen its defenses in all aspects.
Forts were added to the port, which were numerous and powerful enough to easily cover the entrance and exit areas of the port. At the same time, the city wall of Arak was reinforced and heightened, and an additional two thousand soldiers were sent to garrison Accra.
As the governor here, Peres also developed the habit of patrolling here every day. He didn't want to be captured and sold as a slave to the Ming Empire as soon as he woke up.
He has heard some rumors. Rumor has it that what those raging pirates like to do most is to use people as slaves to the people of the Ming Dynasty. After all, the price of a white slave in the Ming Empire is as high as dozens of taels of silver.
"Damn pirates, sooner or later you will all be guillotined!"
While patrolling, Perez couldn't help but curse.
Because pirates are rampant on the Gold Coast and even on the Mediterranean side, these governors of overseas colonies are also facing tremendous pressure.
The colonies were attacked and plundered by pirates, and treasure ships were robbed. They all bear huge responsibilities for these. The King of Spain has dismissed several overseas governors one after another, which has added tremendous pressure to Perez.
Overseas, the income is indeed good.
As the governor of an important colony, Perez is able to make a lot of wealth every year. From the gold, silver, ivory, gems, and slave trade on the Gold Coast, he can also make a lot of profits every year.
From here he obtained a huge wealth of more than one hundred thousand taels of silver.
This is also the reason why he has persisted here. Money is the most powerful motivation.
"Perhaps we can consider beating up Chief Songhai. Anyway, the young men are idle here, so they should give full play to their role and value."
Looking at the soldiers lazing in the sun, Perez thought in his mind.
The colonial stronghold of Accra is located in Nening Bay, backed by the Songhai Empire, the only relatively powerful country in West Africa. Of course, the Songhai Empire is called an empire.
But in fact, they were very weak and primitive. Peres did not take them into consideration at all. In his words, he described the emperors of the Songhai Empire as chiefs of Songhai. This shows that he has great regard for the indigenous people here.
Despised.
Looking at the sea outside the port with a telescope, it is very calm, with blue sky and clear water, sea and sky connected, seabirds flying in the sky, very peaceful.
“What a great day!”
Perez praised.
He was about to get up and return to his Governor's Mansion, ready to have a good sleep.
Everything is good here in Arak, except that the weather is too hot. It is already winter at this moment. However, the temperature here is still very high and there is no coolness at all. Taking a nice nap is a habit he has developed all along.
"Dang~dang~"
However, at this moment, the alarm sounded on the watchtower, and the clanging sound echoed over the colonial stronghold.
"What happened?"
Peres suddenly lost all sleep, picked up the telescope and looked at the sea again, but there was nothing on the sea.
"On land, on land~"
From the top of the watchtower, the watchman pointed to the land and shouted.
"On land?"
When Perez heard this, he quickly looked over and saw that in the open field, he could see the moving shadows of the pennants. There were many of them, not just one or two. And the key is that one look at these flags and you know that they are definitely not something that the native Africans can do.
from.
Because whether it is the fabric of the flag, the color dyed on it, or the pattern on the flag, none of it shows that this army is an army from the civilized world.
"This is impossible!"
Perez held a telescope and looked at the mighty army marching toward the colonial stronghold on the ground, showing an expression of disbelief.
The flying lions and sun, as well as the green background, are undoubtedly the army of the Persian Empire.
"Could it be that they crossed a distance of tens of thousands of miles and came directly from the land to West Africa?"
Perez frowned.
Of course he knew about the Persian Empire. The Spanish robbed the Persian Empire of Darius Island and Cambyses colonial stronghold, which was tantamount to a deadly conflict with the Persians.
The Persians have also said harsh words, which will definitely make the Spaniards pay a heavy price.
But Spain did not care about this, because the Persian Empire did not have its own navy, nor did it have large ships capable of navigating the ocean, so there was nothing it could do against Spain.
No matter how powerful the Persian Empire's army is, can they still fly to West Africa?
But the army that appeared in front of them was huge, with tens of thousands of people. If you look closely at their equipment, they were very sophisticated, almost armed to the teeth.
The muskets, helmets, military boots, clothes produced in the Ming Dynasty, as well as the Miyun cannons pulled by horses, all show that this is a well-equipped army.
In addition, even when marching, this army is still very orderly and orderly. There is no doubt that this is an army that has undergone rigorous training, or an army that is trained based on the army of the Ming Empire.
They came straight to the Arak colonial stronghold with great momentum. They definitely didn't come to ask the Spaniards if they had anything to eat.
"Prepare to fight, prepare to fight!"
Perez let out his own roar, and the entire colonial stronghold was in chaos. People who hadn't figured out the situation thought the pirates were coming again.
Soon, the city walls of the Arak colonial stronghold were filled with soldiers from the Spanish Empire and citizens who took up arms to protect it.
Outside the city, Korbanda was riding on a tall horse, holding a telescope and looking at the Arak colony in front of him.
The Spanish chose a very good location. The colonial stronghold was located at the mouth of the river. It could be used as both a seaport and a river port, and it could also radiate a large number of colonies along the river.
The Spaniards dug a moat on the outskirts of the colonial stronghold to directly divert water from the river, and then built a lifting bridge. Normally, the bridge was connected to facilitate entry and exit. If attacked by the enemy, the bridge could be raised.
Get up. When defending the city, you only need to guard this one important road.
"It's okay to use it to deal with the local Kunlun slaves, but it's childish to use it to deal with the army from the civilized world."
Looking carefully at the Arak colonial stronghold in front of him, Korbanda smiled contemptuously.
Such a simple design, coupled with the relatively short city wall, is obviously very useful to deal with the attacks of the local tyrants here, but it is definitely not possible to use this to block the Persian army with a long history of war.
"Give me the order~"
"Down in two hours, we'll have lunch inside."
"Kill all the men, leaving no one alive!"
Korbanda gave the order coldly.
At this moment, he was like an angry lion, with endless rage, wanting to burn the small colonial stronghold in front of him to the ground.
"Quick, quick~"
"Move the cannon over here, move the cannon over here~"
At this moment, Perez was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, constantly ordering his soldiers to bring the cannons from the port fort for defense.
Because he had already seen that the Persians outside the city had set up a formation, and each cannon was already aimed at him.
"Dong dong~dong dong~"
Soon, a deafening loud noise was heard from outside the city, and billowing white smoke was seen rising wildly, and then cannonballs roared towards the colonial stronghold.
"Huh~"
"boom!"
A whistling sound pierced the sky, and then the cannonballs hit the colonial stronghold heavily, immediately smashing holes in the buildings, leaving the Spaniards in the stronghold terrified all day long.
Round after round of shelling continued, and the shells poured towards the stronghold one after another. Many fell on the city wall, smashing the flesh and blood of the Spaniards who were defending the city, and making the city wall shake.
.
"kill!"
Korbanda drew out the scimitar in his hand and gave an order, and the Persian soldiers marched towards the colonial stronghold with neat steps.
"Shoot~shoot~"
Perez wiped away the sweat and blood on his face with a slap, and waved the cross sword in his hand. On top of the city, Spanish soldiers aimed their muskets at the approaching Persian soldiers.
"Bang~"
The sound of gunfire, like fried beans, kept ringing out, and the Persian soldiers at the front kept falling, but soon, the soldiers behind them came up.
Soon, they came to the moat staring at the huge pressure.
"Get ready~"
"Aim~"
"shooting!"
The Persian officer in charge roared angrily, and soon groups of Persian soldiers raised their muskets and aimed at the Spaniards above the city.
"Bang~"
A dense burst of gunfire rang out, billowing white smoke shrouded the city, and the Spaniards above the city suddenly let out a burst of screams. Faced with such a dense volley, it was almost difficult for anyone to escape, even though many of them were exposed.
The lead bullets were all placed on top of the city.
"Second team~"
"Ready to aim~"
"shooting!"
Soon, the first team finished fighting, and the second team continued to target the Spanish defenders above the city. These Spanish defenders were about to counterattack, but they were greeted by dense bullets.
On one side, the musketeers were suppressing the Spanish defenders on top of the city. On the other side, a Persian soldier suddenly jumped into the moat, swam across the moat and came to the bottom of the city, trying to use a dagger to cut off the ropes of the bridge and pull it down.
The bridge was lowered.
"Hit me, hit me~"
"Oil pan, pour hot oil on it~"
Perez anxiously continued to direct at the top of the city. He was very anxious and frightened.
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