"Really Zhu warriors, kill!"

"For freedom!"

"Kill all the strangers!"

……

"Ma, a monkey is a monkey, and it's the same when you put on clothes!"

Amid the chaotic howls and shell explosions that resounded in the sky, Zhou Bin, the lieutenant captain of the 31st Infantry Brigade of the Ming Army, lay behind the parapet and said speechlessly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Outside him, on the south bank of the moat, like a garbage belt pushed by the waves on the seashore, countless figures in various colors surged on the black ground, the reflection of the sword shone from time to time in the middle of these figures, the fire sprayed from the muzzle of the gun continued to erupt, and the long ladders of siege floated on this figure, moving forward with their surge, and at their feet were countless dead corpses, dead corpses with maggots that emitted a putrid stench, and blood that had turned black, all turned into mud with their trampling.

Well, this is Coconut City.

This was the tenth day of the siege of the city under the leadership of 100,000 Javanese troops led by Amenggula III.

The third large-scale offensive.

There were now 70,000 Javanese troops outside the city, and the other 30,000 were in the mud beneath their feet.

The city of Batavia built by the Dutch.

The Ming army added barbed wire mines reinforced concrete parapet.

And, of course, the breech guns of tens of thousands of defenders and all sorts of artillery, rockets.

For ten days, these fortresses of steel, sprayed deadly bullets and shells, turning an entire thirty thousand true warriors into mud.

But supported by hatred, religious fanaticism, and folly, Amungula III and his warriors who fought for faith, for freedom, and of course, mainly for the balls, did not flinch, and they still launched a third attack in a frenzy, and threw all their forces into it, even the British advisers who helped them took up arms and joined the attack, and together they turned into the rags of justice, vowing to smash the fortress of the evil empire with their stubborn will and fearless spirit!

But it didn't help.

"Fire!"

Zhou Bin picked up his rifle and shouted.

He then aimed his shot at a British adviser from the front, and at the moment he pulled the trigger, suddenly there was a loud bang in front of him, and a fiery red flame exploded in the splash of reinforced concrete fragments.

A flowering bullet hit the parapet wall, and the moment it was bounced, the woodpipe fuse detonated the gunpowder.

Of course, it has nothing to do with him.

The one-and-a-half-foot-thick reinforced concrete parapet made him immune to all attacks.

"Damn, why are there still cannons?"

He leaned against the parapet wall, looking at the shards of concrete falling behind him, and roared with some rage.

On the hot air balloon above his head, an observer quickly waved the signal flag, and then, including two eighty-pound cannons, at least forty cannons of various calibers turned their muzzles at once, and after only half a minute, they let out a roar one after another, and then more than forty shells smashed into the surviving artillery position outside in a very short time.

Looking at the scene like a volcanic eruption, Zhou Bin nodded with satisfaction, and then aimed at the next target with the rifle in his hand, and the latter fell down in response to the gunshot.

On both sides of him, on the fortress wall built by the Dutch, after the reinforced concrete parapet wall added after the Ming army took over, countless Ming soldiers were lying on the shooting holes one after another, just like him, repeating over and over again the process of pulling the bolt, loading the bullet, pushing the bolt, aiming, and pulling the trigger, and the dense bullets were constantly spraying outward from the city wall at a speed of nearly 100,000 rounds per minute, and behind these soldiers, carriages full of ammunition kept driving by, and beside them they put down boxes of bullets that had just been moved out of the warehouse.

This is the residence of the Nanyang Economic Mission.

There is the largest arsenal in Nanyang, and all the ammunition of tens of thousands of Ming troops in Nanyang is transferred from here, and now there are more than 30 million rounds of ammunition and 1 million artillery shells and rockets hoarded in those reinforced concrete fortresses, not to mention the 100,000 army of Amenggula III, even if all the true people of the Spice Islands are killed, it will not be used.

Hit here......

"This is really suicidal!"

Inside a reinforced concrete castle on the city wall, the chief director of this scene, Lieutenant General Chen Tai Chen, the envoy of Nanyang Jing, looked at the real Zhu warriors who were like dead dogs falling in the mud one by one, and couldn't help but say with emotion.

The commander of the Ming army is the commander of the military region, usually a lieutenant general, and there are also generals, and the army commander is a major general, the brigade commander is basically a colonel, of course, there are occasionally major generals, the lieutenant colonel is generally the captain of the garrison in various places, the major is the battalion commander, the captain is the sentry commander, that is, the company commander, the lieutenant, the second lieutenant are the captain, and the group commander is a non-commissioned officer. The previous ones are all officers, and they all have to be graduates of military academies, unless they are promoted in the line of fire, non-commissioned officers who are promoted to officers must also be sent to military academies to study first, as for the chief of staff, they are usually one level lower than the chief officer, but the deputy position may be the same level as the chief officer.

Chen Tai was a lieutenant general and the first batch of viscounts, but as a strategy that made him temperate, all the troops in the theater of operations were under his command, including Luo Zhang, who was one level higher than him, and he had to obey his command when fighting in this place.

"In this way, it probably won't be long before the Javanese will collapse!"

Chief of Staff Xie Kun beside him said.

Indeed, even the true warriors could not withstand such a pure battle of being killed, and the charging Javanese outside the Coconut City could not even break through the moat, and turned into corpses like corpses at their feet under the stormy bullets on the city walls, staring at desperate eyes and letting their blood flow into the black blood that had accumulated into pools, and then into rotten flesh covered with flies, and finally into mud and fertilizer for the land. The swords and spears in their hands could not kill even a single Ming soldier, the bullets they fired could not penetrate the solid reinforced concrete parapet, and the arrows they shot could not penetrate the canopy above the heads of the transparent soldiers, although the canopy was only designed to protect them from the rain and the sun, and they only had a cannon to have some effect, but unfortunately their cannons had long since been lost.

In front of the Ming army's eighty pounds and forty pounds of fortress artillery, the bronze cannons equipped by the British were meaningless, as long as they opened fire, they would be surrounded and beaten as they had just now.

"Distribute the gas bombs, and once the Javanese are defeated, they will be replaced with gas bombs immediately."

Chen Tai said.

He finally used the British to gather these Javanese, of course, he would not let them run away like this, saying that before killing a Javanese resistance, he had to use at least one team of soldiers, go deep into the dangerous jungle and brave all kinds of poisonous insects, tossing for several days in a row, and maybe even using rocket artillery to barely solve it, but now as long as a soldier is comfortable hiding behind, he can solve it with a random bullet, how cost-effective is this!

I didn't use du gas bombs before because the opponent's siege distance was too close, and it would be too dangerous to pour into the city in case of a change in wind direction, but if the Javanese were defeated, there was no need to worry about this problem, those cannons with a range of more than ten miles also had enough time to pour this thing above their heads, although the lethality of chlorine gas was not high, but it could destroy the target in a large area to the greatest extent, and when the Javanese were so smoked by chlorine that they couldn't run, the Ming army could go out of the city to chase and kill them with bayonets and stab them one by one.

Just when the Ming artillery began to distribute du air bombs, as Xie Kun guessed, after paying the price of more than 10,000 corpses, the courage of the Javanese people was finally exhausted in the face of death.

I don't know how it started.

Almost instantly, the frenzied attack collapsed at once, just as they had rushed madly towards the coconut city not long ago, and the Javanese screamed frantically, turned around and ran away from the desperate castle in front of them, because the ones behind had not had time to turn around, and the two quickly collided together, and then crowded and howled and trampled on each other to turn the escape into disaster, and poor Amengula III, because he personally led the army to charge, was actually rushed down by his subordinates who trampled on each other at once, In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into countless bodies crowded with each other.

"Change the air bomb and open the cannon!"

Chen Tai shouted without hesitation.

On all the Ming artillery positions, those sweaty artillerymen quickly filled the barrels of the cannons one by one, and then pulled the cannon rope to shoot the most terrifying weapons at the Javanese.

A yellow-green poisonous mist suddenly rose among the Javanese.

The vast majority of Javanese, who had no knowledge of this thing, let the poisonous mist envelop their bodies in a daze, and then inhaled the vicious gas equally unsuspectingly.

The next moment, their end was coming.

The Ming artillery on the city wall was still busy, filling the barrels of cannonballs full of poison into the chambers, and then firing them into the Javanese people outside the city, and the yellow-green poisonous fog was also rising, spreading with the wind direction to cover a larger area. In the poisonous mist, those Javanese people fell one by one, screaming and wailing in despair, desperately kneeling on the ground under the cauterization of hydrochloric acid and hypochlorous acid, coughing and spitting out strange pink foam, weakly letting their lives disappear like this, reaching out to the sky in pain, as if praying for their true Zhu to save them, but unfortunately all that answered them was the howling of the air bomb in the sky, and only the constant sound of explosions.

Obviously, their true Zhu did not hear their prayers.

"Put on a gas mask, put on a bayonet, and get ready to strike!"

On the walls of Coconut City, Zhou Bin shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the latest gas mask from the cloth bag he was carrying, and at this time, the first batch of rubber trees planted by Yang Feng had begun to tap rubber, and most of the first batch of rubber was made into gas masks by him, and then distributed to the Nanyang Army first. At the same time that Zhou Bin began to put on gas masks, the Ming army officers on the city wall also commanded their soldiers to put on gas masks, load their rifles with bayonets, retreat from the city wall in batches, and wait in line behind the city gates.

Then the gates slowly opened. (To be continued.) )