Beiyang new warlord

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The structure of the community has also changed. In the past, the luxurious manors of the Spaniards and the most humble Ming people in the past were one person and one building. Originally, the furniture was complete, but the custom of the Ming Dynasty, the furniture that had died was uncomfortable, so they all threw it away. Go out and make the latest ones. The dozen or so carpenters who moved here first made a fortune.

There were also many short, dark-skinned indigenous people under the Fort St. Philip. Under the command of the master of the Ming Army, they cut down trees from outside the city, and pasted them with clay on the outside of the stakes. Facing Fort Philip, the trees rose again. A defensive wall more than two meters high came.

"These ungrateful, god-defying heretics!"

Looking at the natives who were working hard, Archbishop Andolle trembled with anger, drew his staff in a circle on the wall like a spell, and cursed viciously: "Everyone should go to hell and accept the fire punishment of Satan!" !"

The little face seemed to be a little thinner, with a look of hunger, while Selita was lying on the battlements in a daze.

She is a lady educated by the orthodox Spanish aristocracy. According to the indoctrination of the older generation, orientals are barbaric, ignorant, and cowardly. Dozens of Spaniards are enough to conquer a country, but now, wearing black clothes Cotton armor, carrying sophisticated flintlock guns with bayonets, these Ming soldiers are no different from the Spanish Army in any way. If we want to talk about the difference, we can only say that they are better equipped and more fierce.

very scary!

Bursts of hungry grunts began to come out, making the face of the beautiful nobleman even more distressed.

The news of this era is so lagging behind. Manila fell, and it had been four days since the escaped Spaniards passed the news to the nearby stronghold of Mariana. More than thirteen days have passed.

At this time, there was also a battle cloud over Malacca.

The battleships lying across the water lined up, and the heavy cannons sprayed from bass to treble like playing a piano. Beside the advancing battleship West Holland, water jets splashed one after another, rippling The water waves shook the battleship like a toy in the bathtub.

Indeed, in terms of sea battle experience, the number of fleets, and gunners, the Spanish and Dutch coalition forces have the upper hand, but this advantage is not absolute. Even if they lose a game, Zheng Sen still has more than 40 sailing battleships under his command, and he is still on the defensive. .

Like a fortress on the sea, the pirate warships of the Ming Dynasty blocked the Strait of Malacca, lined up neatly, thousands of cannons fought back fiercely, no need for detours, no matter what formation you have, as long as you want to attack me, you have to risk The artillery rain attack, especially when the Spanish warship entered the range and crossed, was enough to sweep two rounds of artillery fire.

In this round of gunfire, with a bang, the bow of the Dutch flagship Seven Provinces took a solid shot. Although the metal decorative bow ram protected the hull, the face of the angel on the bow was flattened. The Spanish ship Trinity at the other end was not so lucky. The front deck was smashed with several holes, and a hole was opened in the front side.

The few remaining coalition fleets in the front line have more or less these losses. The big shots of the Netherlands and the Spaniards hope to destroy the Ming pirates in one fell swoop, but the captains and sailors below do not have much appetite for the pirates who do not have much money. After checking the possible losses, the ships made a circle at the edge of the shooting range, and retreated.

On the road, the battle was also going on. Amidst the sound of neat drums, the natives recruited in Manila walked to the front with big bows and spears, and the Spanish infantry in plate armor walked in square strides with matchlock guns on their shoulders. behind.

The shells also fell on the crowd one after another. After the shelling, several natives fell to the ground like a bowling ball. The same bright red blood smeared on the beach, but it was different from Manila here. Those who dared to escape, the Spaniard master shot on the spot, so despite the astonishing casualties, the natives rushed to the beach as cannon fodder and a human wall.

But when it came to hand-to-hand combat, these natives would pee. Behind the close wall, the pirates of the Ming Dynasty rushed into the crowd with machetes, like goblins and monsters, crackling like chopping black beauty watermelons. With braids that were so dirty and disgusting, and a big mouth with half a tooth missing, he laughed wildly, and shot two short guns close to his face, knocking them down.

All of a sudden, these natives fled back screaming like black glass balls, but their goal was achieved.

Standing tall with spears, the large Spanish phalanx like hedgehogs immediately appeared behind these retreating natives. I have to admit that this thing is powerful, and the pirates with double knives who were knocked down by the spears in front couldn't stand it at all. Up ahead, just when they were at a loss, crackling gunshots rang out behind them.

Behind a bunch of fleshy pillars, matchlock guns with backward performance can also output as much as they want. Amidst the wretched laughter of those Spanish mercenaries, blood holes burst out of the chest of the sluggish Zheng family pirate ship, screaming one after another. He fell to the ground.

Although the combat effectiveness of the pirates is much stronger than that of the natives, their morale is not necessarily that strong. Three big hedgehog bulldozers squeezed inside like that, and the pirates in front were either shot down by matchlock guns or spears. , The rest is simply to turn around and run away, hula, thousands of people on the front line in front of the ruins of the Lion City were torn out by more than 600 Spanish conquistadors in this area.

I really didn't expect these guys to be so strong in combat. Sweat dripped from the forehead of Zheng Sen, who was directing the resistance from behind. He hid behind a sandbag, and his hand holding the pistol couldn't help shaking. .

However, he is not totally helpless in the face of these hedgehogs. Just behind the big rocks in the direction of these Spanish conquistadors, there are about [-] Zheng family pirate ships, all of which are of Dongjiang style. Rifles, the spearmen in the front row of the Spaniards can defend against swords, guns, swords and halberds, but they can't defend against bullets. If they attack suddenly while they are advancing and defeat a group of hedgehogs, the land battle situation will be saved.

However, he has no idea whether Dongjiang's muskets can penetrate the Spanish armor or whether it will have the effect of destroying the decayed.

Once he lost, the hungry would eat raw crabs for more than ten days in the tidal flats, and digging bugs in the tropical rainforest was a waste of money. The little money he managed to save would be lost, and even his life might be lost in it.

After all, he has not experienced the brutal wars of more than ten years in history. Zheng Sen at this time can be regarded as a fledgling but high-minded young child. He is not as hard-hearted as Zheng Chenggong who attacked Taiwan. He can fight to the death! Listen to the Spaniard His footsteps clicked forward in a hurry, and he had not yet engaged in a battle. His heart had been shaken, and he couldn't help looking back at the pirate warship that was still anchored in Malacca.

The essence of pirates is the ship, even if the people are dead, the ship is still there, just recruit again, but if they run away now, I have finally made a name for myself in Nanyang, not to mention ruined, I am afraid that the Zheng family will no longer be able to become me in the future. Relying on the backing of the pirates, you have to provoke the hatred and isolation of other pirates, and it will become even more difficult to create a career!

However, if you keep the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood!

Finally, inner cowardice seemed to gain the upper hand. Hearing the footsteps of the hurried Spanish phalanx getting closer, holding a pistol, Zheng Sen quietly retreated from the crowd beside the sandbags, turned around and wanted to Touch the shore.

But at this moment, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded behind him, frightening Zheng Sen couldn't help but tremble.

"Master! The Spaniards retreat! Those barbarians retreat! Master"

Looking at his back in astonishment, Gan Hui's excited cry was swallowed back into his mouth again, and Zheng Sen couldn't help but beat his heart violently when he saw through it. After a while, he suddenly raised the telescope as if nothing had happened. , looking towards the enemy.

"The Western Man retreated? Hmph, good luck to them!"

When Gan Hui's voice sounded, Zheng Sen had already turned around. Seeing him holding the binoculars, the other pirates didn't think it was weird. They turned their heads to look at the battlefield again, only Gan Hui's face showed a strange look , He paused a few more times before he wanted to speak, and finally swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Facing the dilapidated city of Manjaga, for some reason, the Spanish phalanx, which was advancing like a bamboo, really retreated slowly under the cover of spearmen!

Chapter 661. The Feast of the Pirates Begins

On the ship, the big gongs of the Spaniards' retreat kept ringing, the defeated natives couldn't wait to rush to the canoes on the shallows, and the Spanish large square arrayed their spears in an orderly manner. , Matchlock guns opened the way, and the three hedgehog phalanx also withdrew to the seaside, picked up the oars, and hurriedly rowed into the sea.

On the beach, the pirate of Daming who was killed and looking for his teeth could only feel the rest of his life at ease in his heart, and he didn't even dare to chase after him.

However, there were few dead in this battle. After all, the Spaniards had six hundred talents, and before they were completely defeated, they killed and wounded about one hundred and fifty-six pirates, not as many as the pirates themselves. As for the Spanish, the natives People were killed by guns, muskets and knives, and there were more than a hundred people. As for the conquerors, none died.

It's really a typical low-quality and low-level epic battle of this era.

But even if he lost, Zheng Sen was still full of excitement. He held up his binoculars and looked at the West-Hutchison fleet retreating to the other side of the strait. His hand holding the binoculars was trembling.

Although he still doesn't know where Yuan Dabao's fleet went, it is obvious that he made the right bet, otherwise Ximan would not be able to turn around and retreat so simply when he had the upper hand, Ximan would not be able to hold back!

Then it's time for them to pirate and make trouble!

Putting down the binoculars, Zheng Sen hurriedly and excitedly turned around and yelled loudly: "Tell the shark head, drown the ghosts, if you want to make a fortune, go to sea with me! Go catch the yellow croakers!"

These days, Zheng Sen has established some prestige among the thousands of former pirates of the Zheng family by mediating logistics supplies and arranging pirate defenses. Seeing that after he shouted, he led Shi Daxuan and other generals to rush towards him. As the warship ran, a group of pirate leaders looked at each other in astonishment. They didn't hesitate for a long time, and then roared and shouted. The pirates of the Ming Dynasty who had just finished the battle followed their own boss and boarded the ship again.

The sail battleship defending against the shore excitedly raised its sails amidst the creaking and creaking of the mast, and the pirate ships with their heads turned outward rushed out like a school of sharks.

At this time, the headquarters of the Jose Allied Forces docked at the mouth of the Strait of Malacca was also in a mess. The first mate and the second mates kept rushing down from the Seven Provinces. The camp also packed up its things in a panic, took down its tent, and withdrew to the fleet.

Colonel Alex of Manila, who had just commanded the retreat, was still stained with sand on the tidal flat. The old colonist's curly beard, which resembled a comedian, trembled with his roar, and he slammed his fist heavily on the table. , the ink was smashed down with a bang, his bloodshot eyes were wide open, and he growled as if he was about to bite someone.

"Why do you want to retreat? Just a little bit, almost this Sir Ben sent those godless heretics of the Ming Dynasty to hell! Have your brains been fooled by Sarah?"

In the past, almost all the big countries in Southeast Asia fell into the hands of the Spaniards and the Dutch, and even if the remaining countries were not destroyed, they had to submit to several Western colonial countries. It can be regarded that all the big names in Southeast Asia have arrived.

Listening to the roar of Spanish officers, Mao Jue had seen Rufeli, the governor of the Batavia of the Dutch East India Company, and the governor of Java, von Leeuwenhoek, the governor of Banten, Van Holtmann, and the governor of the Spice Islands. Fantoff and the others all frowned, showing a look of disdain and disdain like a country bumpkin.On the other end, Hernan, the governor of Mariana in Spain, and Amancio, the governor of Caroline, were full of anger, glaring at these red-haired Dutchmen, and froze there in a strange atmosphere.

Alex roared angrily for two or three minutes before his immediate boss Hernan explained to him angrily and helplessly.

"The Ming army has captured Manila, is sweeping up and down Luzon, and is approaching Kalimantan, we must go back to clear the siege!"

"What? How is this possible?"

His face was full of astonishment and disbelief, as if it was louder than his voice, the old Spanish colonel roared at the red-haired Dutchman again.

"Doesn't your intelligence indicate that the main force of the Chinese people was attracted by the treasure ship and gathered near Managa? You bloody traitors!"

"Most of the Ming pirates who were besieged outside the city of Zeelandia gathered here!"

Leuwenhut's old red and round face also showed a displeasure expression, and he snorted coldly: "Even Your Excellency has made it clear that those people are pirates! And it was the Royal Navy of the Ming Dynasty who attacked Manila City." !Like the damn Brits, they can't even tell the difference, no wonder your country's Armada can teach the Brits a lesson that they can't find North!"