Lord of Ming Dynasty

Compared with life, what is there to eat?

Anyway, it won't be long, you can't talk about it if you want to, and everything will be over when you die.

Amid the sound of the loud bugle, the opponent's Portuguese coalition responded with the rumble of cannons.

The harsh shells streaked across the sky, and then hit the sandbags on the wall of the dilapidated camp, breaking a few sandbags, and then helplessly found their home in a pile of quicksand and loess.

None of the Huaxia Army and Ming Army soldiers were injured.

The soldiers took turns to eat. After eating, the soldiers returned to the air-raid shelter or cellar to wait for orders. The defending soldiers returned to their posts. Over the three camps, flags were waving and messages of inquiry were passed to each other. information.

The battalion commander of the scout battalion came to Zhang Qiang after eating, "Governor, the Portuguese broke into the camp last night, and more than 2000 people were trapped in the camp. The rest were either dead or escaped and captured. Today I'm afraid the Portuguese are going to fight us head-on."

While listening to the report, Zhang Qiang walked up to a hidden observation point on the wall of the village to observe the actions of the Portuguese from the lookout.

"Let those soldiers and peasants of the Ming army put on the captured armor, and those who don't have armor, put our leather armor on them. Those who can shoot arrows should be managed together, and those who can't shoot arrows should be filled in the melee team and placed under the wall of the village. Prepare to support the fight on the wall of the village, and dispatch troops who know nothing and arrange for them to load our soldiers with gunpowder and lead bullets, or hide below and arrange for a few officers in the Ming army who know how to manage subordinates to manage them, Let them transport supplies and take away the wounded."

"Persist for two days, at least until tomorrow morning, before our troops can rush over," said Zhang Qiang, with a gloomy expression on his face. He didn't expect that the nearly [-] Ming troops could not stop the [-] to [-] Portuguese troops. The shock broke up at once. He thought he was just here to observe the battle. The main thing was to let the Nanming Kingdom and the Portuguese fight. After all, this is not his territory of the Huaxia Army. It seems that they don't need them to fight.

But the situation will always be like this, the plan can't keep up with the changes, and they are actually trapped here.

The key is that there are no cannons and few troops. If he can bring [-] artillery, [-] field brigades, and [-] civilians here, then Zhang Qiang is sure that the Ming army will not be defeated so badly.

Shaking his head, he drove away the negative emotions of unhappiness and regret in his heart, and carefully observed the movements of the Portuguese.

The next thing to face is the Portuguese attack, let's see how they make moves.

Yesterday was the bombardment of cannons, no troops were sent to attack here, but only a symbolic test of where Su Zhengqing was and the camp behind Li Guangdi, but fortunately they were not lost, otherwise the Huaxia Army Guard Corps would suffer casualties.

It seems that the casualties are small today, and the Huaxia Army Guard Corps may be wiped out.

After less than half an hour of observation, the Portuguese attacked.

A few square formations of thousands of people were loosely scattered, and they walked towards Su Zhengqing's camp and Zhang Qiang's side respectively. The enemy's artillery above them was almost fully fired, and shells continued to fall, hitting around the camp, and some of them broke the camp. The wall of the village, the wall reinforced with wood and earth, was like paper in front of several kilograms of bullets, and they collapsed one after another, raising waves of dust, which almost obscured Zhang Qiang's observation line of sight.

At 500 meters, a few thousand people walked in a phalanx, and their pace quickened.

It seems that they came from the county town in the rear, and also got out of the nearby camps, and then gathered together to find trouble for the Ming army.

At a distance of 300 meters, the outlines of these phalanxes can be seen gradually from group to group. They are the mercenary groups of the aborigines and the vassal states of Ming Dynasty.

The existence of cannon fodder.

At 200 meters, they crossed the trenches and parapets guarded by the Portuguese and appeared in the field of vision of the Ming army.

"Let the small cannon fire, use solid bullets." Zhang Qiang said to the orderly soldiers beside him.

As soon as they spoke, those people had already sped up to a distance of more than 100 meters, brandishing their weapons and showing off their might, looking like they were invincible.

It seemed that these people were not war-experienced mercenaries who had attacked for a day yesterday, but rather a group of young people who had never seen the world and came out of the mountains organized by the Portuguese from nowhere.

At 80 meters, these people began to have a division of labor. It seems that some veterans in the team are commanding and restraining them. They may be those mercenaries who fought for war yesterday.

In the camp occupied by the Huaxia Army, some of them ran towards them in gorgeous clothes, brightly colored, but tattered, barefoot, holding bamboo poles, waving large broken blades, or carrying axes, or just holding a knife in their hands. When the two thousand-man mercenaries with wooden sticks used small cannons, and the Ming army's long cannons fired at those people, Su Zhengqing's camp over there also responded to this action and opened fire.

Solid bullets drew blood trails in the ranks of the chargers. The mercenaries began to panic and panic. The ranks became scattered and gathered together one by one, trying to turn around.

Scolding, chasing, and rushing in, teams of relatively strong-looking men slapped the aborigines with big knives.

"Come on, let the rifleman shoot me specifically for these guys."

There are always a dozen such riflemen in each team, that is, rifled musketeers with three bullets and fast reloading, which are just right for these people.

80 meters may be against a smoothbore gun, whether it is a flintlock musket or a matchlock musket, the accuracy must not be very good, so people must gather together and hit a rough target. As for who to hit, I will know that day, and I want to hit myself accurately You don’t even need to think about the target you want to hit. Maybe you can do it at 30 meters, but at 80 meters, God doesn’t know where the bullets will go.

Rifled guns can, or rifled guns that can fire three shots in a row, flintlock rifled guns, the British gave this gun a name, a rifle.

Of course, the current rifles are different from the British rifles. Their rifles were originally matchlock guns, which were front-loaded.

With the shooting of the riflemen, those who did not run 50 meters in front of Zhang Qiang's Huaxia military camp fell down one after another, and their team was of course in chaos.

There was chaos, and fear made them turn around and run away. One or two who wanted to die were also killed by the small cannon. Those who could rush to 30 meters in front of the camp were not much to talk about.

At 30 meters, the archers can handle them. The archers of the Ming army on duty in the camp called their names one by one, and those people turned around and ran away.

Mess, all chaos, like a farce.

Su Zhengqing didn't have such manpower, but a few rows of matchlock guns rang out, and then the small cannons, tiger squatting cannons were replaced with iron sand, and the cannons were shot down one by one, causing chaos and casualties.

The casualties caused those people to flee one after another, and the people with supervision still couldn't restrain them, and even the supervisors were beaten into pockmarks by the artillery.

Those who tried to bypass or pass through the middle of the two camps were also beaten by the small cannons, and fled without reaching the camp where Li Guangdi was behind.

The first battle lasted for half an hour, and the Ming army and the Huaxia army won the victory.

On the ground, two to three hundred corpses were lying, and more than 100 wounded were crying, but no one could save them, and their companions all ran away or ran back.

Behind the Portuguese, at a distance of 200 meters, there are teams of well-equipped teams, at least holding knives and guns in their hands. The mercenaries who seem to be in a good team waved their butcher knives at those people one after another. At least it caused several times more casualties than the attack.

This method is so obvious that any fool can see that the use of cannon fodder consumes the ammunition here.

The situation remains grim.

Chapter 396 The Battle of Cannon Fodder

After slashing and killing, the Portuguese artillery stopped for a while, and continued to increase their firepower.

Ten minutes later, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and the group of people was organized again, followed by the group of mercenaries who killed them.

This time, the enemy approached the camp.

Because even a slightly larger artillery can not stop the impact of these death-defying cannon fodder.

Each artillery fired more than a dozen shots, ranging from solid bullets to iron sand shotguns, which could not stop their charge. Thousands of people charged together, even the camp of the Huaxia Army had to be taken seriously.

Bows and arrows, javelins, stones, small-scale volleyball guns, and short-fired guns were all used. The enemy was still like a torrential river, shooting at the dilapidated camp that had been bombarded by the Portuguese.

At noon, at least a thousand people died in front of the camp before the enemy retreated.

Several camps were subjected to a crazy saturation attack like a zombie siege. At least three or four thousand enemy cannon fodder troops were lost. As for the injured, those who were able to run back, the lucky ones, cannot be counted.

According to statistics, hundreds of people were killed or injured in the Huaxia Army's camp. If it wasn't for the camp's cover, everyone would have been drowned in this crazy onslaught.

Even dozens of musketeers of the Huaxia Army died, some were killed by artillery, some were shot to death by enemy bows and arrows, some were drowned by the enemy, and none of them left their bodies in the end. A monster with a big mouth lay dying on the open ground at the foot of the mountain.

Su Zhengqing's side was even worse. The casualties were all the remnants of the Ming army, almost reaching 600 people. Su Zhengqing's own family soldiers also lost dozens of people, and civilian husbands also died or injured one or two hundred. A dozen people were killed or injured to support them.

It was even worse on Li Guangdi's side. They couldn't sustain it. They were besieged by the enemy several times yesterday. There were more than 3000 troops. Now it is good to have 500 people. The camp is even more dilapidated.