As soon as Fang heard the voice, Li Jinglong sat up from the bed with a bone, but although he had already expected that someone would come to attack at night, when this thing really happened, he only felt that his hands and feet were cold. The soldiers surrounded him and climbed the high platform, but he still had some trembling and hardly knew what to do.

Fortunately, the previous paper talk has been effective, at this time in the city, hundreds of Ming troops were reasonably distributed throughout the city, and more than 100 people were arranged to guard the gap where the city wall had not yet been enclosed. The merchants were also arranged in the relative safety of the rear, and because of the relationship that had been expected in advance, these merchants who had not been in battle did not cause much panic, but they were all ready, ready to board the ship at any time and flee for their lives.

For the time being, the situation did not require Li Jinglong to give any command, and Li Jinglong gradually calmed down. Standing on a high platform, he tried to judge the situation on the front line through the light of the fire and the banner, and found that the city wall had almost completely breached by the Ban people. Almost all of those barbarians know how to climb, and the walls are still a little short. Even if there were no gaps, the Ming army would not be able to stop these enemies, who were far outnumbered by them.

Fortunately, the firearms in the hands of these Ming troops were sharp, and the barbarians did not seem to have seen firearms, with the help of firearms, the Ming army fought and retreated, and the situation was not too ugly.

"Little grandfather, the people are prepared, there are too many people and menacing, it is too difficult to resist the enemy." There are left and right to persuade Li Jinglong to say. "It's better to retreat to the sea and wait for them to lose their spirit, and then make a decision."

At this time, the Ming army and the Fan people had actually been fighting for a while. With the faint morning light with water vapor, Li Jinglong had clearly seen that there were far more corpses lying in front of him than the Ming soldiers. It's just that the number of people is too many, and they are not afraid of death, and it is indeed difficult to annihilate the Ming army with only hundreds of lost geographical advantages, and he has no other ideas, so he is as good as a stream. "Give the order, and do as you please."

The piercing sound of gold sounded, and the Ming troops fought and retreated, methodically retreating from the dock to the ships at sea.

Counting the casualties, the Ming army lost more than 40 casualties. But just the corpses of Fanren that I glimpsed at a hurry, I am afraid that there are no less than a hundred. As the ships drifted away, the people who had successfully captured the port docks did not look very demoralized.

"Little grandpa don't be frustrated, this battle is a complete victory for my Daming." There are pro-soldiers who comforted him.

"Hmm." Li Jinglong nodded, judging from the battle damage, this battle was indeed an undoubted victory. But their purpose was to build a port here, and seeing that the port had been lost, in terms of goals, they actually lost the first battle.

The first time he commanded a battle, he tasted defeat, and in his heart, Li Jinglong had even less confidence in his military talents.

Seeing those people standing on the dock, still shouting at the Ming ships on the sea, Li Jinglong subconsciously felt a little timid. "These people are so vicious, they can't chase them to the sea, right?"

"Don't worry, little grandfather, it's just some people, what decent ships can they have?" The soldier comforted. This person originally followed Li Jinglong's father, Li Wenzhong, and once climbed the ice and snow in northern Xinjiang to fight a tough battle. In northern Xinjiang, I have also seen the Jurchen tribes fishing and hunting in the North Sea.

As far as he could remember, even if the barbarians could build ships and go to sea, they could only build inferior ships such as canoes like the Jurchens. Besides, the people of this big Ryukyu Island are really not one or two grades worse than the brave and sturdy Northland Jurchens. They are all Fanren, and even if they have a ship, they are not as good as the Jurchens.

was appeased by him like this, and Li Jinglong finally suppressed the timidity in his heart. Just as he was about to talk and laugh twice, showing the feeling of the commander-in-chief's command, boosting morale, but unexpectedly, a ship behind him began to raise flags. The general in charge of communication quickly translated the flag language, and then reported it to Li Jinglong: "Little grandfather, there is news from the rear of the front. ”

"An enemy army has suddenly appeared in the rear and is outflanking us!"

Li Jinglong was shocked, he never thought that these people would also make arrangements for the Ming army ships at sea. Just as he was between the six gods and the owner, he saw that in the sea ahead, many ships were outflanking the fleet from both sides of the port. Those ships were boxy, similar to the Japanese boats of yesteryear, but they were just inferior boats such as canoes and small sampans.

"These barbarians want to wipe out all of us here?" Li Jinglong exclaimed.

Seeing that there were enemy ships all around, Li Jinglong's hands and feet were cold, and he felt cornered. Just when he was panicking, a guard hurriedly reminded: "Little grandfather, cannon!" There are cannons on board! ”

"Quickly give the order, turn the ship's guns, and fight a way out!"

Li Jinglong was reminded by him, as if he had a backbone, and immediately began to order. Originally, there was no general order for the flagship, and those Ming generals who were responsible for operating the ship did not know the commander's intentions, and were hesitating whether to counterattack directly or defend in place. At this time, the flag was finally obtained, and for a while, many warships began to act in unison.

All the ships slowly crossed the strings of the ship, pointing their sides in the direction of the attacking fleet.

The battle in the sea is not like a land battle, the sea is rippling, even if it is a clipper, it seems to be a little slow to swallow with the naked eye. Li Jinglong only felt anxious, for fear that those fan's fleet would suddenly accelerate and directly cross the distance of the ship's cannon to kill in. However, the warships of the Ming army turned in a slight direction, and although the ships of the Fanren could be seen, they were still a few arrows away. In the end, it was the Ming ship's cannon that was in place first.

"Fire!" On the flagship, the officer in charge of the artillery calculated the distance, and then shouted and waved the command flag.

"Boom, boom!" Hearing only a few dull cannon sounds, Li Jinglong only felt that the deck under his feet trembled, and several cannonballs were already whistling, flying towards the dense fleet of Fanren. Then I saw one of the cannonballs slowly, but it unstoppably smashed through a fanren ship with a strange flag, and the square ship looked a little imposing, but it was smashed by this cannonball, but it looked like paper paste.

From the lookout, seeing that the ship was swallowed by the sea in an instant, many people on the sea were struggling in the sea like dumplings, crying, and finally most of them were buried at the bottom of the sea, Li Jinglong was stunned, and turned his head in disbelief: "This ...... Is this man's ship so fragile? ”

"Little grandfather, it's a ship cannon! It's our ship guns! "Those pro-soldiers who are used to seeing the world are already ecstatic." It's because of the sharpness of our guns! Precise and powerful...... Artifact, artifact! ”

"Little grandfather, we will win this battle! Hurry up and give the order to continue firing! The soldiers hurriedly reminded Li Jinglong.

(End of chapter)