Why?

It was the only question that crossed his mind.

Why is the fire of these warships so ferocious?

Why are these ships so well defended?

Why do these ships made of steel float on the water?

In a very short period of time, there were too many things that he thought were unreasonable in his mind.

He had more than forty ships under his command, some of which were usually galleons bought at great cost from the Dutch people. He vaguely remembered the distressed look on his face when he asked the generalissimo for appropriation, and the Dutchman's face when he boasted about how advanced his ships were. It's only been three or four years now, right?

Is the world changing so fast?

Is this big neighbor of mine going to dominate the world like he did when he was young?

He watched as the ships were hit, and the screams of his own soldiers turned into screams and cries.

"Surrender! Surrender!"

Can't fight anymore.

It's not a battle of the same level, how a young child who can just walk can beat a strong adult.

Surrender, it seems that you can still save some strength.

Maybe there is really some misunderstanding between the two sides?

Zheng Jiu thought about it by luck.

But it didn't take long for his last bit of luck to disappear.

The enemy ignored the white flags they had hoisted, the artillery continued to spew tongues of fire, and the battle continued, like a torrential rain in the sky on the hull of their own ships.

There are fewer and fewer warships.

Twenty-eight, twenty-seven, twenty-six, twenty-five...

There were fewer and fewer ships that could operate normally, and some began to try to turn around and escape.

But this is their doorstep, where can they run?

For the First Fleet, the battle went quite smoothly.

The other party's swarm charge was considered to have hit their muzzle.

The spacing of the Zheng warships was too small, and the distance between them was too close, and the hit rate was greatly guaranteed.

Moreover, as far as the power of the First Fleet's shells is concerned, as long as it is hit by the vital point, there is only one possibility of sinking the ship, and there is absolutely no possibility of sparing.

"What the hell are they trying to do?"

Zheng Jiu, who had never experienced such a scene, muttered.

But the people didn't seem to hear anything, and stared at the sea in a daze. Or maybe they heard it, but they didn't know how to answer it.

The most difficult thing for them to accept was the relocation of the fighting ground.

The ships on their side tried to escape, but all turned their bows and rushed to the frantic shore.

As a result, one side ran and the other chased, and the shore was getting closer and closer.

This is, Zheng Jiu decided to make the final struggle.

"Inform the gunners on the shore! Shoot at each other!"

Due to the important location of the Taojiang River estuary, there are forts built on both sides, and there are more than 20 artillery pieces on each side, in order to prevent other armies from attacking from the water one day.

In terms of the current situation, Fang is those guys from the Ruan family.

But I didn't expect to meet such a group of difficult guys.

No, it's hard to resist.

He was planning to use the artillery on the shore to give his fleet some help, but he forgot one of the most important factors.

That's the weather.

At this time, the rain was pouring down, and even if the soldiers were holding torches and umbrellas, there were very few successful shells.

The already fearless First Fleet was even more unscrupulous. Stopped on the surface of the sea a mile away from the harbor, frantically exporting to the ships in the harbor.

There were not many ships left in the battle, but the First Fleet had no intention of stopping, aiming its guns at every ship that seemed to be ready for action.

"Shiyun, stop. Don't attack merchant ships." After accidentally injuring several merchant ships, Xie Xuelong ordered the artillery fire to stop.

"Yes, Overseer

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Xie Xuelong stood in the wind and rain, glanced at the other party's fortress, and once again instructed Lu Shiyun:

"Shell the enemy's fortress and prepare for the army landing!"

Seeing that the other party's artillery fire stopped, Zheng Jiu's heart moved.

Is it that the other party is out of anger and ready to negotiate?

But it turned out that he was thinking too much, because the muzzle of the opponent's gun began to turn, which direction?

"Retreat!"

Zheng Jiu shouted, turned around and ran back.

He had barely gone when a cannonball hit the city wall not far from him.

The huge wave of qi knocked him to the ground, Zheng Jiu only felt that he was being swept away by a huge force, and then he heard the shouts of the soldiers around him, and then he lost consciousness.

In order to clear the way for the approaching landing, the First Fleet launched an indiscriminate shelling of buildings on the shore.

Both the soldiers and the civilians scattered in panic.

As for resistance, there is no at all.

By the time everything had calmed down, it was already an hour after the battle began.

The rain stopped, the sky cleared, the troop carriers began to dock, and Xu Zhi'an began to command the soldiers of the Beijing camp to land.

The soldiers who disembarked first immediately dispersed to take charge of the guard, and then the soldiers stepped onto land in an orderly manner.

Two hours later, all the soldiers and supplies were on land.

Xu Zhi'an breathed a sigh of relief, and next, it was time for them to play.

"General Xu, Zheng Zhilong's fleet will arrive in a while, and next, we will go to the port of Guangxi to dock and replenish. Next, it's up to General Xu! If you need support, please report it to Your Majesty as soon as possible."

Xie Xuelong stood by the dock and said solemnly to Xu Zhi'an.

"Supervisor, rest assured, you can always trust the soldiers of the Ming Jing Battalion!" Xu Zhi'an said confidently.

"Good!"

Xie Xuelong didn't say more, in the land campaign, Jingying is an expert, and he doesn't need to point fingers.

After the two sides said goodbye, Xie Xuelong left Jiaozhi with the fleet and troop carriers.

After Xu Zhi'an rectified it slightly, he led the army to an open place and stationed there. Next, they will follow the Tao River all the way upstream, heading northwest to Thang Long.

On the evening of the same day, Yin Guoding received the news of Xu Zhi'an's landing.

He hurriedly found Ma Xianglin and Mu Tianbo and informed them of the news.

"Yes! We're going to hurry! Yin Qianhu, what is the level of this Xu Zhi'an leader? Will you take down the dragon before we do?" Mu Tianbo curiously inquired about the news of Xu Zhi'an.

He had never been to the capital, and he had heard very little about the nobles in the capital, let alone knew him.

"Grandpa, Uncle Xing'an is not something I can evaluate casually." Yin Guoding smiled and said.

"Huh. There are no outsiders here, and I am absolutely tight-lipped with Brother Xianglin. Yes, Brother Xianglin."

Ma Xianglin also nodded, he was also very curious about what kind of person this person was entrusted with by His Majesty.

"Xing'anbo, this person, hereditary noble, when His Majesty did not ascend the throne at the beginning, he also hung a position in Beijing, and he looked no different from other nobles. If you insist on saying something different, it is that he never bullies people who are weaker than him, and occasionally encounters nobles who oppress the people, and he will also take action to stop one or two, so his reputation has always been good.

It wasn't until His Majesty rectified the camp that his ability to lead the army came to the fore."