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Chapter 380 Blood Gourd

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With round after round of shelling, the downstream of the wharf, the two nearest barracks offshore, have been bombarded to a pulp.

Not only have the walls of the camp collapsed to the point that they could not be seen, but even the houses in the camp were on fire, and the remaining Tartars inside were blindly crying for their fathers and mothers, fleeing in all directions, where could they make a decent counterattack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the boats of the three battleships were all put down, and they busily shuttled back and forth more than ten times before transporting all the Franco-aircraft infantry ashore on the "Gray Dolphin".

To be honest, the tactical literacy of the Franc machine man is still good.

As soon as they came ashore, under the command of the officer named Marcelo Lucas, they quickly formed a defensive phalanx, and gradually, the infantry of the battalion formed a three-stage strike formation as a standard three-stage formation.

Behind them were more than thirty soldiers from the logistics platoon sent by Lin Xiao, whose duty was to protect the two flanks of the phalanx and play the role of a warlord.

Not only were these fighters seasoned veterans, but they also had automatic rifles and carbines in their hands, and even two machine guns......

The last to be brought ashore were more than sixty Franco-machine artillery and their twelve field guns, and as soon as the cannons and ammunition were ashore, they immediately pushed the gun racks forward.

The order had already been given through the translator, Xiao Li, that they would attack the last camp downstream of the docks first.

On the river, busy dinghys had begun to transport a second group of heavily armed guard companies.

After that, it will be Wang Dong's turn to the youth camp.

He Shouxin kept Lin Xiao's instructions in mind, these boys, let them be responsible for the pursuit after the city is broken.

The battleship "Gray Dolphin," which had sent away the Franc Aircraft Battalion, had now re-anchored and cruised to the shore on the other side of the Minjiang River, where it was using more than 10 naval guns to bombard the Qing troops on Nantai Island.

Later, Zheng Chenggong's fleet also slowly approached, several large warships joined the bombardment of Nantai Island in time, and more small warships were successively putting small boats, ready to transport soldiers to land.

At this time, on the opposite side of Nantai Island, in the direction of the southern branch of the Minjiang River, there was also the sound of rumbling cannons, and it was not surprising that under the attack from both sides, thousands of Tartars on the island would soon become prisoners.

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He Shouxin had no time to take care of Nantai Island behind him, and his attention was all on the dock outside Fuzhou City on the north shore.

The four mortars had stopped firing, and the fighters had put away their stalls and were waiting to disembark.

At this moment, only the lone naval gun on the deck of the "Qinzhou" is still tirelessly extending and firing upstream, and the gun body made of pure steel makes it possible for the sailors to fire continuously with confidence, without worrying that it will explode.

In He Shouxin's field of vision, the Franc infantry phalanx followed closely behind the field artillery and was rapidly advancing.

In the two ruined barracks, there were a few remnants of the Tartars who tried to rush out in vain, but they all fell on the way in the smoke of the repeated volleys of gunfire.

The range of arquebuses and crossbows was of little chance in the face of a dense array of flintlock muskets, and the blind actions of these Tartars were purely a desperate struggle.

On the contrary, a few groups of Tartars who ran back smartly fled into the camp behind them, and finally outlived the others......

Soon, the phalanx of Francs, with their bayonets in their hands, passed over the ruined barracks and the corpses of the Tartars, and gradually approached the third barracks.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

A continuous burst of artillery rang out, and the Franco-machine artillery was finally opened.

Although these guns were backward, they could make an earth-shattering sound when they fired in unison, and their momentum even overshadowed the naval guns of the "Qinzhou".

In just a few moments, the masonry wall had been bombarded with holes, and a large number of Tartars hiding inside seemed to have been stabbed in a hornet's nest, and some people were screaming with knives and guns.

However, the Qing soldiers who rushed out of the gate of the village were shocked to see hundreds of foreigners lined up in front of them.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! ”

The Franc soldiers were not willing to let go of this kind of slaughter, and the flintlock muskeviolers who had already prepared raised their hands to see a wave of guns.

There was no need for the battle team to protect the formation, and as the guns rang out one after another, the Qing soldiers who swarmed out were shot to the ground one after another, and none of them could rush to within twenty paces.

The battle was soon over, and with almost no losses, the Franc men annihilated hundreds of Qing soldiers in the camp, and a large landing field was already behind them.

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At this time, Zhang Xuesheng, the governor of the city, was so shocked that his jaw was about to drop.

"Red-haired?"

Zhang Xuesheng shouted in a trembling voice, "What...... What's going on? ”

"Who knows what's going on!"

Admiral Zhao Guozuo's eyes were blood-red, and he scolded hatefully, "Bastard! Even the red hair is used, it's so fucking ruthless! ”

Seeing the three camps being destroyed one after another, Zhao Guozuo's scalp was numb.

In each barracks, there are hundreds of his elite soldiers, but looking at this situation, there is no need to fight at all!

It's not that his people aren't brave enough, it's that the firepower of this gang of thieves is too fierce!

Special mother, even the flowering bullet and red hair are used, is this still the person he is familiar with Zheng Chenggong?

"How...... What to do? ”

Zhang Xuesheng sifted chaff with his legs and stammered.

"Herald! Fire! Shoot Lao Tzu! ”

Zhang Xuesheng asked, Zhao Guozuo finally reacted, and shouted at the soldiers.

The nearest camp has been lost, and if he doesn't fire again, the cannons of those red-haired devils will almost hit his head!

As for whether there were any of his subordinates alive in the camp, he didn't care about it at all.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

In his hoarse shouts, the heavy artillery of the city finally opened fire, and huge iron balls with fireworks smashed into the broken barracks in front of him one after another.

But......

It's late!

At this time, the Franc machine phalanx had already turned, and withdrew from the ruins in time, most of the Qing army's cannons fell behind their buttocks, and only one cannon fell at the end of the line, jumping and sweeping down a dozen people who had no time to dodge.

At this point, the Franc Battalion finally had casualties that could not be ignored.

But these foreign devils were also calm, and the formation of hundreds of people was not greatly affected, and under the guidance of artillery, they continued to rush towards the Qing army camp upstream of the pier under artillery fire.

The task given to them by He Shouxin was very clear, just destroy the camp on the shore, and they didn't have to worry about the siege, and their field artillery couldn't do anything about the heavy artillery at the head of the Tartar city.

Not long after, behind them, a company of guards who had just come ashore arrived in time......

"Boom!"

A mortar shell almost grazed Zhao Guozuo's scalp and fell on the city wall and exploded, and the bricks raised by the air wave threw him all over his face, and the spicy smell of gunpowder stinged his eyes so much that he couldn't open them.

A personal soldier beside Zhao Guozuo screamed, threw him to the ground in time, and pressed him to death, allowing him to escape......

Zhao Guozuo shook his buzzing head, coughed and gasped to push away the corpse of his own soldier, and staggered to his feet.

Looking around in a daze, Zhao Guozuo was horrified to find that Governor Zhang Xuesheng was lying in a pile of corpses, his head had been blown into a blood gourd, and he had long been unrecognizable......

Question: Zheng Chenggong's father Zheng Zhilong was born as a big pirate, not only spanning the East Asian Ocean for decades, but also entered Catholicism, knows several Chinese, what do foreigners call him?

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