Nagasaki is a complex place with few flatlands, hills, mountains, and undulating terrain, with many peninsulas, capes, bays, and estuaries to create a complex coastline.

But that doesn't mean Nagasaki doesn't have flat land.

The current Nagasaki is not the Nagasaki of later generations, and the urban area stretches from Nagasaki Bay to the northwest to Omura Bay. The current Nagasaki is near the coast of the deepest part of Nagasaki Bay, after all, in the southeast area of Dejima, there is still a large flat land, and the entire castle town is also used as the main base.

Later, the area around Nagasaki University and Peace Park was still a large area of suburban fields.

Now, the two armies of China and Japan are facing each other and lined up.

Nearly 50 years have passed since the Battle of Korea, and the armies of the two countries have faced each other again.

Nabeshima Katsushige looked at Zheng Jun on the opposite side and pushed it flat with such fanfare, and his eyes were about to fall out. Is Zheng Zhilong a fool? Or did he treat his own soldiers as untouchables? There is such a fight.

Kuroda Tadayuki doesn't know how to say it, he hasn't fought before, because the year he was born, it's been almost two years since the Battle of Sekigahara ended.

But haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? The elders of the Kuroda family have taught him. The battle of Zheng Zhilong in front of him was really beyond his expectations, just like Zheng Zhilong's arrogance earlier.

"There are no heroes, there are no heroes...... otherwise, how can you make a product like Zheng Zhilong stronger and bigger?

Kuroda still thinks like this in his heart. even gave birth to a desire to yearn for such a magnificent mountain and river, so that such a person galloped......

"Since Zheng Zhilong is looking for death, then fulfill him!"

Nabeshima Katsumao was very happy in his heart, he was able to defeat Zheng Zhilong cleanly, but it was a great merit, and it could somewhat reduce his guilt.

He knew that the Tokugawa envoy had already arrived for Nagasaki. If this battle can't be won, he should die cleanly and neatly, and the province will be humiliated.

As Nabeshima Katsushige's order was delivered, I saw that the flags on the front were shaking, the horns were blowing, the front line was not moving at all, and a large number of iron cannons on both sides quickly stood out.

Obviously, Nabeshima Katsushige intends to use the iron cannons on both sides to lightly rub the Zheng army's array, and then fight head-on, and the situation will inevitably be greatly unfavorable to the Zheng army with flanks frustrated.

There are no tricks, the plains are wide, and the military situation of both sides is clear at a glance, how can there be so many tricks.

In this battle, the soldiers and horses on both sides all have the purpose of defeating the opponent, who do you say will use the precious troops as ambushes and ambush them in the mountains and hills behind them, is that to defeat the ambush pursuers?

Zheng Zhilong wouldn't think so, and what about the more than 20,000 Japanese troops, once they are defeated, unless they are all elite soldiers in a hundred battles, how can they clean it up? But if they are all elite soldiers in a hundred battles, wouldn't it be better to directly crush the opponent?

Even if there is an ambush in that place, it is at most an insurance policy, and there are few troops. In fact, Nabeshima Katsushige pointed out Junyori Omura.

He looked down on Junyori Omura's ancestors, and he also looked down on Junyori Omura.

The latter had only 500 feudal soldiers in his hands.

Seeing a large number of iron cannons pouring out on both flanks of the Japanese army, and seeing the soldiers on both sides approaching rapidly, Snitke and Jacob on a nearby hill were excited.

They didn't expect to be lucky enough to be able to enjoy such a large-scale battle in Nagasaki.

Both sides invested 30,000 or 40,000 troops, which is also a staggering number in Europe. After all, more than 100 years later, the Prussian military king Frederick II, who started the Seven Years' War, had only 80,000 troops at his disposal.

"I really don't know who will be the victor in this war. If Zheng Zhilong can win this war, the contradictions between them and the Japanese will inevitably intensify even more......" Snitke thought of this, and everyone was going to be high.

If Japan can really hold Zheng Zhilong back, the company's gradual deterioration in the East will be qualitatively reversed.

Zheng Zhilong has built Xinzhou into a land kingdom, and the distinguished gentlemen of Batavia will not be nervous and sleepless.

"The Japanese are obviously more numerous, but I still believe that Zheng Zhilong can win the war. His muskets are flintlock muskets......" Jacob judged.

The Japanese iron cannon is not bad, the quality is passable, and the Japanese samurai are also martial, but there is still a big difference between the arquebus and the flintlock pistol.

Snitke didn't speak, just held up his binoculars and took a closer look at the battlefield......

Artillery was on both sides of the flank, and the battle on both flanks was the first to begin before the head-on engagement began.

There was a deafening rumble of the cannons on both sides, and in the midst of this rumbling cannon, Matsuura Zhenxin was a little surprised to find that the faces of the soldiers of the Zheng army could be seen with joy and excitement.

His eyes don't have flowers, it's impossible to be wrong, but how is this possible?

Matsuura rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then had to admit that he was not mistaken. Then his whole being fell into a depression.

A few years ago, during the Shimabara Rebellion, the performance of the Kyushu feudal soldiers and the shogunate army was still vivid, and those people looked sad when facing the war.

Just talking about the mental outlook, Matsuura Zhenxin felt that Japan had already been defeated first.

He didn't know what method Zheng Zhilong used to make the morale of his soldiers so high, but he felt that Zheng Jun under this kind of high morale didn't seem to need to be afraid of the soldiers of the various feudal domains on the other side, who had no double advantage.

A deep sense of concern rose in the town of Matsuura.

But he knew he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't change anything. He looked up at the sky, and the combination of the roaring cannons and the dazzling sunlight seemed to produce a strange force that fascinated him.

A picture of the future seemed to appear in front of his narrowed eyes, and after Zheng Zhilong won the First Battle of Nagasaki, he did not stop there, but set sail, sweeping through one Japanese vassal state after another along the way, until he reached Edo Bay.

The shogun, who was disturbed by the bad news and unfavorable situation, reluctantly sent an envoy and respectfully invited himself to Edo, and then, with his own efforts, the two sides smoothly launched peace talks and signed a peace agreement. And he has successfully become a pivotal figure in Japanese politics......

"It doesn't seem to be anything bad."

Since you can't resist, it's better to enjoy it. Matsuura Shinshin suddenly woke up and smiled in his heart. After all, his original plan was to "hold Zheng Zheng into self-respect", didn't he?

Matsuura tried to open his eyes, but the sun was so strong that he couldn't open them at all. This is a human physiological instinct. Therefore, although the sun illuminated his heart, he could only leave two dispensable tears for his filth.

The battle lines on both sides are not very long, at least some distance from the hills on both sides. Because of the mountains on the left and right, they have to set aside a distance as their own safety belts.

The collapse of the Japanese country is the big Furlong machine gun, and the effective firing range is only about one mile, and the longest firing range is two or three miles. After all, the lack of tightness is obvious to all.

And Zheng Jun's three-catty guns and five-catty guns with the army have an effective firing range of about one mile, after all, this era is still a very primitive era.

The distance visible to the naked eye is often their maximum effective range.

There were also not many artillery on both sides, and each other's artillery was mostly concentrated on the front.

Therefore, in the smoke of gunpowder, there were neat rows of Zheng family musketeers, advancing with guns, in front of them were stragglers and snipers, and their faces were a little black from the smoke blowing on the battlefield. On the opposite side of the Japanese array, a group of arquebusiers also strode over.

The smoke of the artillery was quickly blown away by the wind.

As the soldiers on both sides drew closer, they could see the glow of bayonets and iron hats in the smoke of gunfire, and the artillery on both flanks had now stopped roaring.

But the sound of gunshots, "pop pop ......" sounded densely like fried beans.

When the two armies were fifty paces apart, the Japanese army stopped first, and then Zheng's army also stopped. However, the gunfire was Zheng Jun taking the lead, because they didn't need to form a whole team at all, they stepped forward for a long distance, and the soldiers were still standing in rows one by one.

This is not the case with the feudal soldiers on the other side......

"Beep ......"

The piercing sound passed through the ears, and the neat salvo on the Zheng army's front rang out. On the contrary, the Japanese, after stopping their tracks, began to form a nervous team, and before they could fire, they were knocked over to the ground one by one.

These Kyushu soldiers immediately panicked, shooting sporadically one by one, and the people in the distance listened to the excitement, like fried beans, but the effect was much worse than Zheng Jun's volley of guns.

"The Japanese are finished." Snitke looked at the battle in front of him in amazement, it was truly incredible.

From the formation to the march, to the rate of fire of the muskets, the Japanese were no match for anything. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the Japanese iron cannon on the right flank was crushed.

"No, not only on the right, but also on the left, the Japanese on the left are finished...... Jacob had long imagined the course of the war in his mind, but he couldn't imagine that the Japanese army would be defeated in the blink of an eye.

"Kill the twitter, kill the twitter......"

The desperate shouts of the leading officers resounded in the ranks of the Japanese troops on both flanks, and one by one, the light-footed leaders and light-footed generals holding samurai swords frantically led all the soldiers they could lead to charge the Zheng army.

But in doing so, they are only sending them to death in vain.

"Put-" he shouted, and a shrill voice rang out.

The deafening sound of muskets continued to be loud.

Rows of spears shot out at a uniform speed, and you can clearly see some of the bravest and stout samurai in front of them, first their bodies were broken by the guns, and streams of blood came out of their bodies, and then they staggered and fell to the ground one by one.

The first platoon of musketeers stepped back, and the second platoon stepped forward. Each platoon was a squad of musketeers, and the Japanese feudal soldiers on the opposite side were even more, because the iron cannons in front were followed by a large number of cold-armed troops. In other words, the musketeers were full of enemies in front of them, and there was no need to take special aim at all. As long as the trigger is pulled, there will be a dwarf on the opposite side and fall.

One row of musketeers retreated, and the next row stepped forward, but still a large stream of gunpowder smoke erupted, and one by one the Japanese soldiers rushed up, screaming and being knocked to the ground, the projectiles breaking through their armor and rolling rapidly inside them, stirring their internal organs into a mess.

As long as they were not shot in the head, it would be difficult for the Japanese feudal soldiers who were shot in their bodies to die immediately, and they could only be tormented by unbearable pain. Let them roll on the ground and scream regardless of their image and dignity, the more they hurt, the more they move, the more they move, the more painful they are, and they wish that someone would come to free them.

A samurai covered his lower abdomen, barely straightened up, and didn't care about the ritual of cutting his belly, but only cut off half of his neck with a knife. At the critical moment, he wiped his neck and died.

And when someone falls, you can see two horrible wounds on his back.

I don't know if this guy's possession is of poor quality, or it has not been maintained for too long, and the quality is obviously not good. The gun not only pierced through his front, but also pierced through the back of Gu.

Large clouds of white smoke rose and were then blown away by the sea breeze. The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke made both Snitke and Jacob on the mountain smell it, and the two of them sobered up a little, and then they smelled a thick smell of blood.

Through the smoke, they could see the various forms of the Japanese feudal soldiers on both sides, some of them were already stunned, standing stupidly, or scurrying around with their heads like headless flies, or trying to find a place to cover up, or rushing towards Zheng Jun with crazy shouts.

"They're done."