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Pushed by the high tide of the water, the Dutch East India Company Merchant Ship Express desperately picked up speed on the wide river, and the sailors on the deck, with pained expressions, kept throwing out bags of spices that had been put on the European side of great wealth, while looking behind them with horrified eyes.

A series of piercing whistling erupted.

"Boom!"

There was a loud explosion.

The aft tower of the Rapid was shattered in the firelight, and the hull of the ship lost control, and then began to crash into the shore.

Well, behind this merchant ship, a battleship flying the dragon holding the sun and moon flag is riding the tide upstream, it is the cruiser fleet of the Ming Expeditionary Force, although the channel of the Musi River is deep enough, but the shallow area of the mouth of the river still restricts the entry of battleships, so only cruisers enter the river. However, there was no need for battleships for this operation, because the target of these cruisers was nothing more than a small stronghold of the Dutch, but this small stronghold had a very special meaning for the Ming because of its name......

Old Port.

Daming Old Port Propaganda Division.

Six cruisers and four troop transports passed by the stranded Speed, and at the end of this fleet, when the cruiser in charge of escorting the ship sailed by, eighteen nine-and-a-half-pound guns on the starboard side continued to spray flames at a very fast speed, and the rifled guns at a distance of 100 zhang could be said to have no misses, and the eighteen shells entered the interior of the merchant ship of more than 500 tons like a storm, and then the flames of the explosion engulfed its body.

Nothing is known about the Old Port, nearly a hundred miles away.

At the same time the next day, the Ming fleet arrived at its destination.

"Your Excellency, it's time for you to exercise your authority!"

Takahiko, who led the fleet, said.

"Okay, then I'll order ......"

Han Lun, the new Daming Old Port Comforter, paused for a moment, and then shouted: "Fire!" ”

One hundred and eight cannons on the starboard side of the six cruisers suddenly spewed flames, and the dense cannonballs whistled through the sky, falling on the Dutch fortress like a violent storm, and then the flames of the explosion flooded this small fortress, and at the same time on the river downstream, small boats full of infantry were sailing to the shore, and a large number of local Chinese living in the same old port city were passing the news of the arrival of the imperial army as fast as possible, and then more and more young men were holding all kinds of weapons they could find, poured out of his house and rushed to the Ming landing point.

Of course, they were there to welcome the imperial army.

"Damn, can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

The Dutch commander guarding here lay behind the parapet of the fort, looking at the shells that kept exploding behind him, and the soldiers who were torn apart in the explosion, he couldn't help but let out a sad roar, of course, his roar was meaningless, he only had a small castle and a few hundred private troops of the East India Company, it was definitely okay to bully those natives with this bit of force, but there was little hope when it met a real enemy, not to mention that their enemies were still so ferocious at this time.

Just as he finished shouting, countless cannonballs whistled in, and then a brilliant firework flooded the entire fortress.

A kind of bullet.

Because there were no battleships and heavy naval guns, after discovering that the flowering shells of the nine-and-a-half-pound guns did not work quickly, Gao Yan directly ordered to replace them with armor shells, and the burning sparks of white phosphorus turned the entire fortress into a bright torch in an instant. Soon after, a powder keg was detonated by phosphorus fire, and the whole castle looked as if it had been inadvertently lit with fireworks, which was quite a spectacular sight. However, the Dutch in the castle did not feel this way, and the Dutch soldiers who had been splashed with phosphorus rolled on the ground in horror and despair, watching as the demonic fire from hell burned their bodies, and then shattered their bones in the flames of the explosion of the powder keg.

At the same time, the Ming infantry, which had received a large number of Chinese reinforcements, also pushed heavy rockets outside the castle.

"I don't know if the castle of the red-haired ghost is as strong as the treasure gate in Nanjing."

Gao Yan said indifferently.

As soon as he finished saying this, two blazing flames slammed straight into the outer wall of the Dutchman's castle, followed by two earth-shattering explosions, not to mention the outer wall, and the entire castle was blown down by at least a quarter.

"Obviously it's still far from it!"

Gao Yan put down the binoculars and said.

Just when the Ming army and the local armed Chinese swarmed through the gap in the Dutch fortress in the old port, the battlefleet led by Luo Zhang was sailing through the Longya Gate, looking at a barren beach on the north shore, as well as a few dilapidated small fishing boats and the frightened eyes of those fishermen, he shook his head somewhat puzzled, because in the future, this desolate fishing village will be the most important base of the Ming Dynasty in Nanyang.

This will be the capital of Daming Town South Road, will also be the headquarters of Daming Town South Army, and will also be the home port of Daming Ocean Fleet.

In short, Yang Wang Ye wants to build a real city here in the future.

Then Yongzhen Tiannan.

"The prince is always right, it's just that we haven't reached his height yet."

Liang Hong also looked at the original history of Singapore, now a desolate coast on the north shore of the Strait of Malacca and said, this place was originally the territory of Manraka or the Sultanate of Malacca, but after this country was destroyed by the Dutch, it has been abandoned for nearly a hundred years, and there are only a small number of indigenous people living here, if you want to build, it can be said that everything has to start from scratch, but since it is the decision of the prince, then everything is not a problem.

Next here are the port, the fortress, the inhabitants, the garrison......

Everything will be there.

Under the horrified gaze of the fishermen on the shore, the huge fleet sailed through the Dragon's Tooth Gate and headed north along the Strait of Malacca towards the most important Dutch fortress in the area.

Malacca.

In the early morning of the third day, the Dutch colony of Malacca, the giant castle built by the Portuguese, was bathed in a morning light, with its towering gates and towering walls, a cannon majestically looking down on the blue coast less than a kilometer away, this is the gate of the Strait of Malacca, whoever gets it, who is the master of the East Indies, whoever gets it, who is the master of all the trade between the East and the West, such as spices, silk, tea, porcelain, etc.

The city was seized by the Portuguese from the Sultan of Malacca in 1511 and again by the Dutch in 1641, and today it is changing hands.

"Ming Army!"

On the gate of Santiago, a soldier in charge of lookout, screaming in horror, kept striking the bronze bell beside him, the bell instantly broke the silence of the city, and the Dutch soldiers who had just woken up and were eating rushed to the city wall, looking at the sea in the distance with the nervousness of the arrival of the big battle, the huge fleet was slowly coming, and the red flags on the mast were fluttering in the wind.

"Damn, that's our Brave and Determination, it looks like Pol's fleet is finished!"

On the San Diego Gate, Commander Philip held a telescope and looked at the two battleships behind the Ming fleet and said.

"And what about their cruisers? It can't be sunk by Pol, right? ”

An officer beside him said suspiciously.

"Whatever, get ready to fight!"

Philip yelled.

Bol's results no longer have anything to do with him, and now what he needs is to face this powerful fleet.

"Prepare for battle!"

At the same time, Luo Zhang roared on the Weihai.

On the eight battleships, all the Ming sailors were busy, all the gun doors on the starboard side were opened, a loaded rifled gun was pushed out, and the black hole hole muzzle was all aimed at the Famosa Castle, and then on the stern tower of the Weihai, the kerosene stove of a hot air balloon was lit, the huge hot air balloon was inflated, and the observers slowly rose into the air with observers, and those observers on the main mast of each ship lay on the rangefinder to measure the distance.

"Three miles."

A staff officer reported to Luo Zhang.

Three miles, 1,800 meters.

"It's alright, fire!"

Luo Zhang said with a telescope.

The signal flag waved on the Weihai.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

……

The captains of the battleships quickly gave orders, and then the gunners in the cabin repeated the same order, and they had already aimed behind the guns of Famosa Castle, a gunner quickly pulled the gun rope, and the flint machine fell suddenly, and the flames of the fire cap directly ignited the ****** in the gun chamber, and the cast steel cannonballs filled with gunpowder were pushed by the lead butts, and sprayed out with blazing flames at great speed, roaring across the sea and rushing straight to Famosa Castle, with great force hitting the stone wall nearly three meters thick, The Dutch fell in droop from the debris and shrapnel.

"It doesn't work much!"

The officer next to Luo Zhang said.

It is true that the effect is not great, and it is difficult to penetrate this kind of stone castle with a frontal shot, even if it is a shell from a forty-pound bombardment, and most of the shells are bounced.

"Raise the muzzle of the cannon and bombard the city!"

Luo Zhang said with a sneer.

All the guns raised their muzzles, and the second round of shells suddenly flew out, and the eight battleships dropped more than 300 shells into the castle of Famosa at once, and almost instantly the inside of the castle was in flames.

"Keep shelling, I'll see how long they last!"

Luo Zhang said with satisfaction.

"Fire, fire!"

On the wall of Famosa, Philip looked at the church behind him that was torn apart in the explosion and immediately roared, although at such a distance, their cannons are actually difficult to damage the battleship, but at this time they can't take care of this, if the Ming army's naval guns continue to bombard, the city of Famosa will be destroyed, this castle is not a simple military fortress, it is actually a Dutch settlement, the government office, the church, and the shops are all inside.

Blazing flames erupted from the walls and the firing ports of those forts, and solid cast iron cannonballs whistled towards the Ming fleet on the sea, and then smashed columns of water around these warships.

"That's all there is to it?"

Luo Zhang looked at a falling cannonball not far away and said with a sneer.

Because the distance was too far, the shell had long been out of energy, and this shell, which weighed at least more than 20 pounds, was just a few pieces of sawdust on the solid teak.

"Summons the Marines, prepare to land!"

Then he said. (To be continued.) )