On this day, the sun was shining, the sun hung high in the sea sky, and the sea breeze wrinkled ripples on the blue sea.

However, in such calm and good weather, people did not want to appreciate it, and the Dutch gunners on the city of Geranza operated the long cannons on the city and aimed them at sea targets.

"They'll definitely get closer!"

Just when such a thought came to the hearts of the Dutch, when the Ming army at sea loaded the cannonballs into the barrels, Sun Hejing, who was standing at the stern of the ship, was holding a monocular and staring at the city of Geranza.

"General, at such a distance, I'm afraid it will be difficult for our artillery to inflict actual damage on the other side."

Standing beside the general, Pol's Leo reminded him.

"Exactly!"

Sun Jinghe smiled, and then nodded to the deputy beside him.

"Get ready to shoot!"

"Starboard listen, 1500 meters away, adjust the angle of fire......"

With the sound of the officer's order, the gunners worked together to push the cannon and the gun carriage to the porthole with the help of pulleys, until the muzzle of the gun protruded from the porthole, and their cannon weighed more than 3,000 pounds. As they adjusted their angles, Leo of Bol could not help but observe, although on previous voyages, he had found that unlike the Europeans, which fired with an ignition rope, their guns used flintlocks to fire their guns, which seemed to fire faster and did not have the disadvantage of flying arquebus sparks. And when these gunners were loading, he noticed that in addition to the flintlock at the tail of the gun, there were some differences.

After the guns were in place, the gunners poked the ignition hole at the rear of the cannon with a metal rod, pierced a hole in the propellant pack, and then poured high-quality ignition gunpowder and compacted it.

"What are they doing here?"

"Goose feather tube."

Sun Hejing explained.

"It can be inserted directly into the ignition hole, it is not as time-consuming and laborious as the filler, and it is not as soft as the ignition rope, so the reloading speed is faster, and the rate of fire can naturally be increased."

In fact, the increase in speed is very small, but only a few seconds, but even so, they still use this method, after all, on the battlefield, these seconds often mean victory.

"How can this be?"

Looking at the gunners who were making final preparations for the bombardment, Leo of Pol thought of their very special muskets, which did not require arquebuses or flints, as if this Ming army was completely different from the Ming army he knew!

Just when Pol's Leo's heart was full of doubts, accompanied by the shouts of the gunners "in place", Sun Hejing put down the binoculars in his hand and ordered in a deep voice.

"Fire!"

The moment the order was given, the gunners pulled the firing rope of the flintlock machine one after another, and the moment the flint struck the firing groove, a cloud of smoke and flames gushed out from the tail of the gun, and the next moment, accompanied by a deafening light roar, the side of the ship was shrouded in dozens of smoke and flames flashing out in an instant, and the blast wind from the muzzle of the gun stirred up layers of ripples on the sea surface.

Amid the deafening sound of cannons, the guns recoiled violently all the way to the end of the fixed rope, while hundreds of black, white, and orange guns enveloped the entire fleet in a cloud of smoke.

The fleet opened fire.

At this moment, the officers and men on the ship were all a little stunned by the first round of shelling, and even Leo of Pol was also shocked to the buzzing of his brain, although as an officer, he had witnessed the shelling more than once, but such a shelling still shook his heart slightly, but at the same time, a trace of regret welled up in his heart.

"It's too far away......"

At such a distance, the cannonballs would at most hit the city of Geranza, but what is the point of this? At most, it's a few houses, that's all!

They should get closer, and then bombard the gun emplacements in the city, and finally force the Dutch to surrender, which, of course, must have come at a relatively heavy price!

"The officers and soldiers have fired!"

He Bin and the others, who rushed to the beach on horseback, looked at the cannon smoke on the sea, their expressions all became complicated, what should they do now?

It's the officers and soldiers who called?

Why do the officers and soldiers want to fight the big soldiers? Of course, He Bin didn't believe that it would be Zheng Zhilong who sent a fleet to fight the big guys, after all, for the Zheng family, the big guys were extremely important, and this was a transit point for them to trade in the sea for a long time.

However, at this time, no one would notice them at all, almost at the time when the Ming army opened fire, and while the smoke and flames of the cannon shrouded the fleet, the Dutch gunners in the city also opened fire.

"Quick, open fire, let these damn Ming people see how good we are!"

Captain William, who was at the head of the city, shouted loudly, and in the deafening sound of artillery, he heard a whistling sound in the air.

When he looked up, he only saw one black ball after another flying towards the city in the air, and he didn't even look at these flying shells, how could he, as an artillery officer, not know that at such a distance, these shells had no accuracy at all, at most they just smashed a few bricks and made a hole in the wall of some houses.

Inside the city, the Dutch merchants and sailors were being recruited, armed with their arquebuses, and were preparing to go up the city wall to resist the attack of the Ming people. When they heard the dull whistling sound in the air, they looked up at it in confusion.

"Don't worry, gentlemen, it's just some shells!"

Noticing that there was something strange about these people's expressions, Paul Duradinius spoke comfortably.

"Maybe the Ming people have more artillery than ours, but this doesn't mean anything at all, their cannons can't destroy our fortress at such a distance, this fortress is enough to protect ......"

Suddenly, almost as his words fell, there was a loud bang beneath them, and it was an explosion! It's the explosion of gunpowder!

"Boom ......"

With this loud noise, there was a burst of explosions one after another, and the falling shells raised clouds of smoke from time to time, and the moment those shells hit the ground, there would be a violent explosion, and the shock wave of the shells exploded easily leveled the houses, and blew the stone slabs and bricks on the ground into the air.

With the smoke of the explosion, shards of steel mixed with countless rubble and rotten bricks flew in all directions, and the Dutch, who had not come to dodge in a hurry, did not even have time to let out a scream, and the splinters pierced their bodies.

"Lie down, O God!"

Paul, who was still there shouting, "It's just some shells," was stunned, screamed in terror at the sound of the explosion in his ears, and then threw himself to the ground.

Compared to the reaction of the Dutch, the slaves in the city who had just picked up arms at the beckoning of their masters were very slow to react, they simply stood there at a loss, for these black slaves, without the orders of the masters, they didn't know what to do at all, just let the fragments penetrate their bodies,

As the cannonballs continued to fall, divided into three layers, the city of Geranza was full of a scene of flesh and blood, for many Dutch merchants in this sea of fire, they now regret it, why do they have to wade into this pool of mixed water, this is not at all to resist those natives in Southeast Asia, but you should be the most powerful country in the East, this country even one province far more than the Netherlands.

The Netherlands is fighting with other people's homes at their doorsteps, isn't it looking for death?

For these merchants, all they care about is business, and the habit of taking up arms, well, is just to keep their property.

But now in the face of such a threat of death, one by one they all regret it.

They even figured out that the Ming people in front of them were not those tyrannical Southeast Asian natives, some natives might rush into the city, kill everyone, and take everything, but, Ming people, I will do this, this is the most civilized country in the world, how can they do what those barbarians do?

And now, what is the big guy doing? It's defending your own property, and it's clearly a joke with your own life.

But now, it's too late to regret it!