Following the order, the red cannon headed towards the city of Relanja with incomparable power.
"boom--"
The huge iron ball hit the bastion, revealing a concave arc, and the entire city of Relanja shook.
"Just hit in one direction and be sure to make a hole for me."
Sun Lin was very excited, witnessing the power of the red artillery. This feeling was really exciting.
Dozens of artillery fired volleys. Even if there were rocks to block it, the huge recoil still caused a lot of smoke and dust to fly everywhere, accompanied by gunpowder smoke and drifting away in the wind.
Due to the lack of troops, the Dutch could not leave the city and could only endure the shelling silently.
The reason why Zheng Chenggong, the surnamed master of the country in history, was not good at attacking cities was that the Zheng family's army was not good at attacking cities. The incompleteness of the artillery, especially the shortage of red cannons, was an important reason.
Who caused him to suffer heavy losses in the Battle of Nanjing the year before and lost all his elite troops?
"It seems to be an 18-pounder. Akito's artillery is more powerful than ours."
The Englishman was shocked and covered his mouth in surprise.
Western artillery is measured by pounds, which actually refers to the weight of the cannonball. Eighteen pounds is approximately equal to seventeen kilograms, and the caliber is 132 mm.
"Yes, Akito's skills seem to be even better."
Enrique frowned and looked around, only to see that the commander was a young general, wearing a Ming army uniform, with a red triangle scarf on his shoulder, which was very conspicuous from a distance.
"It is not good news for the Dutch to provoke such a strong enemy."
The English gloated.
"Yes!" Enrique agreed. This is not good news for Macau.
It seems that the city wall must be demolished.
It was also the first time for brothers Zheng Zhilong to see the power of the red cannon. They all wanted to stand on tiptoes and marvel at it.
"Brother, Jiannu won the battle of Ningjin by relying on the red cannon."
Zheng Hongkui said from the side.
"Of course I know!" Zheng Zhilong nodded hurriedly: "I also know that the slave chief Nurhachi was also killed by artillery."
As he spoke, he murmured to several people: "I heard that there are such artillery pieces on the Donghai Navy's ships. This is really invincible!"
It is located on flat ground rather than mountainous terrain, so the artillery's central attack was extremely smooth.
Not to be outdone, the Dutch in the city also hurriedly used artillery to carry out bombardment.
It's a pity that the accuracy of artillery in this era is pitiful. If it is a behemoth like a city wall, it will be fine, but if it is an artillery, it will be a black spot when looking out from the city, and there is no hope at all.
As for the army, I'm sorry, but the Ming army had long retreated outside the firing range to watch with others, so the Dutch artillery was almost alone.
Dozens of artillery were constantly aiming at one point and bombarding, and under the continuous bombardment, it took almost less than an hour for the Utrecht Fort, which served as a sentry, to be destroyed in an instant.
"kill--"
Sun Lin gave an order, and the Ming army quickly left. They quickly captured the small fort and captured more than a hundred people.
This was a huge blow to the city of Relanja.
Through this attack, the effect is very significant.
Because the fortified and indestructible city of Geranje is no longer safe at this time and can be destroyed at any time like Utrecht Castle.
Seeing the swarming Ming army below the city and the embarrassed captured Dutch, Felberg was shaken.
"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty the Governor——"
At this time, the subordinates on the side said: "The Tibetan people nearby have gathered and are on the road. The number exceeds ten thousand people. If we can't defeat them, it won't be too late for us to surrender."
"good idea."
Felberg immediately cheered up.
These natives can be used to test the true strength of the Ming army.
Here, Sun Lin also learned the news and sneered: "Those Dutch people didn't dare to come out, so they sent some local dogs here just in time to test Erlang's blade."
"There are tens of thousands of people here."
Zheng Zhilong said solemnly: "Sun Guerrilla, this is no joke. It is very difficult for two thousand people to fight against ten thousand people, and it is unnecessary."
"There are also ten thousand men under my command..."
Just as he was about to continue speaking, he was interrupted by Sun Lin: "Nan Anbo, although I don't know the strength of this group of Tibetan people, they can't compare to the Jiannu, let alone the officers and soldiers."
"The only advantage is the human ball, and people from the Beijing camp are not afraid of this kind of mob."
"Since you are determined, then hold the battle for us!"
After saying that, he paused the bombardment and let the Marines, who had been resting for a long time, come out to get into formation and prepare to attack.
For about a quarter of an hour, this elite Marine Corps performed a gathering in front of everyone, and their steps were extremely eye-catching.
The Marine Corps is different from other armies.
The musketeers on land are only responsible for killing and deterring. To truly expand the results, they must rely on the cavalry.
In the Marine Corps, the musketeers must expand their results, so they have light equipment and do not wear heavy armor.
As for the flintlock gun in his hand, it is even more different. There is also a bayonet on the muzzle, which is about one foot long.
In other words, a flintlock gun of more than four feet plus a bayonet of one foot, that is, more than five feet, can be used as a spear.
"coming--"
Sun Lin narrowed his eyes and said.
"Oh my God--"
The Portuguese, English, and Spanish people who were watching the battle looked dumbfounded at the crowd of more than 10,000 people who came swarming towards them.
Even though they were poorly dressed and had all kinds of weapons on them, when there were more than ten thousand people and they were boundless, the impact they brought was extremely strong.
In front of them, the square formation of only 2,000 people appeared even smaller after being arranged in formation.
Turik suppressed his heart palpitations. He looked at Zheng Yiguan, who was holding the battle at the side. He had huge troops and horses. Why didn't he go up to support him?
Felberg on the city wall was stunned, and he couldn't understand what these Mingren were thinking.
"preparation--"
Sun Lin was calm and looked at the indigenous people all over the mountains and plains, and suddenly smiled.
Two hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps, one hundred steps...
Eighty steps——
"emission--"
Crackling——
At the command, a large amount of gunpowder smoke rose, and projectiles flew randomly.
"Second round shot——"
"Three rounds..."
Looking coldly at the descendants of the natives, Sun Lin gave orders without mercy.
For almost a quarter of an hour, or nearly ten rounds of shooting, there was a mess of corpses in front of the Ming army.
But more of the natives were frightened and ran away impatiently, not remembering the previous mission.
As the smoke from the battlefield cleared, a horrific and involving scene appeared in front of everyone.
Some people were shocked and scared.
Sun Lin said coldly: "Tell those Dutch that if they don't surrender, this is what will happen to them once they break the city."
"Never accept prisoners—"
"What?" The whole city of Relanja was in an uproar.