"Damn yellow-skinned monkeys, there is not a trace of military honor and courage. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info They will just hide behind bunkers in the ruins and put their guns! ”

"Then use our artillery to tell them that wars cannot be won by hiding—"

Camacho, the Spanish commander of the West Dutch Coalition, said to the complaining Dutch deputy Neskender beside him. Camacho with short blond hair, handsome and athletic, from an aristocratic family in Madrid. He was a lieutenant colonel in the Spanish Army and a brilliant popular lover at the ball in Manila.

The so-called pirate soldiers on the island of Horaku were obviously the ghosts of the Spaniards and the Dutch. They supported the rebel nobility not only with pirate fleets, but also with an elite army selected from the Manila and Batavia armies.

Camacho and Neskender, who are in charge of the command of this army force, are both active-duty officers in both armies, one lieutenant colonel and one major.

Standing beside Camacho and Neskender was Abdullajak, the new sultan and leader elected by the rebel aristocracy, who was as obedient as a tame dog in front of them.

On the wide battlefield, more than two hundred white soldiers and several times as many indigenous soldiers stood in formation.

The muzzle of a row of cannons is facing Hele City. The bustling town of the past has long since been reduced to ruins, but in the ruins, the figures of the defenders come and go from time to time, and the sporadic cold light shines among the rubble.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

"Boom ......"

Twenty cannons roared. The shells fell one by one in the broken Hele City, although they were all solid shells. But there were still unlucky fighters who were hit by the splinters of wood stirred up by the shell hits.

The defenders also had artillery flotilla, but there were not many of them, and the shells were more limited. Otherwise, how could the main force of the rebels be lured to Hele Island? Therefore, in this battle, in terms of the soldiers' military quality, firepower and training, and the Chen Han Marine Corps in Lecheng, the thousands of men in Lecheng, were not the opponents of the West and Dutch coalition forces.

The marine units of the Nanyang Naval Division are not like the marine battalions of the Southeast Naval Division and the Yangtze River Naval Division, where some elite soldiers are selected and then most of the recruits are added. It was the original sailors on the ship, but now they have been changed to marines, and their combat qualities can be imagined. Even though the Metropolitan Governor's Office sent out a lot of instructors and instructors, the old habits were still deeply rooted.

The Spaniards and Dutch saw them as bandits rather than regular troops, so they slaughtered them with confidence. Abu Bekkah's two sons who remained in Sulu, Abu Bekkah's most trusted younger brother, as well as Su Yi, and the envoy sent by Chen Han, except for the Nanyang Naval Division, all the powerful figures in Sulu were concentrated in Hele. In the eyes of the people of West and Holland, this is a godsend, as long as they take Hele City in one fell swoop at this time, they can embrace victory with open hands in the next step.

The city's cannons must be used at critical moments. So many times, this and the defenders on the front line of Lecheng are stubbornly resisting without artillery assistance. If it weren't for the fact that the Sulu natives were still brave, and the land battalion also held a melee weapon like a grenade in their hands, Hele City might have really lost it.

But when the twenty cannons roared, no matter how heroic they were, they could only lie on the ground obediently. Western armies with artillery are tigers with wings.

After the shelling, with the sound of attack, a large group of indigenous soldiers screamed and rushed towards the ruins of Hele City. Behind them, two hundred hundred soldiers, carrying muskets and a thin yellow line in Leh, headed towards Harmony.

All the whites were dressed in soldiers' clothes, and the drummers had disappeared.

Because there are chasers in the Hele Defenders, and they shamelessly hunt and kill the officers and drummers in the army. If the officers of the West and Dutch coalition were still at the head of the queue in straight clothes and sabers, as they had been at the beginning, they were purely sending them to death.

For Western soldiers of this era, death is not terrible, but it is a brave sacrifice, not a stupid way to send it to death.

It was the first attack, and the Dutch officers among the indigenous soldiers fell one after another, and then the officers and drummers among the white soldiers also fell, and the gunfire from the opposite side was scattered but surprisingly accurate.

Then the Dutch reacted quickly, and there were chasseurs opposite, still very shameless chasseurs.

In the ensuing offensive battle, the whites learned to be obedient, because they were not wearing regular military uniforms, and pirates should look like pirates, they were dressed in all sorts of strange clothes, but they were yellowish from a distance. As officers, of course, they stood in different positions, holding not muskets but sabers in their hands, as well as the hats they wore on their heads.

Now the white officers have thrown away their sabers and picked up muskets with good bayonets, and they have replaced the black tricorne they wear on their heads with cylindrical caps, or even top hats, who cares about him? Then, as long as you don't wave your hands when commanding the troops, China will not recognize which one is an officer at all. The drummers were also cut.

"God is great, kill—" Five or six hundred native soldiers shouted and rushed forward.

These indigenous soldiers were not the creatures who were used to being dogs under the hands of the whites, and they were not afraid of the Spaniards and the Dutch, but unfortunately their masters were afraid of the whites in their bones. So Abdulajak, who was bowing down in front of Camacho, gave an order, and the native soldiers rushed towards Hele City with their whistling dancers' scimitars and spears.

"Get closer, kill them all—" shouted a Sulu nobleman, half-up. The eyes of the indigenous soldiers he looked at opposite were full of anger, and the boiling murderous aura was even stronger than that of the marine troops of the Nanyang Naval Division.

Hundreds of figures swayed in the ruins, these were the indigenous soldiers of Hele City. They wore only simple single clothes, not even uniform clothing, and held swords and guns, and stared at the natives who rushed towards them with vicious eyes as if they had seen a mortal enemy.

The gunfire was as dense as roasted beans, and the natives in the charge fell one by one, but compared to their totals, this casualty did not turn them into a flock of frightened birds at once. And behind them stood two hundred white soldiers, one by one pointing their guns at them, telling the native soldiers what to do next.

Although the dilapidated Hele City is conducive to the concealment of the defenders and can disperse the firepower of the defenders, the gunfire is quite dense, but the staying power is not strong. Soon the sound of grenades erupted, and then the crowd quickly poured together on both sides.

The snowy sword slashed out a line of deathly darkness, and with the white-bladed fighting, the soldiers on both sides continued to fall. The white soldiers also rushed forward with bayonets.

War is like a giant beast with an abyss connected to its stomach, and countless lives are devoured by it, but it can never be filled.

"Chinese, damn Chinese......," Camacho had a hateful look in his eyes. He can't be as timid as yesterday, there is already a strict order from the rear, and before sunset tomorrow, he must capture Hele.

"Forward, forward. Tell your soldiers, kill them all. Camacho yelled at Abdulajak.

Since you can't defeat them, kill them. A hundred whites were thrown into battle by Camacho, and Neskender did not object, because the hundred were a Spanish company.

Abdul Lagak's 2,000-strong troops have lost two or three hundred after last night's battle, and today they are afraid to be in the thousands. But just as Camacho didn't take the indigenous soldiers seriously, Abdulajaq never cared about the lives and deaths of the soldiers. He only needs the throne of Sulu, and what does it matter to him how many people died?

Camacho in the roar didn't know that just as he pushed all the indigenous soldiers in his hands onto the battlefield, a large open space in Hele City was also cleared by manpower, and heavy rockets were placed on the launch stands.

The battle had already been going on for the second day, and no rebels had arrived. The rebels outside the city had either arrived or could not come, and the second regiment and one battalion had already circled behind them, and now it was time to close the net.

Su Yi fell on the roof of the Xingyue Temple in Hele City, and this scene that was about to start marked a turning point in the Sulu War.

"Maybe it's not a war, there are too few people......"

In total, there were only 200,000 Sulu people, not counting foreign helpers, and their own soldiers were less than 2,000, although the rebellion was together, and the two sides conscripted troops one after another, and the total strength of the army was more than 5,000 in a straight line, but with the addition of 'reinforcements' on both sides, the total strength of the army in this so-called war was less than 10,000.

The 'war' that is less than 10,000 people, this cannot but make Sulu sigh.

"Boom, boom, boom......" There was no pause in the continuous violent explosions.

The scene of the moment is called a shock, flying sand and stones. One rocket after another landed near or in the middle of the West Dutch army.

Bursting flames enveloped countless pieces of broken iron, sweeping through everything. The shock wave tore apart one fragile body after another, and a lot of blood splashed was instantly evaporated by the scorching heat before it could fall to the ground.

More than 100 West Dutch soldiers were either killed or wounded in the explosion.

Abdul Ragak had already turned to charred corpses in a cloud of flames, and the charging indigenous soldiers were completely stunned. However, the defenders of Hele City were instantly demoralized. "Kill—" The horn of the counteroffensive sounded throughout the counterinsurgency war.

In the earth-shattering shout, the Sulu soldiers and the Nanyang marines, well, to be precise, are now Chen Hanjun, like devils who have come out of the night, wantonly plundering the lives of panicked rebels. The whole counterattack was like a bamboo. The indigenous soldiers are brave and brave, but when they are hit by a great blow, they are often the first to collapse. And the West Dutch soldiers, who were stunned by the continuous rockets, did not have the courage to resist.

From the time the rockets exploded to the collapse of the rebels, it was only a quarter of an hour.

On the sea, three huge sail warships were like three huge torches, burning with raging fire. The special bomb with the addition of combustions gave the pirate fleet a huge surprise, and the battle was over the moment the dense rockets sent seven pirate ships in a row into the ranks of the Nanyang Mariners.

Two of the seven pirate ships ran away, and in addition to the three ships that were on fire, two pirate ships that had dropped their sails on the sea not far away, like two huge coffins, floated on the sea.

The Sulu War is really coming to an end.

But the Great War in Shandong has only just entered the Gao Yu Dynasty.

The Qingshui Sect attacked Tai'an, and the Mixed Yuan Sect attacked Yizhou. After Chen Ming led the army into Yizhou, he only sent a small part south to the capital city of Yizhou, and the main force turned to Fei County not far from the north of the capital city of Yizhou.

In the meantime, Qufu, the location of the Confucian Mansion, Kong Zhaohuan, and the surrender handed over by the Manchu Yansheng Gong were in the hands of Chen Ming.

Although he was very impatient with Beikong, Kong Zhaohuan handed over the surrender table, and he had to surrender with more than 10,000 people, and in the subsequent battle of Yanzhou, he could still play an absolute role.

The Kong family doesn't have to count on it, but Chen Ming will leave it to them. As for the Kong family's property, it depends on whether Kong Zhaohuan is smart or not.

In this place of Shandong, the plains and mountain basins are intertwined, the mountains in the central part of the province are protruding, the southwest [west of the canal], the northwest is low-lying and flat, and the east is gently undulating, forming a topographical trend with mountains and hills as the skeleton and plain basins staggered and intertwined. Chen Ming's current marching route is to bypass the Taiyi Mountains in the middle, from the gap between the Taiyi Mountains in the central part and the mountains in southwest Lu, and go around to the west. As long as Yanzhou is taken, two-thirds of the territory of Shandong east of the Grand Canal will be in the hands of the Fu Han army, and the remaining one-third will be the northeastern and western parts of Shandong, centered on Tai'an and Jinan.

This is all to prevent the disturbance of the Qing army's horse team!

After Chen Ming seized Yanzhou, he was connected with the Qingshui Sect in Tai'an, and as long as Pingyi Village and Mengyin County in the passage were stuck, it would be stuck in the main artery of the western Shandong bypass to the east. The Qing army's horse team in the west may still be able to pass through the mountains in small groups, but the large horse teams cannot. This will greatly facilitate the logistical supply work of the Fu Han Army. With the defense of the transport troops of the Han army, the horse team of one hundred and ten horsemen could not gnaw them at all.

It is estimated that they also saw this flaw, and the Qing army did not plan to move a large army in Lunan at all. The Qing troops in Yizhou and Yanzhou did not seem to be mobilized, but the relatively elite training troops were all transferred to Jining.

But the question is, if the Fu Han army takes down the city of Yanzhou, how can the Qing army still be able to hold Jining?

The answer is something that a pig's brain can figure out.

……

Qufu Confucius family.

Sitting in the lobby were not only Kong Zhaohuan and other members of the Kong clan, but also the Meng family in Zou County, as well as the descendants of the 'old ancestors' of the Confucian sect such as the Yan family and the Zeng family, and then the heads of more than 20 families of all sizes who were attached to the Kong family.

Kong Zhaohuan was dressed in a bright red robe of the Duke of Qianming, and the Manchu top and robe had been thrown by him to the middle of the hall. There are seven or eight official positions in the entire Kong family, and there are also seven or eight official mansions in the middle of the hall, as well as a crown. By the way, Kong Zhaohuan also broke his hair.

Although the little hair he had left was pitiful, he looked like a monk with a black gauze hat.

A considerable number of the people sitting here cut their hair, and the remaining few also took the scissors under the angry gaze of a group of people, and twisted their braids like a 'click' of meat.

Here, it doesn't matter whether they are anti-Qing or not, whether they surrender or not, this is not the topic of their discussion today.

Kong Zhaohuan also wanted to take down Yanzhou City and give it to Chen Ming. In this way, the greater the credit he makes, the more difficult it is for Chen Ming to move the signboard of the Kong family. And those families who are attached to the Kong family also hope to see the Kong family continue to prosper for a long time!

But seriously, Kong Zhaohuan was really afraid. Chen Han is different from the Manchu Qing and the Ming Dynasty, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty does not know how many times they attacked Chen Han in their own newspapers, especially since Chen Han occupied the south last year and completely expanded it, the momentum of leaning towards industrial and commercial miscellaneous studies has become more and more obvious.

"Grandpa, rest assured, Pingyi Village, Surabaya County, Zou County, Qufu, Ningyang, Wenshang, and Teng County are all ready."

"It's too late, not too late. You will go back to your own homes tonight, and tomorrow at noon, and then all the righteous armies will gather in Yanzhou City, and we will take Yanzhou as well......"

"Does he really need the signboard of the Kong family?" Kong Zhaohuan had asked himself this more than once. But he knew that if he wanted to protect the Kong clan, he could only do this. (To be continued.) )