Qi Jingtong, who was in a state of embarrassment, said to Chu Yi with a bit of ferocity in his eyes: "Please allow Your Highness to allow General Zhun to lead his army to fight Naxi Yi again!"
Chu Yi looked at Qi Jingtong's expression, with a hint of admiration in his eyes and nodded slightly: "Very good, Zheng Li just said it, if the strength is equal, how can a mere Xiyi be my opponent of the Ming Dynasty?
So, General Qi, I have ordered you to lead two thousand troops, are you sure you can defeat the enemy in one battle?"
The battle between Qi Jingtong and the Portuguese soldiers in the past few days has not been without some gains. It can be said that the details of the Portuguese soldiers have been clearly understood. That is to say, they are limited by the serious shortage of men and horses under his command. Otherwise, the situation would be the same with the same men and horses.
Next, Qi Jingtong was confident that the Portuguese soldiers would look good.
At this moment, Chu Yi asked him to give him two thousand troops, which was almost twice as many as the thousands of soldiers under Cold.
Previously, he was very aggrieved by the Portuguese soldiers who relied on their numerical superiority to suppress him. Now, he wanted to let Cord see what it means to have strength in numbers.
Soon Qi Jingtong ordered two thousand soldiers and horses and headed straight for Shijian Port.
Amidst the flames more than ten miles away, the village where Qi Jingtong and the others were originally stationed had fallen into a sea of fire. In the sea of fire, dozens of soldiers were covered in flames and rushed out of the sea of fire, screaming in agony.
, but the Portuguese soldiers around them watched these people being burned alive with wild laughter on their faces.
The backbone of several Japanese soldiers, including Minato Yokoji, were tied and kneeling there, watching helplessly as their men were swallowed up by the fire.
Cold glanced at Minato Yokoji and others, waved his hand and said: "Take them back to me!"
Just when Corde was about to withdraw his troops, the ground shook slightly, and a cloud of smoke billowed from the distance. Both Corde and the Portuguese soldiers present could not help but look into the distance when they noticed the movement.
With the help of a telescope, Cold could clearly see a group of elite Ming troops rolling in like a tidal wave, numbering at least several thousand.
"not good!"
Cold blew the whistle immediately and ordered his scattered men to assemble their troops and prepare to line up to meet the enemy.
Although he realized that the number of Ming troops rushing out this time was beyond his imagination, Cold had no other choice. The opponent was approaching with great momentum. If he chose to retreat, he would probably be caught by the opponent.
If you chase and kill, you may end up in a situation that is a thousand miles away.
The experienced Kord quickly gathered the scattered troops. As soon as the formation was completed, along with the billowing smoke, a group of soldiers of the Ming Dynasty headed by Qi Jingtong appeared in the sight of these people.
Minato Yokoji was tied up like a rice dumpling and was thrown far away. The Portuguese soldiers were all focused on Qi Jingtong and others, so how could they pay attention to Minato Yokoji and the other prisoners.
With his eyes wide open, Minato Yokoji shed tears with excitement. Minato Yokoji, whose eyes were full of excitement, thought he was dead this time, but he never thought that he would see Qi Jingtong leading countless people.
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty appeared.
"Amaterasu, oh no, God bless me, Minato Yoji, and I finally don't have to die!"
The excited Minato Yokoji shouted excitedly.
With a bang, gunpowder smoke filled the air. Kord, who was holding a gun in his hand, had a cold look in his eyes. He looked away from the body of Minato Yokoji and shot him dead with one shot.
Cold looked solemnly at the roaring elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.
"Everyone, get ready!"
Following Corde's loud shout, groups of Portuguese soldiers raised their muskets. At the same time, Qi Jingtong, who was riding on horseback, roared: "Arbalistas, prepare!"
"ignition!"
"shoot!"
Suddenly a hail of arrows shot out, and at the same time smoke filled the air, and pieces of lead bullets poured down like a torrential rain.
Qi Jingtong almost instinctively raised an extremely thick shield. He huddled on his horse and hid behind the shield, feeling the vibration from the shield in his hand.
The soldiers beside Qi Jingtong screamed and fell down one by one. Obviously, the wave of fire blunderbuss caused a lot of trouble to Qi Jingtong and others.
Although they have been prepared for a long time, and all the soldiers who are attacking have prepared extremely thick shields, no matter how tight the defense is, it is impossible to block all the lead bullets, so someone will always be injured. Fortunately, except for a few
The soldiers accidentally fell off their horses, and most of them withstood the hail of bullets.
The Portuguese soldiers facing a barrage of arrows on the opposite side were in a bit of a bad situation at this moment. Although Cold had arranged the shield bearers in the front line early, who could have made Cold not anticipate this scene in advance.
In Cold's opinion, they were just here to hunt down Qi Jingtong's hundreds of defeated soldiers, and they had no need for defense at all, so they didn't even bring many shields.
Dozens of shields did not have much effect in the rain of arrows. When the arrows fell, the soldiers screamed and fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, at least dozens of Portuguese soldiers fell to the ground. Although they did not die on the spot, these people screamed repeatedly, and the impact on their own morale can be imagined.
Cold clenched his fists and shouted loudly: "Block it, block it for me..."
Seeing Qi Jingtong holding a thick shield and holding a spear in one hand, he was roaring on his horse. Behind Qi Jingtong were hundreds of cavalry.
Although there are only more than a hundred cavalry, when these more than a hundred cavalry run together, the impact and intimidation are not comparable to the hundreds of infantry.
These Portuguese soldiers obviously did not expect that they would encounter such a situation one day. Everyone was stunned for a moment. By the time they reacted, Qi Jingtong had already sent a Portuguese soldier away with the spear in his hand.
Cold watched Qi Jingtong leading a group of cavalry into the military formation and couldn't help but closed his eyes in despair and murmured: "It's over!"
What these Portuguese soldiers relied on was nothing more than firearms. When a group of Ming soldiers rushed into the military formation, it was obvious that these firearms had lost their effect, and were not even as useful as a spear or a broadsword.
Cold weapon fighting can be said to be the strength of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. Even if we look around the world, there are few countries that can surpass the Ming Dynasty in this aspect.
The Tatar cavalry is indeed powerful, but it is a pity that the Tatars were defeated in one battle and were almost wiped out by Chu Yi.
Although all the Portuguese soldiers were extremely strong, when they faced these Ming soldiers, they were like young children facing big men. It was a completely one-sided situation.
Qi Jingtong had his eyes on Cold. Although the two of them couldn't understand each other through words, they looked at each other as if they could read each other's thoughts.
Qi Jingtong was chased everywhere by Cold before, and Qi Jingtong quite recognized Cold's ability. He saw Qi Jingtong raising the spear in his hand towards Cold, and said with a solemn expression: "You dare to fight me!"
Even though he didn't understand what Qi Jingtong was saying, Cold understood what Qi Jingtong meant. Looking at the chaotic scene around him, Cold took a deep breath, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and his eyes flashed.
Passing a murderous intention, he jumped up and stabbed Qi Jingtong straight towards him.
Qi Jingtong narrowed his eyes, shook the spear in his hand, and the gunfire suddenly bloomed. During the jingling, Qi Jingtong was unexpectedly stopped by Cold.
Cold actually had a strong swordsmanship, and his fencing skills were perfected in his hands, and he could always block Qi Jingtong's marksmanship.
It was almost tea time, but Cold, who was on the defensive, was now covered in cold sweat on his forehead, and blood was flowing on one shoulder. It was obvious that Qi Jingtong had stabbed his arm at some point.
There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and Cold grunted, and the long sword in his hand was thrown away by Qi Jingtong. At the same time, severe pain came from his chest, and Cold was hit on the chest by Qi Jingtong.
His eyes rolled back, he couldn't take a breath, and he almost fainted. Even so, Cold was knocked to the ground and twitching.
It was also at this moment that Cold noticed that at some point, he was surrounded by groups of soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. Including him, there were originally thousands of people, but now there were only
More than a hundred people attended.
Even when Qi Jingtong led his men into the military formation, Colde realized that he would be defeated badly, but no matter what, Colde never imagined that the defeat would be so disastrous.
After all, Kord thought that even if he was defeated, he could take some of his people back to the port to join Dalikis, and Lawrence and others would stay away from this sad place.
Now Cold found in despair that, let alone bringing people back to the port, there were less than a hundred people still standing at this moment.
Cold smiled bitterly and watched helplessly as his men fell to their knees one by one, raising their weapons high to show their sincerity in surrender.
Although there was a language barrier, everyone could clearly see the actions of these Portuguese soldiers, and naturally they could understand the surrender of these Portuguese soldiers.
Holding Cord in his hands, Qi Jingtong saluted Chu Yi and said: "The general has lived up to His Highness's expectations and captured the enemy general alive. I have come here to report back to Your Highness!"
Chu Yi looked at Kord and said to a senior eunuch beside him: "Take him down and order me to pry his mouth open. I want to know all the information about this Western Yi fleet!"
Cold was taken away. As for the problem of language barrier, to be honest, it was not a big problem. As long as Jin Yiwei and Dongchang were willing, it would not be difficult to find a few interpreters.
