The first to fire the night attack artillery was Wumen, who personally commanded the cavalry artillery platoon. Under the cover of night, this tall man secretly appeared outside the rear camp of the Portuguese clearance troops with two new mounted guns, and the muzzle of the guns was aimed at the opponent's stables - Panjim's territory was very small, only six or seven kilometers deep from east to west, north and south, and the threat of cavalry that could move quickly was too great.

"Come on, three seconds of real male ......, no, no. Three minutes of real men! As soon as Wumen opened his mouth, it became a joke, causing everyone in the artillery platoon to laugh in the dark night.

It's just a smile, but after firing, it really sees kung fu.

The improved mounted guns were mounted on bipod mounts at the bottom of a simple slope pit, and when fired, they automatically reset and slided, and the loaders cleared the chamber and reloaded it at breakneck speed. Although the caliber of the new mounted gun has been increased, it can still achieve the effect of five rounds per minute in the case of inaccurate aiming and only pursuing a burst rate of fire.

After the rumbling thirty shells, the mounted artillery platoon immediately slipped away, preparing to hide in the darkness like an assassin. But when they dragged away the hot artillery, some of the artillerymen shouted in surprise: "Battalion commander, look." ”

The Portuguese simply built stables on both sides of the road, containing more than 300 horses of the Portuguese cavalry. Thirty shells were fired, and the poor horses in the stables were immediately blown to pieces. Even the indigenous soldiers who take care of the war horses are also chickens and dogs.

Several wagons transporting forage were hit by shells, and a fire broke out on the spot. Under the firelight, it was clear that the enemy personnel were scurrying around, and no effective counterattack was organized. Not only the indigenous soldiers were running around, but even the Portuguese officers were running around.

"Battalion commander, horses, those horses." When the soldiers of the cavalry platoon saw this chaos, they all turned red. They were eyeing more than 300 horses that had lost control in the enemy's chaos - although the scene was chaotic, only a small number of the horses were killed, and most of the horses were running around after being frightened and free. And Zhou Qingfeng's original intention of coming to Goa this time was for the war horse.

"Grandma is a bear, starve the faint to death, support the courageous."

If the tall bull was in command, he would definitely strictly enforce the battlefield discipline, ignore the horses that ran around, and fight in full accordance with the battle plan. But Wu Damen, who was stunned, was bold, and he waved his hand and shouted: "Leave five or six people to send our cannons away first, and the rest will go up with me to grab the horses." They all took out their guns, and when they saw something unpleasant, they shot them over. ”

After Wu Damen finished speaking, he added: "By the way, take those who raise horses as prisoners and let them drive and lead the horses for us." There are too few of us, so we have to take advantage of this to have more people. Now listen to me, come on! ”

More than 30 people in the cavalry artillery platoon waited for two cannons together, and there were not enough people to rob them at this time. The leader of Wumen paid the attention of the captives, and he had already discovered that the natives of Goa were very well-behaved, and they did not resist in case of trouble, even if they died, they would be obedient.

Removing those who served the artillery, Wumen used his own military formation link to link the remaining soldiers. All of them drew their short-barreled shotguns for self-defense, and ran in the direction of the enemy's stables, about 300 meters away, with a roar.

Several hay carts were burning in the direction of the stables, and there were people scurrying everywhere. Finally, a responsible Portuguese officer stepped forward to reorganize the manpower, and a group of wolf-like 'robbers' appeared in the darkness.

"Hit those with big noses and military uniforms." Wu Damen roared, and personally aimed at a Portuguese officer wearing a saber and fired a shot. The 30 mm short-barreled shotgun was not only the standard weapon of the musketeers, but also the self-defense weapon of all service and non-direct combatants in the Guards. A single shot can turn a person into a bleeding sieve.

The Portuguese officer who was shot flew upside down on the spot and fell to the ground. A group of native horsemen who had just gathered were terrified to death. Wu Daimun came up with empty shotguns and grabbed them, pushed them to lead their horses and drive away, and left with them - the natives of Goa are also gifted, and they have learned how to perceive the meaning of the superior as quickly as possible in hundreds of years of domestication.

This gang of fierce gods wants us to lead the horses? No problem, we'll lead the horse right away.

The gods still want us to pull the wagons carrying the horses? It's easy to say, we'll do it right away.

Wumen divided his soldiers into two parts, one part to bombard the Portuguese army and capture the indigenous prisoners. One was responsible for guarding the captives and making sure they didn't escape. The two parts also alternate in turn, and the soldiers who have run out of ammunition catch the captives and return to take charge of the guards. The guards seized the time to reload, and when they were ready, they went to capture the prisoners.

Gunfire roared near the burning stables, and the Portuguese were killed and wounded in the night, while more native soldiers and grooms were captured. These captives were responsible for collecting running horses for Wumen and others. In just a few minutes, Wumen controlled more than 70 prisoners and nearly 200 tall horses, including seven or eight vehicles carrying horse feed.

When he found that his control ability was almost to the limit, Wumen immediately accepted it when he saw it, and happily led the team away. When the Portuguese army gathered to regain control of the situation, they found that their stables had been looted - in addition to the horses that were killed by artillery at the beginning, some of the horses were deliberately slaughtered because they could not be taken away, that is, they were not left for the Portuguese.

His Excellency Anthony had been hit by a horse's hind leg at the beginning of the bombardment, and when he woke up from his anguish he found that there were many more Oriental soldiers with thick barrels. He simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, not moving until his own personnel arrived, and then he cried and got up.

"Those Eastern devils have stolen our horses." Clutching his chest, Anthony sought treatment from the priest who arrived. But when he grabbed a priest's hand and cried like a child, he found that the priest did not care about himself at all, but looked stupidly in the direction of Goa City to the east.

What's wrong with the direction of the city?

Anthony turned his head, stunned. Three kilometers away, the church of Santa Catarina was blasted, the dome erupted, and flames soared into the sky. After a while, the holy soul of Saint Xavier fought with the fire phoenix, and the phoenix with its golden body was burned with flames, and the entire church of Jesus the Merciful became a large pyre, burning to reflect half of the night sky.

There are many churches in Goa, and there are many flames. The raging flames formed a sea of fire, as if it were about to burn down the entire city.

"Oh...... God!" The priest immediately wept and fell to his knees and wailed. The strongest and proudest thing these gods are faith, but when the holy churches are destroyed, their strongest psychological defense line also collapses.

"Father, Father, give me healing. My chest hurt so badly. "Anthony was just kicked by a horse and felt numb in his chest. But now as time goes by, he is getting more and more painful, and he has reached the point of cold sweat all over his body.

But compared to Anthony's pain, something more terrible happened to the priest. When the other party tried to give treatment, they found that the holy power in their body was dissipating - a little bit of holy power floated out of their body, like stardust flying, slowly turning into nothing. Churches were destroyed, the faith of the clergy was shaken, and the source of strength quickly dried up.

"No, no, Heavenly Father has mercy on me, don't forsake me." The priest was howling. Their divine system is very different from that of the East by cultivation, and it is obtained by relying on firm belief as the root bone and gathering the willpower of believers. This power is easy to come by, and easy to lose.

A priest who has lost his holy power is not even as good as an ordinary person, and their power will be devoured, swallowed, and dissolved. Anthony watched as the priest in front of him rapidly aged, shriveled, withered, and eventually became an ugly and terrible living dead.

"Oh God!" Anthony still shouted habitually, and he quickly let go of the priest's hand, enduring the pain in his chest and staying away. Not only was he hiding, but the other Portuguese soldiers were also taken aback by the changes in the clergy around him. The priest they usually regarded as the most sacred and reliable has become like the devil, if not more terrible than the devil.

"I have to go to my uncle, and now he is the only one who can help me." Anthony endured the pain and managed to find a horse. He was to continue westward, in the direction of the enemy's fortress. His uncle, Lord Costa, was directing the artillery battle at the front, and the roar of two forty-eight-pounder guns just now was deafening and terrifying.

There are many people who think the same way as Anthony, and a large number of Portuguese troops feel that there must be a large number of enemy troops in Goa City, which was set on fire, and now they can only get closer to Lord Costa, who has the strongest power on his side and has a large number of artillery to protect him. They quickly followed the road to the west, hoping to be sheltered by the group......

But when Anthony and the others walked halfway in the dark, they saw a series of meteors in the night sky in the distance. This beautiful meteor is so dazzling that it can even be called a brilliant light. They first flew up and climbed into the air, leaving a beautiful trail in the dark night sky, and then quickly fell after a while.

Anthony grabbed the reins of the horse and stared blankly ahead, his heart aching. At first, he thought that his uncle had created the meteor, but he soon understood one thing—Lord Costa didn't have the thing in his hands, and the only ones who could make it happen were the devils of the East in the west.

The meteor fell to the ground and immediately exploded into a field of fireworks. The violent explosion spread out on the ground like a brilliant carpet of flames. The burning carpets were joined together to cover a large area in front of them, forming a sea of fire. In the midst of the fire, there are bomb trucks that have been blown up, artillery that has been blown away, and figures that have become fuel.

"No, no, don't." It would be Anthony's turn to fall off his horse and wail in grief. The Portuguese soldiers who followed him were all in a stupor, and everyone's heads were blank. "Lord, don't forsake us? We need your guidance. ”

Unfortunately, God does not exist, let alone come. The only thing that will come is heavy rockets that roar into the air. With the improvement of the manufacturing process, the rockets made by the 'Revolutionary Army' are no longer fired with slides, but with directional barrels, so that they can obtain greater muzzle velocity and better accuracy - and they can also play with large-scale fire coverage.

Zhou Qingfeng stood at the head of the wall of his fortress, coldly looking at the covering firepower that was advancing in the barrage 1,500 meters away. He was silent, even expressionless.

Wen Ruolan was nervous all night, and at this moment she also followed the city wall, and when she saw this brilliant but destructive scene, she couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "In the past, people with advanced skills were heroes, and in the future, kings with strong technology can reach the top." ”

Zhou Qingfeng immediately laughed heartily at this.