In the castle of Geranza, the prefect of Formosa, Paul, soon received a report from Felberg. "Stupid fool, how much corporate wealth is Felbberg going to forge his medal?"

Each mercenary is a valuable asset to the East India Company, because in the East there is no more mercenary than in Europe, where there is money and a steady stream of mercenaries to work for you.

Therefore, the Dutch, who were wealthy in the country, followed England after scolding the big ducks.

But this is the East, a world thousands of miles away, and every mercenary is precious. Hundreds of casualties, this number is really huge, and in the three years that Paul was in office, together with the war against the Spaniards, the number of casualties was not as huge as it is now.

It made him angry.

He couldn't imagine how many of Felberg's soldiers would survive after the war ended. There are also the aborigines, and the excessive casualties will also make them quickly change their attitude towards war.

But Paul had nothing to do, he could not continue to send the few Dutch soldiers or Chinese security forces left in the port to reinforce Felberg, let alone send the defenders of the castle of Geranza outward.

It's not yet dark!

Paul stood irritably in front of the window, looking at the dark sea, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and slammed his fist on the windowsill. "Damn Chinese, damn Zheng Zhilong——"

If it weren't for Zheng Zhilong's sudden strategic change and sudden change, this war would not have happened at all.

Night passed by day, and when the light of the sun shone on the earth, the Dutch, with their firepower, immediately launched a retaliatory attack on the Volunteer Line.

Shells were sent to the top of the mound in front of them as the muzzle fireworks rose.

At the top of the latter was a low breastwork, which was the fortification of the volunteers, and several connected mounds looked like this, leading directly to the edge of a dense forest in the distance. The same is true for the mounds that go inward, and these mounds scattered in front of Jialuo Village also cover the path leading to Jialuo Village.

Standing on the high platform, Fairberg could clearly see that behind these mounds there were large groups of Chinese. They can't even make a cold weapon for each person, and many of them are armed with sickles and hoes.

A big red flag stands on the top of a mound, fluttering in the wind, with five big characters written on it: "South Road Zhaofu Guo"!

"Boom, boom—"

The cannon roared.

The location of the banner became the focus of artillery bombardment by the Dutch. It was only to Felberg's annoyance that a series of shelling, two six-pounder guns and two three-pounder guns, did not hit the flag.

The low wall on the mound was shattered. This offensive can withstand arrows and guns, but not artillery.

It's just that what puzzled Felberg and the leaders of the Tuhan Black Alliance behind him was that Guo Huaiyi put up a big banner, but no one showed it. Even his men did not appear on the top of the mound, as if the large crowd of Chinese behind the mound were fake, and the low wall was bombarded by the Dutch after it was built.

"Guo Bao." Fairberg shouted a man's name, "You, bring someone forward at once." Let's see what the hell Guo Huaiyi is doing. ”

There are obviously so many people behind the mound, but there is no one on the top of the mound, are those people real or fake?

Guo Bao had an embarrassed expression on his face, but he didn't have the courage to say 'no' to the Dutch. Or rather, he knew mentally that he couldn't refuse Feerberg right now.

Because of the loss of the previous night, the Dutchman's eyes were cold and terrifying.

But he has already chosen a position, and the path he has chosen will be climbed on his stomach.

There are no people inside and outside, this is where traitors belong.

"Boom ......"

When Guo Bao led dozens of people, holding a shield made of wooden planks and even a simple pot lid, and cautiously touched the outermost mound, a series of grenades suddenly fell from the sky.

So how can there be no one?

But the people were hiding in the trenches behind the earthen walls, and only a few lookouts held out on the surface.

Explosions rang out one after another, and plumes of smoke shot straight into the sky. The entire position was shrouded in the smell of gunsmoke, and the Han soldiers led by Guo Bao rolled down the mound happily.

This mode of war was something that Felberg had never experienced, and Guo Bao's defeat did not discourage him, but instead scolded Guo Bao and his men for being a group of cowardly cowards. Then Marco's deputy, Luther, led dozens of Dutch soldiers to try to attack a mound, but the result was also miserable.

The defenders above had no contact with them at all, just waves of grenades condescendingly thrown, and before the grenades in Guo Huai's hand were consumed, even the Swedes, who were the most capable in Europe, had no way to face such a situation.

Fairberg's face was bloodshot, but years of war had taught him that he couldn't force it now.

The few low mounds in front of him may not be impossible to overcome, but he can't afford to spend too much time here. Zheng Zhilong's large army was approaching step by step, and the order given by Relanza was to take Guo Huaiyi's head as soon as possible, so that the Han people in the south of the island would know how powerful they were.

And the news of last night's 'failure' had reached Geranza, and Paul's anger put a great deal of pressure on his shoulders.

So, he didn't have time to rub around here. He's going to turn around.

Although there are a few low hills here, it does not mean that the geographical location of Jialuo Village is very dangerous. This is the Chiji region, which belongs to the coastal plain, and he can attack Guo Huaiyi from another direction as soon as his troops turn.

The road from north to south is shaded by several low hills, and there is no problem with running from east to west or west to east. All he had to do was turn around the hills in front of him and the surrounding forests.

"Everybody's ready."

Behind the mound, Guo Huaiyi passed the order. Thousands of young men with knives and guns looked blank. At the same time, on the road to the north of Jialuo Village, shield trucks are making preparations.

"Hurry up, hurry up ......"

Buckets of water were poured on the quilt outside the shield cart, and after that, the strong men only waited for an order to push the shield cart and rush forward desperately.

Zheng Lian was also dressed in a strong suit, holding a waist knife in his hand, and behind him were 200 musketeers from the New Army plus 200 recruited by Guo Huaiyi.

Guo Huaiyi's mission, as well as his own plans, was not to repel the attack of the Dutch.

Eliminate the Dutch soldiers as much as possible, eliminate the living force of the Dutch, and create benefits for the siege and offensive warfare in the future, this is the reason why Zheng Zhilong won over Guo Huaiyi, and this is Guo Huaiyi's own plan.

To make a meritorious service is to make a big one, isn't it?

"Big brother, the red hair has retired, and the teams of those fans are in chaos." Guo Baoyu loudly mocked the aborigines.

These people are at such a high level.

It's messy, it's babbling, there's not even an order. The Dutch offensive was thwarted and forced to divert direction, and the 2,000-strong aboriginal army naturally followed suit. It didn't take any other people's hands, they made a mess of it themselves.

Guo Huaiyi looked at Zheng Lian and laughed, pointing to the shield car, "What did I say?" You don't need it here. ”

"Haha, all the orders are given, the brothers will leave the Dutch, chase after the aborigines, and kill them all."