Ding Baoshan sneered and looked at Fort San Diego, his subordinates were all sharpshooters selected from the royal guard. Seeing that his subordinates had been deployed in place, Ding Baoshan grabbed the bamboo whistle and blew it vigorously, and the sound of ping-pong gunfire resounded through St. Paul's Mountain!

Salvador was stunned and looked at the guns that kept falling from the firing port, and cold sweat flowed! What kind of gun is it, exactly? It is so accurate, although the shooting port is not small, there is always a foot square opening, but from the outside, it is just a small point! This battle can't be fought!

Niu Yaowu was overjoyed when he saw this, and knew that it was the cooperation of the robe that caused the firepower in the fortress to be suddenly interrupted. Take advantage of his illness and kill him, at this time, it doesn't matter what kind of dirt tank, speed is the first! Hundreds of warriors armed with big trolls swarmed up and rushed towards the bastion. More warriors armed with soul chasers found their support and fired at the fortress!

Under the cover of other comrades, the demolition team quickly rushed to the fortress. The three blasting teams arrived at the fort almost at the same time, dug out three large pits in the east, west and south directions, put down the explosives bag, pulled the fuse, and ran back desperately!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! The three loud bangs almost rang into one point, and the earth trembled. The pentagonal fortress is like a crispy sand castle, slowly collapsing. Salvador's face was like a zombie, he stood up in despair, tore off his already dusty shirt with all his might, grabbed a cannon brush and tied it to it at random, stretched out the broken fortress, and shook it vigorously: "Surrender!" Surrender! ”

Hua Houwei looked at Wang Feng with a smile: "Lord Wang, how is it?" ”

Wang Feng nodded: "Sure enough, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools!" Lord Wang, if the Ming army is like this, who in the world can resist? ”

This time it was Hua Houwei's turn to smile bitterly: "Money!" Lord Wang, a soul-chasing gun is 100 taels of silver, and a bullet is 12 or 3 dollars of silver, you say, how much does the Ming Dynasty have a million troops? ”

Wang Feng smacked his tongue: "Huh! Why do you want so many taels of silver? Lord, I understand your suffering! ”

Hua Houwei nodded: "Yes, how can you live without making money?" Let's hope there's enough gold in Malacca! Lord Wang, I'll see Jin Ziqin now! ”

Niu Yaowu ordered the cannon of General Shenwei to be mounted on the wreckage of Fort Santiago, and five Japanese guns were also set up around, aiming at the city of Malacca!

Eurasia looked at Ficanander with a pale face: "What should I do?" We won't be able to make it back until Alwaleed returns! ”

Ficanander gritted his teeth and said, "Your Excellency, there is only one way at the moment. Abandon the city defense of Malacca, use the governor's palace and streets, and fight a street battle with the Ming Kingdom! They don't have enough troops, as long as we hold out until Alwalid returns, these are still Portuguese! ”

Wo Ya rolled his eyes and immediately nodded: "Okay!" I grant you carte blanche to hold out until Alwaleed returns! I'll go to the Doge's Palace first to set up the fortifications. ”

Ficanander looked at the deserted and fled Woya, and his heart was full of pride. The critical situation is the moment for men to show their talents, and this battle may be the beginning of the peak of life!

He exhorted the soldiers with great passion: "Gentlemen, in this far east, we have no way back!" The savage Ming people will squeeze the last gold coin out of our pockets and then kill us. We have no way back, no way back! But! Gentlemen, General Alwaleed is still in the waters of Tuen Mun, and once he returns, he will turn these damn barbaric Ming troops into fish on the beach! So time is of the essence! For the sake of our gold, for the sake of our lives, resist desperately! ”

There was a commotion among the soldiers, and Figanand was right, they had no way out. The Ming people had 10,000 reasons to hang any Portuguese, and the natives of Manraka also had 10,000 reasons to kill the Portuguese who oppressed and bullied them. And the existence of Alwaleed, the lifesaver, is a well-known thing. So at this critical juncture, the Portuguese erupted in a high degree of unity!

"What? Neither the walls nor the gates could see the army? Hua Houwei was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Street fighting? That's a mistaken idea! Hehe, street fighting needs the support of the people, and even more sophisticated weapons, how dare they? Tsk, I knew this was the case, so I brought all the mortars here! ”

All the ministries returned one after another, and Hua Houwei took the name: "Ding Baoshan, Niu Yaowu, you two are fighting with Lao Tzu, and I will remind you of a few points in the street battle." The first layer of advancement must be related to each other; Second, it is necessary to boldly intersperse and divide the enemy into fortresses one by one. Third, we must mobilize the masses, here is Manraka, and there are not a few people who are oriented to the Ming Dynasty. Now with Niu Yaowu as the main offensive force, Ding Baoshan cooperates with the operation, Chang Kuan and Geng Baoguo follow behind respectively, and those Japanese guns can be dragged to the front of the fire point, and the artillery fire is aimed directly at the damn one! ”

The troops deployed, and Niu Yaowu charged at the forefront with the best troops. The streets of Malacca City are not very wide, and the streets are lined with wooden houses. There were sporadic gunshots, but the accuracy of the arquebus at this time was too poor, and the lethality of the scattered Niu Yaowu was almost zero.

"The sharpshooter keeps an eye on all the smoking houses, and if he comes up, kill him! Brothers with shotguns, don't care about anything else, if you are injured by mistake, you will be injured by mistake, and the Manraka people are not Ming people, just shoot to protect yourself! ”

The troops continued to advance, and the Portuguese sought-after players who kept popping up in the streets of Yanbian were hit by soul chasers and big trolls, and fell down with a miserable howl. A number of them were hit by bullets through the planks and hacked to death by the owner of the house!

Chang Kuan and Geng Baoguo led men and horses, pulling a cart, on which were placed Japanese guns. Ficanander did not completely abandon positional warfare, and there were several barricades with Francophone guns. The Franc gun was no longer filled with solid shells, but with a large amount of lead bullets. Niu Yaowu didn't plan to fight hard at all, so he directly notified the follow-up people and made a detour by himself.

The distance is actually very close, and there is basically no need to aim. Chang Kuan found a place to shoot Japanese guns in concealment, set up an artillery position, and after a few veterans took a slight aim, they pulled the fire rope. Rumble! Rumble! The shells flew out, and in the blink of an eye, the seemingly impregnable barricade was blown into the sky! After two rounds of shelling, the rest rushed to the barricade, which was no longer there, only corpses and groaning wounded soldiers, as well as broken Francophone guns.

The Governor's Palace is in the former Manraka Palace, and there is no need to ask for directions, the most luxurious and tallest one is! Niu Yaowu waited for Ding Baoshan to come over, and the two discussed together how to attack the Governor's Palace.

"Lao Ding, this is the palace of Manraka, otherwise there will be no need to attack after a cannonball!"