Yang Feng made his choice in an instant.

"Go on, and get it done!"

He said with a calm wave of his hand.

The herald quickly waved the flag, and the Ming army, which was originally a little uneasy, immediately calmed down, no matter what happened in Zhoushan, as long as there was a big marshal, there was nothing to fear, not to mention that at this time they had occupied an absolute advantage on the sea, so far the Ming army had only lost two warships, but the Qing army had lost a full forty warships, and there was no suspense about who the winner was, and what needed to be done at this time was to annihilate the enemy in one go.

The distracted Ming army continued to beat the Qing army.

And Wang Jie, who replaced him after Wu Ying's death, also saw the wolf smoke rising from Zhoushan at this time, and he knew the inside story, of course, he understood that it was the Dutch arrival, and then he gave the order to retreat.

The remaining less than fifty Qing warships immediately turned around.

But it's not really to escape, their task is to contain Yang Feng and ensure the landing of the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners, Wang Jie's plan is very simple, once Yang Feng turns around and returns to Zhoushan to rescue, he will kill back again to force Yang Feng to continue to entangle with him, if Yang Feng pursues, then drag him to continue south away from Zhoushan. Anyway, as long as Yang Feng can't stop the Dutch fleet, he will complete the task, and as long as the more than 1,000 Eight Banners elite soldiers land, this battle will be over, how can the rabble in Yang Feng's hands beat the Eight Banners elite soldiers.

He soon got his wish, because Yang Feng chose to continue the pursuit.

At this time, Zheng Jian and Ma Boss chose to defend in the other two battlefields, especially the former almost immediately gave up his entanglement with Xu Jiugong, and then turned around and went straight to Zhoushan.

At this time, the defenders on the Zhoushan fort could already directly see the Dutch fleet emerging from the sea level, and the appearance of eleven large warships made the fort panic, and it was only the second-line troops of the Ming army guarding the fort, that is, the local garrison, because the Ming army always controlled the sea, and the coastal defense battery was basically useless, and of course it was impossible to deploy the elite here, coupled with the natural fear of the red-haired ghost, many soldiers began to panic.

Seeing that the army's heart was unstable, the old monk Yi Nian, who arrived quickly on horseback, did not hesitate to cut down a soldier who was trying to escape.

"Brothers, your parents, wives and children are behind you, and your home is here, do you know what will happen if you let the red-haired ghosts and Tartars kill them?"

Shao Tingcai, who came with him, shouted.

"Fifty years ago, the Tartars broke Zhoushan and slaughtered nearly 20,000 people, and then moved the border and burned the entire Zhoushan, driving all the people to move to the shore, they will not prepare a boat for you to cross the sea, they directly drove into the sea with knives, guns and iron horses, lucky to survive, unlucky to drown in the sea, the entire Zhoushan beach is full of floating corpses washed back by the sea, old monk I am lucky, I survived twice, do you also want your parents, wives and children to taste that taste?"

Yinian said as the old monk carried a steel knife that was still dripping blood.

Under the shock of the two of them, one red face and one white face, the originally chaotic defenders quickly calmed down, and immediately began to busily carry ammunition and wipe the artillery, preparing to meet the approaching enemy, after all, they did not want their homes to be destroyed.

At this time, Zheng Jian's department, which was closest to Zhoushan, also retreated to Zhoushan Port, but Xu Jiugong's Qing army and naval division also followed, Zheng Jian did not dare to go north to intercept the Dutch fleet, and as soon as he left, Xu Jiugong's department would definitely attack Zhoushan directly. He could only stay outside Zhoushan Port and wait for Yang Feng or Ma Boss to arrive, but Yang Feng had already pursued the Fujian Naval Division, and Ma Boss was the first to defeat the Yangtze River Naval Division with his bravery, the latter only had five warships left to escape, and Ma Boss still had fifteen warships left, but he was the farthest away, at least within two hours, and he did not expect to rush back, in fact, this meant that the three fleets could not go to stop the Dutch fleet.

"Well, now we're on our own."

After the herald who arrived in a hurry reported the situation to the old monk, Shao Tingcai let out a long breath and said.

"Then it's a good fight, the old monk didn't die in Zhoushan fifty years ago, and now he dies in Zhoushan just to catch up with those brothers back then, you are a scholar who understands the art of war, you are responsible for commanding me to be responsible for fighting!" We must not let them pass our batteries. ”

The old monk said.

If this fort breaks through, it will turn to Zhoushan Port and join forces with the Qing army led by Xu Jiu, and then completely control the sea control west of Zhoushan, and then the main force of the Qing army in Ningbo will cross the sea. If they can't break through this battery, then they can only choose to land in the north and then attack Zhoushan from land, and this waterway is only less than 1.5 kilometers at its narrowest point, and it is completely within the scope of the artillery on the battery, and it is impossible to bypass this battery.

That's why we have to stick to it.

Originally, there were six eighteen-pounder guns on this fort, which was actually the so-called red-coated cannon, but Yang Feng transformed the gun carriage and aiming device to make it more flexible and convenient to use, and there were also ten twelve-pounder guns, which were also of the Kang Mazi brand, of course, after getting the new shells, these cannons were greatly enhanced in terms of range and lethality, although the number of artillery and the opponent were too far apart, but the natural advantages of the coastal defense artillery made them still have the power to fight.

Soon the Dutch fleet came into range.

The old monk who supervised the battle waved his steel knife and shouted: "Fire!" ”

The six eighteen-pounder guns with the longest range on the battery roared almost simultaneously, and months of training finally showed its fruits, and a shell flew over a kilometer and hit the stern of a Dutch battleship, and the planks of the armed merchant ship, which were much thinner than the battleship, were finally unable to stop the shell, which instantly smashed the oak planks and disappeared into the cabin, and then turned into an exploding flame.

"Damn, didn't you say there were only old-fashioned artillery on the island? Why were they able to hit so far? ”

On the Dutchman's flagship, Mock angrily yelled at a lightning rod beside him.

Looking at the Dutch warships that began to smoke, the former commander of the Han army with the white flag, and the current Fuzhou garrison general, the third-class Boshi Wenbing, was also dumbfounded, and when he saw his expression, Mo Ke also knew that he couldn't count on these guys, and after getting along all the way, he found that this empire that seemed to be so huge that it could only be looked up to, was actually a bunch of rotten goods, and these Tatars really started a war, not to mention fighting with the regular armies of Europe, even the East India Company's own mercenaries could beat them violently.

"Speed up, close the distance and prepare to counterattack!"

The fleet commander immediately shouted.

He understands that it is okay to go to the shore and shoot him at such a distance, but it is not easy for him to beat the shore defense artillery, even if he aims in the undulating waves, the shells do not know where to fly after the fire is fired, and they must get close to a few hundred meters.

Eleven Dutch warships continued to approach.

At the same time, the twelve-pounder cannon on the fort also roared, but this time the Ming army did not have the good luck of the last time, except for tearing a hole in the sail of a Dutch battleship, there was no gain, but at this time, the cannon was like this, whether it could hit or not depends on the character, and then the defenders on the fort quickly wiped the gun chamber to cool down, and then loaded the silk medicine bag and cannonballs, and soon the cannon roared again.

By the time of the third round of shelling, another shell hit, and it hit the middle of the hull of a battleship, and then flames began to emerge from inside.

Looking at this scene, Mo Ke's brows furrowed, it was obvious that the strength of the Ming army was far beyond his imagination, and this landing battle, which was expected to be very easy, was not going to turn into a real vicious battle, and this business was a bit reckless, but there was no other way but to continue fighting. Fortunately, at this time, they finally narrowed the distance to the point where they could barely aim, and then more than a hundred cannons on the blue sea suddenly spewed flames, and one by one solid cannonballs flew over the sea with a whistle that broke through the air, but only two hit the fort, and the huge impact force made the stone fort fragments splash, and the three Ming soldiers were immediately beaten to a blur of flesh and blood.

"Calm down, keep firing!"

Shao Tingcai stood next to an eighteen-pounder cannon and shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dutch battleship that had just been shot suddenly shook violently, as if a fierce beast was trying to break free, and almost in the blink of an eye, the terrifying flames tore apart the hard oak, and with a loud sound like the sky and the earth cracking, the entire battleship was directly reduced to pieces.

The Ming army, who was originally a little panicked on the fort, immediately let out a burst of cheers.

"Powder keg, powder keg explodes!"

Mock said with a trembling of his lips.

Shi Wen Bingxin beside him was simply dripping blood, two warships, this is not only two battleships, but also more than two hundred of his Eight Banners elite soldiers, the last sunken battleship on the entire Niu Lu army was wiped out, and one of them was not fished up, this one is probably not left, and this has not really hit ashore.

"Keep fighting!"

Mock is still doing his duty, anyway, the losses are borne by the Tatars, and as for the dead sailors, it is not worth mentioning, and whoever comes to the Far East to pan for gold these years is not on the belt of his head and pants.

The remaining ten Dutch warships continued to close the distance and continue to shell the Ming batteries, and as the accuracy of the close firing increased significantly, they soon achieved certain results, two Ming guns were destroyed one after another, but at the same time the Ming artillery shells also set Mock's flagship on fire.

"Explosion plus burning, how do these damn guys do it."

Mo Ke looked at the chaotic cabin and said with a wry smile, and next to him, Earl Shi's clothed minions were desperately beating on the master, when the cannonball exploded just now, a little aluminum powder burning sparks were splashing on Earl Shi's body, and the cotton armor was a little bit of a thing.

Unbeknownst to Mork, however, at this moment the muzzles of eighteen cannons were aimed at his fleet.