I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"Fire arrows!"

Hearing Hart's order, the officer commanding the archers froze for a moment.

"Master Hart, there are still our people below. If we shoot arrows now, we will easily accidentally injure them."

Hart narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, Zeng pulled out the knife from his waist, and pointed it at the archer officer's neck.

"My lord orders you to shoot arrows!"

Feeling the coldness on his neck and shoulders, the archer officer swallowed and raised his hand in salute.

"Follow your orders my lord!"

"Humph!"

Hart did not retract the knife, but still looked at the archer commander coldly.

"Listen to my order, shoot the arrow!"

The archer officer wiped the sweat from his forehead, and waved violently at the hundreds of archers lined up.

In the scene just now, the archers were all watching. No one dared to hesitate. They drew out their arrows one after another, aimed at the beach, and let go of the bowstring.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The arrow flew out quickly through the air.

Since there were screams of killing below this time, no one heard the sound of the arrow missing and flying.

"Puff puff……"

The rain of arrows fell, and many marines and Ah San soldiers who had no time to dodge fell to the ground screaming.

"Fuck!"

"dash forward!"

The battalion commander of the second batch came over, cursing in a low voice, pulled out the arrow shot on his shoulder, waved the sword in his hand and ordered to charge forward.

The Marine Corps soldiers who were fighting against the rain of arrows quickly formed an assault formation when they heard the order.

"Kill!"

The shouts in their mouths hit their morale, and under the cover of their shields, the soldiers charged up the beach.

The morale of the Sans, who were shot down by their own arrows, was already on the verge of collapse. Now that the marines charged, they collapsed in an instant, and they turned around and ran away without resisting.

"The morale of the enemy is gone, brothers, kill me!"

Seeing the enemy turn around and run away, the battalion commander roared angrily, raised his knife and charged forward.

"Kill!"

The soldiers also shouted loudly, followed the battalion commander, and charged upwards quickly.

"Damn it, these bastards, throw a log and smash them to death."

Seeing that his subordinate turned around and ran away, Hart cursed angrily.

After ordering the archer officer to continue shooting arrows, he just ran to Gao Po and ordered the slave soldiers guarding there to push down the log immediately.

The slave soldiers did not dare to disobey the order, so they raised the torch to ignite the log that was covered with kerosene, and pushed it down with a fork.

"Watch out for the log!"

The charging battalion commander gave a loud reminder, one jumped to avoid one, and continued to rush forward without stopping.

"Musketeers overwhelm the enemy!"

The deputy battalion commander in command of the musketeers immediately ordered the flintlock to fire, taking advantage of the opportunity of lighting up when the enemy hit the log.

The fusilier, who had stopped shooting just now for fear of accidental injury, aimed at the place where the torch was shining, and tapped the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

A row of gunshots rang out, and several slaves, Ah San, who were pushing logs and holding torches, rolled down screaming.

"rush!"

Seeing that the top was being suppressed by the flintlock gun, the battalion commander let out a roar, telling the soldiers who dodged the log to continue charging.

"asshole!"

Hart, who was lying on the side to avoid the shooting, saw the slave soldiers rushing up to kill one by one, and angrily hammered the stone beside him.

"Block the high ground, don't let them charge up!"

Knowing that it was inevitable for the enemy to rush up, Hart kicked the adjutant beside him, telling him to quickly lead the soldiers to block the high ground to block the charging marines.

"It's an adult!"

The adjutant wanted to refuse, but when he saw Hart's cold eyes, he shuddered, and quickly responded, scrambling towards the soldiers in formation.

"Sky Thunder!"

Just when Hart's adjutant led Ah San's soldiers to line up on the high slope, a roar suddenly sounded from below.

Because the two languages ​​were different, Adjutant Ah San didn't understand what it meant, and he still waited on the high slope with his people, ready to hit the Marine Corps soldiers who rushed up.

"Huhuhu..."

Suddenly, more than a dozen iron balls flew up and hit Ah San's team in formation.

At that time, there were a few unlucky ones, whose heads were bleeding from the smash, clutching their wounds and wailing endlessly.

"What is this?"

One of them landed at Adjutant Hart's feet. He looked at the smoking iron ball and tapped it with a knife in doubt.

He had seen the iron ball shot out by the cannon just now, but he didn't think it was shot by the cannon.

If it had been fired from the artillery, those Ah San soldiers just now would not have been injured just with bloody heads.

"Could it be that the guy on the other side has no strength and can't throw it that far!"

Hart and their adjutants thought that the thing that fired the shells just now should be a weapon similar to a trebuchet.

They have never seen artillery or anything, and they have no concept of it.

In their impression, the only one that can launch iron balls so far is a powerful trebuchet.

"It's such a waste of good iron. Go back and collect it and make some knives!"

Hearing the tinkling sound of the knife in his hand colliding with the iron ball, the adjutant, who knew a little about iron, picked it up, thinking about collecting some after the battle and making some good knives.

"Hey, what's the sound? Why is there a buzzing sound? Hey, why is there still smoke here!"

As he lifted the iron ball, the sound of the fuse burning came from the iron ball, and smoke was still coming out of the handle.

Some curious adjutants looked at the smoking handle, wanting to see what was going on.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

But as soon as he put his head up, a burst of flames rushed towards him, and then there was nothing else.

Chapter 190: One general is incompetent, and the three armies are exhausted.

Ah San's soldiers had no intention of fighting in the first place, and their morale was completely devastated after being bombarded by several rounds of artillery fire. The enemy's attack on the island caused their morale to become chaotic.

In the end, the thunderous explosion caused them to collapse completely.

"Demons...they're all demons!"

A San soldier dropped the weapon in his hand in panic, turned around and ran into the darkness.

"Bastards, you are not allowed to run. Whoever runs will die. Supervise the battle team and kill those bastards who escaped."

Hart jumped out from behind the stone, cursed and stopped the fleeing soldiers, and shouted to the supervising team to kill the fleeing soldiers.

But with only a dozen or so people in the supervising team, how could they stop so many deserters.

Stop here, run away there, stop here, run away there again.

Soon on the sandy high ground, Ah San and the soldiers ran away completely, leaving only the corpses on the ground, Hart and the supervising team who were jumping and yelling.

"The enemy is coming!"

Just then, soldiers from the Marine Corps caught up.

A San soldier of the supervising team exclaimed, dropped the big knife in his hand, turned around and ran away.

"Bang bang bang..."

A row of gunshots rang out, and several supervisors who turned to run were knocked down.

Hart, who was also about to run, stopped abruptly, looked at the soldiers blocking his way, then turned his head to look at the fusilier who was pointing his gun at him, helplessly dropped the knife in his hand, raised it hand.

"Fuck your mother!"

The battalion commander who rushed to the front line stepped up and knocked him to the ground.

Then it was an old fist and hammered down.

"Damn it, you're just messing around there, I can hear your chirping from down here, you're as disgusting as a fucking fly."

"Battalion Commander, this is a high official, don't beat him to death."

"The emperor and His Royal Highness are still waiting to be questioned. If you kill him, you will be in trouble!"

Several squad leaders rushed forward and pulled the enraged battalion commander aside.

They understood that the reason why the battalion commander was so angry was because this night battle cost him many brothers.

"Fuck, what kind of f*cking battle is this fighting? You launched an attack in the middle of the night, and you can't see it clearly from a few steps away. What kind of battle is this fighting? It's a fucking blind command. You want to make meritorious service in front of the emperor, you **** Come down and fight, don't let my brothers take their lives."

The battalion commander who was pulled away, shook off the dragging captain, pointed in the direction of the fleet and cursed.

The captains around did not say anything, and ordered the soldiers to collect the prisoners, and waited for the follow-up reinforcements to continue to advance.

Pointing at the battalion commander who yelled at the fleet for a long time, he threw his helmet on the ground angrily, "Send a signal to the uncles on the boat and tell them that they can come to claim their military exploits! And move the corpses of the brothers away, don't get in the way!" caught the eyes of those two uncles."

"Fuck!"

The battalion commander, who became more depressed as he talked, kicked Hart again.

Hart didn't dare to say anything, he held his head and pouted his buttocks, allowing the opponent to kick and beat him.

Soon the ship received a fire signal from the shore.

Ma Xun smiled slightly, looked at Han Fei beside him and said with a smile.

"The beachhead has been won, let the big ship approach, and prepare for a full-scale attack!"

Han Fei nodded, ordered the troop carrier to get closer, put all the soldiers down, and fully occupied Jaffna.

At the same time, this situation was also reported to the main fleet.

"Grandpa, they have taken down the pier, we are ready to disembark, and when you get to the shore, you can take a good rest and wash up!"

Zhu Zhangui, who received Han Fei's report, talked to the old man.

The old man nodded, tightened the cloak on his body, and waved his hands to let Little Snot prepare.

After that, Xia Yuanji, Yang Pu, and Zhang Fu were also asked to prepare, and then explained to Zhu Zhangui seriously.

"These two people have a strong desire for meritorious service and cannot be reused!"

After all the people around him left, the old man nodded with a serious expression, in the direction of the squad.

"I can guess that the casualties tonight are definitely not small. The intention of the two is good, but in order to please the king, regardless of the death of the soldiers, put yourself at a disadvantage. This is a taboo in the army."

"It can be suppressed once or twice, but once the number is too many, the officers and soldiers below will complain in their hearts."

"This is your man. I don't want to interfere. You can watch the arrangement. In the future, it is better not to arrange for the two of them to fight alone. Otherwise, once the enemy understands their weakness and uses a little trickery, the two of them It's over."

"It doesn't matter if they die, it's a crime to cause the soldiers and generals under them to die with them."

"I misjudged the person back then, which caused the defeat of the first Northern Expedition."

"As a general, don't be greedy for meritorious deeds. Everything should be stable and the overall situation should be taken into account. This is the first rule of being a general. The two of them obviously didn't think about it!"

Zhu Zhangui listened carefully to the old man's teaching.

Zhu Zhangui never thought of himself as a military genius. His victories in so many wars were all due to equipment crushing and his familiarity with history.

As far as the real military strategy is concerned, compared with the old man, a veteran who has fought all his life, it is more than a thousand miles away.