Fighting in the dark of night with no fingers out of sight was a huge adventure for any ancient army. Lord Costa is willing to take a small risk, hoping to use artillery as a weapon to complete a surprise attack on the enemy and achieve good results. Similarly, ...... Guards also wanted to use night battles to give full play to the individual superiority of their troops.

All the soldiers who participated in this expedition were carefully selected, and all of them received intensive combat training on the chessboard and training ground, and many of them fought at night. In addition, the Guards also had two advantages in night battles, one was an extremely large number of excellent junior officers. Thanks to universal basic education, all of these selected officers have mastered the minimum ability of military formations.

The second advantage ...... is 'dog meat'.

The 'dog meat' in the Dirt Dog mode is small, has a smart nose, is fast, and can run back and forth on the battlefield without hindrance. Behind it, five hundred infantry battalions silently slaughtered out of the fortress and quietly touched the Portuguese position.

The Panjim area is an open area, with a good view during the day, making it difficult to sneak attack. At night the Portuguese wanted to advance along the road to the north, transporting artillery for artillery shelling. The infantry battalion led by Wu Damen silently detoured from the wasteland to the south, and all of them advanced on foot, relying on 'dog meat' to open the way in front and touch the enemy's defensive line.

In the dark rumbling night, the smell of 'dog meat' is greatly exerted. Just by smelling it, it understands where the enemy is, where its own people are? The guards behind it use the military array link to communicate and coordinate with each other, maintain the overall sharing of information, identify friend and foe, and gain a certain degree of 'night vision' ability.

About four kilometers after leaving the fortress, 'Dog Meat' ran into the enemy's defensive line. Since Lord Costa did not have enough Portuguese troops at his disposal, there were still a large number of indigenous soldiers on the defensive line who only used spears. Instead of strictly controlling the lights, these soldiers lit a large number of bonfires on their own lines to provide illumination.

In the event of complete darkness, the native soldiers will be completely incapacitated, or even collapsed themselves.

For Zhou Qingfeng, it was an extremely stupid decision to defend his flank with indigenous soldiers. These wastes, without any soldier's qualities, will only cause big trouble for the main forces. For the Portuguese, however, the use of indigenous soldiers was a cost-effective and effective deterrent – simply because the armies of the local kings were less effective.

On the front, several indigenous soldiers were conversing in the local Konkarni language. They had to be very careful in their conversations, not so much for fear of a night attack by the Guards, but because the priests of the Inquisition hated the natives speaking the native language. The Portuguese are systematically destroying the indigenous language, writing and history by making them speak Portuguese instead.

While the natives were chatting, a priest came with a few Portuguese soldiers to make an inspection. Immediately, they stood still around the campfire like frightened little animals, staring stupidly. Seeing their swarthy faces in the light of the fire, the patrolling priest looked extremely disgusted—the Portuguese might have been more tolerant of the natives in normal times, but today they were not in a good mood.

"Hold your posts, and don't just look at me like idiots." The priest scolded angrily. There are a lot of churches in Goa, and there are one or two thousand clergy. All of them were now mobilized to guard against the infidels from the east, and in just one day of fighting, the Portuguese were killed more than in the past few years. This made the Portuguese in Goa angry.

The priest scolded him a few times, then turned and left. He knew that these natives were very ignorant, maybe they couldn't understand what they were saying at all, so they weren't in the mood to talk nonsense at all. But as soon as he turned around, a flying arrow shot from his back, piercing the robe with a powerful defensive magic attached to it, and shooting the priest to the ground.

The mutation stunned everyone around the campfire. The Portuguese soldiers who followed the priest were immediately furious, some of them went to help the priest, some turned around and scolded the natives, and some of them already believed that the aboriginal soldiers had launched the attack, and immediately brandished their swords and slashed at them.

The native soldiers were dumbfounded, waving their hands in a loud voice, trying to explain that it had nothing to do with them. But soon another arrow shot out of the darkness behind them, piercing the forehead of one of the Portuguese soldiers. Immediately after that, a 'silencing' shrouded the vicinity of the campfire, and no matter how loudly the Portuguese army or the natives shouted, everyone felt silence in their ears.

As the Portuguese and indigenous soldiers panicked, a whole line of spearmen swooped out of the darkness. With only two or three neat thrusts, the sharp iron spear stabbed everyone around the campfire to death. The whole process was swift and neat, and the attacking guards spearmen were full of iron and blood, without the slightest hesitation.

In the darkness, He Zhuo, who was carrying a pulley bow, stood up. She glanced around the campfire and beckoned behind her again. As a result, more guards poured in like a tide under the leadership of Wu Damin, further widening the gap in the enemy front.

"Quick, march into the enemy's depth." Wu Damen said simply, and hundreds of soldiers quickly advanced in a company.

Each company will have at least two or three children recruited from Goa as guides. They are all little beggars brought by little Santos, and they are very familiar with the geography here. Although most of them did not speak Chinese, after a few full meals and a bounty, they gladly accepted Santos's mission to lead the Orientals to attack the churches in Goa.

The recruited children were bathed, haircuted, and dressed in new clothes. Those who are sick can even be treated. A ritualized process gives them a sense of belonging to the 'Guards'.

These children were the real bottom of Goa's society, and no one cared about their lives or deaths, and they hated the Portuguese rulers. Being able to be reused by the 'Guards' is a new lease of life for them.

A dozen children acted as guides, leading the guards in the direction of Goa City. Having broken through the defenses of the native soldiers, the whole team is no longer hiding their tracks, but only seeking to maneuver quickly - now the night is their best ally.

The team that launched the night raid even included a platoon of mounted artillery, and the newly purchased Arab stallions were used to carry artillery. For the Arabian horses, which are taller and heavier than the Mongolian horses, no one in the Guards is disliked. Just because they are there, both cavalry and infantry will have stronger battlefield mobility capabilities.

In the process of breaking through the defense line and quickly interspersing, Wumen felt both frightened and inexplicably excited. The defensive line formed by the indigenous soldiers was rather thin and lacked depth. Without the command of the Portuguese officers, they had no initiative to fight. With the help of 'Dog Meat' to explore the way, He Zhuo led a raid, only cleared two or three campfires, and never found more interceptions along the way.

Except for a small number of Portuguese patrols, the indigenous soldiers remained in place like fools. Some of the indigenous soldiers saw the interspersed guards, but they just stared blankly - the guards didn't have time to pay attention to them, so they were stupid, they didn't shout, they didn't even know to report it. Until the Guards disappeared into the darkness, they continued to chat around the campfire as if nothing had happened.

"No wonder the marshal said that the natives here are all born slaves, and this kind of soldier has a bird!" Wu Damen couldn't help but mock in his heart.

Hundreds of guards began to divide their troops, one of them going to Goa City to destroy churches, most of them carrying explosives bags. Because Zhou Qingfeng judged that the colonist's church should provide some kind of buff support effect to the Portuguese, it was He Zhuo who performed this task. Wu Damen personally led a platoon of mounted artillery to turn north in the dark night wasteland, aiming ......

After the Portuguese army stopped advancing during the day, the scouts of the hot air balloon locked on several enemy camps. One is the headquarters, one is the artillery camp, and the other is the logistics stables. Zhou Qingfeng wanted to destroy all three places, and in the case of insufficient manpower, the only thing that could achieve this purpose was the cavalry artillery platoon.

In the previous battle of Zhenjiang, the performance of the mounted artillery was decent, not outstanding or sparse. Its striking effect is there, but it fails to play a role in severely inflicting heavy damage on the enemy's vital points on the battlefield. This time the cavalry platoon came out again. Zhou Qingfeng even gave them the stallions he bought at a great price, just to be able to better carry the 1617 improved mounted cannon.

Previously, due to the poor carrying capacity of Mongolian horses, the weight of the mounted artillery was too small, resulting in too small a powerful range. This time, the weight of the new mounted gun was doubled, and it was changed to a 100-millimeter short-barreled large-caliber design, and the effective firing range was increased to 500 meters. On the current battlefield, it is rare to place a guard post five hundred meters away from the camp, which gives the mounted artillery platoon the possibility of killing with one hit.

According to the layout of the enemy's camp observed and drawn from the hot air balloon during the day, Wumen led the team to hurriedly run to the position of about 300 meters of the temporary camp of the Portuguese army. He was less than 800 meters away from Lord Costa, the commander-in-chief of the Portuguese army, and this was completely about to touch the tiger's ass.

Estimating the time, it will take more than ten or twenty minutes to break through the enemy's defensive line. In the entire battlefield, only the artillery battle was taking place in the direction of the river, and there was no movement on the land. Wu Damen didn't know whether to scold those indigenous soldiers for being too stupid or lament that he was too lucky, anyway, he had already chosen a target at the moment.

Lord Costa's headquarters was in the middle of the camp, too far out of the mounted artillery. The direction of the artillery positions was chaotic and seemed to be moving. The quietest was the makeshift stables of the Portuguese cavalry behind the enemy camp. A large number of horses were haphazardly enclosed along the road, tended by indigenous squires.

The enemy's artillery and stables are within the fire range of the mounted artillery platoon, which one to hit first?

Just as the Wumen Gate was weighing who to fight first, His Excellency Anthony, who had just suffered defeat during the day, was picking out his new mount in the stable. He injured his leg during the day, and although he was treated by the priest, he still had a faint pain, and relied on a horse to move around. His original mount had been killed in battle, and now he needed to pick a new one.

Inside the stables, several indigenous attendants were waiting for the arrival of Lord Anthony. They bent down and groveled the nobleman to a fine Arabian horse, "This is a horse just sent by the Arabs, only three years old, very docile and strong. ”

"A good horse indeed." Anthony reached out and touched the horse's mane, which was very soft and smooth. The horse is also extremely gentle, and does not resist the approach of humans, and even takes the initiative to approach. "Those damn heretics always have good things to hide, and they won't hand them over until they are cleaned up."

Antony was referring to Muhammad's Arabs, but he was thinking of the eastern enemy who was fighting them. He shuddered as soon as he remembered the muzzle of the cavalry shotgun on the battlefield. Thinking about the fact that all his comrades who fought with him were killed in battle, and he was the only one who survived, he kept praising Our Lady and God in his heart.

"Good horse, good horse, really good horse." Anthony admired and wondered how much such a horse would be worth if it were resold to Europe. He circled the horse, and was about to try it with his hand and saddle it,......

A cannonball broke out of the chamber from three hundred meters away and flew towards his location with a whistling sound. The cannonball hit the ground and made a beautiful ricocheting path, which rampaged through the stables in a straight line, breaking the fence, killing and injuring the horses, causing a loud noise.

The horses in the stables were greatly frightened by the movement of the shelling, and the Arabian horse, which had been gentle a second before, neighed and bounced, and kicked ...... with its hooves, and His Excellency Anthony was kicked in the chest by the hooves of the rampaging war horse, and he rose into the air as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and fell down. Before he lost consciousness in pain, he could only cry out: "God, why am I again?" ”