Domineering Daming

At this time, the sound of the cannon was particularly loud. When the navy fired the cannon, Carlos, who had not yet reached the archway, looked shocked: "Where is the sound of the cannon, where is the sound of the cannon..."

A soldier turned his head and glanced, and said, "Major, it's the seaside, maybe our ship fired!"

In the impression of the Dutch, there were no real cannons in the Ming Dynasty, only cumbersome, short-range, and low-power firecrackers, but it is impossible to appear here!

Carlos turned his head to look, and could vaguely see a thick smoke, feeling uneasy - he didn't know why he fired.

"Major, let's retreat." A soldier looked at the quiet archway not far away, and said with fear in his heart.

The people Carlos brought were all restless, staring at him, the sound of the cannon broke all their courage, no amount of money was as important as life.

Carlos was frightened in his heart. The sound of the guns was a signal. He couldn't tell what the signal was now, but the more he was like this, the more he was afraid.

"Let's retreat, Major, it won't be too late to come back after meeting with His Excellency the Governor!" a soldier said anxiously.

"Yes, Major, if you don't leave, it will be too late!"

"Major, sooner or later this place will be ours, let's go!"

Carlos frowned, looking unwilling, but still said: "Withdraw the troops!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and strode towards the way he came.

The people he led naturally followed him, trotting back with big strides.

Liu Jingming looked at it, and said coldly: "Order the artillery formation to prepare for saturated shelling, and then order Oboi to pursue it, finish it, and tell him not to miss one, otherwise it will be dealt with by military law!"

"Yes!"

The flag commander waved the flag to communicate his orders.

The artillery array had been prepared a long time ago. With the dark muzzle, soldiers with torches erected one by one, and baskets of shells, the artillerymen were already hungry and thirsty.

The more Carlos ran, the more uneasy he felt. The muskets of the Ming Dynasty were more advanced than his. There was no reason why there were no cannons, and the sound of the cannon just now was obviously not from the same kind of cannon.

"Is the Ming people still ambushing artillery here?"

Carlos raised his heart to his throat, and no longer cared about his aristocratic appearance, he ran at a disgraced pace, just like a deserter.

As for the high-spirited and dreamy dreams when I came here, I don't know where to throw them away.

Bang bang bang!

Before they reached the shore, there was a loud bang on the hillside in the distance—the sound of gunfire!

Carlos was very familiar and shouted: "Run, run!"

The more than 1000 people he brought ran forward frantically as if being chased by wild dogs.

Bang bang bang!

The shells flew over the heads of Carlos and the others, and fell like rain. Big pits were blown up, and circles of dust were lifted up. I don't know how many people were blown away.

The power of a hundred cannons is as dense as dumplings in a place that is not too spacious, and the power of the explosion is even more terrifying!

Carlos was blown to pieces, and only half of his gorgeous aristocratic costume was blown up. With his eyes wide open, he got up and continued to run forward.

He knew that if he stopped, he would die, and only by running out of Mingren's cannon circle would he survive!

Boom boom boom!

From the port to here, the bombardment range of the artillery is almost full coverage. The shells are very concentrated, as if there is no dead angle, and they continue to explode.

The smoke and dust billowed, the sky was filled with thick smoke, and it was impossible to see what was inside. It was only the occasional broken limbs and broken arms flying out, which let people know that there are still people among you.

Aobai had already chased after him, looking at the land of flesh and blood, his expression was not very calm.

In the past, their Jurchen cavalry ran across the world, can they still do it now?Facing such artillery, no amount of cavalry is in vain, right?

I don't know how long it took before Carlos ran out, rushed to the shore, and wanted to board the boat, but found that the boat was less than 100 meters away, and it was full of Ming people. Some of them were holding guns. Some pointed bows and arrows at him from a distance.

His face was covered with dust, and he could only see a pair of bloodshot eyes, all of which were filled with dissipating fear!

Then there was the second one, and the third one. They stood on the shore, with no road in front of them, and dense artillery fire behind them, which continued to explode like thunder, accompanied by the rising fear in their hearts.

"Major, what should I do..." a soldier shouted at Carlos.

Carlos froze, completely deaf.

"Major, what should we do?" A soldier went to pull him, his voice trembling.

Only then did Carlos wake up, and there were only a dozen people who saw it. At the same time, the Ming Dynasty's cannon seemed to be turning to the shore to bombard here.

There is no way forward, no way back!

They are dead!

"What should we do, Major, are we going to die here?" A soldier watched with horror on his face.

In fact, Carlos couldn't hear what he said at all. He only saw his lips opening and closing, and his ears were full of the sound of shells exploding, buzzing non-stop.

One by one, they were approaching his back, as if they were about to explode on top of his head in the next moment!

More soldiers rushed out, more than 30 in a while, standing by the ear, looking at the big ship that seemed to be close at hand, and listening to the sound of the guns behind, I felt a burst of despair.

"Major..."

"Major..."

"Major..."

Caucasians yelled at Carlos one by one, as did Filipinos, manipulating weird colloquialisms.

But all Carlos saw was a mouth that opened and closed, and he couldn't hear the sound at all.

Boom boom boom!

Suddenly, a shell exploded behind them, blowing the group of people to the ground.

Carlos was covered in dirt. He threw his head and lay on the ground. When he turned around, there were several dead bodies beside him.

A white soldier lay down next to Carlos and yelled. After waiting for a while, Carlos didn't respond. He took off his clothes and white underwear, naked from the upper body, raised his gun and yelled.

boom!

Another bomb sounded not far away, the soldier was startled, as if he had come to his senses, he threw away his gun, dangling his shirt, opening and closing his mouth, still yelling something.

As if he had found a way out, as long as he rushed out, the soldiers who were still alive took out their white underwear and underwear, raised them above their heads, swayed around towards the sky, and screamed desperately.

Suddenly the back of Carlos's head went cold, his whole body trembled violently, and he finally woke up, took off his tattered coat, tore open his white underwear, held it above his head, and shouted.