"Boom boom boom..."

In Manila Bay, thirty sail warships lined up.

After Zhao Xu's order was issued, the warships fired together and instantly poured more than a thousand shells on the fortress on the Manila coast.

At this moment, they were about four miles away from the coast.

During the siege of Manila, Zhou Yi deliberately sent a battleship to test the maximum range of the opponent's turret.

The opponent's gun ranges are different. Among the eighty-six turrets, the maximum range of 70% of the guns is two thousand meters.

30% of the artillery's range is 3,000 meters, but within a distance of 2,000 meters, it cannot cause too much damage to the warship.

So he decided to let the warships launch shelling at a distance of two thousand meters.

Since there is no damage to the shelling, there is no need to take risks.

As for why this happens to the artillery of the Flang machine.

He believes that most of Manila's turrets are old artillery.

Because the indigenous people in the colonies did not make muskets and cannons, the flintlock gun a hundred or two hundred years ago was enough to deal with it.

Therefore, the colonists had insufficient motivation to change muskets and cannons.

The three-kilometer maximum range cannon is probably coming with the support navy.

But obviously there is not enough quantity.

"Your Highness should be careful, and occasionally solid bullets will fly over." A shell landed on the sea in front of the deck, smashing water splashes more than ten meters high. Zhou Yi tactfully reminded.

Zhao Xu smiled, "I have never seen anything on the market. I have been timid on the battlefield. It doesn't matter what kind of decent things are."

After saying that, through the telescope, he saw that the Manila coast on the front was instantly covered by the flames of the bomb explosion.

He even saw the Florian soldiers being swept into the sky by the explosion.

Under this wave of shelling, the counterattack of the turret on the coast was immediately extinguished by more than half.

The firepower of the warship is that Chang Wei and other army generals are also very envious.

These warships are artillery positions at sea.

Especially when they use flowering bullets.

As long as one shell hits the turret, at least half of the soldiers on the turret will die.

"You can log in after playing ten rounds." Zhao Xu murmured.

Ten rounds covered tens of thousands of shells, and even if the shells of the Flang Jimen were shot, they were almost all blown up.

at the same time.

Unlike Zhao Xu's indifference, Luzon Governor Ferrero was constantly cursing the Western-Turkish coalition forces in deep fear.

"They abandoned us, this group of bitches."

"God, let them all go to hell."

“…”

Because the terrain of the coast always goes from low to high.

Ferrero stood in the trench and could see the coast through a telescope.

At the first moment, he saw the great power of the Dasong naval cannon.

With so many shells exploding continuously, the ground beneath his feet jumped up and down like a spring bed.

He and the Folangji soldiers in the trench grew their mouths in surprise.

They have never seen such a picture.

The countless flames in this picture are particularly dazzling, but they bring deep fear.

In an instant, most of the Flangji soldiers in the fort were injured and killed.

He could not imagine if these shells fell into the trenches.

"This, this, what kind of monster is this?" Ferrero's forehead was covered with beans sweat beads.

He comes from the army and has participated in wars.

Now, he can confirm one thing.

This battle will be the cruelest war in his life.

"Bang bang bang bang...bang bang..."

Just as Ferrero was shocked, there were suddenly dense gunfire and explosions coming from the north.

This explosion sounds very light, not the sound of artillery.

"Governor General, a Dasong army with more than 20,000 people suddenly appeared on the north side. They had already attacked Manila City and were coming to the fortifications."

At this moment, a soldier of Florence came on a horse, looking pale.

"What! Isn't there only a small number of Da Song troops in the north?" Ferrero's heart seemed to be pinched by invisible force, causing him to almost convulse.

After the Dasong army occupied Bangbu, more than 2,000 Dasong troops were active in the north of Manila and attacked northern cities.

In a very short time, these cities fell one after another.

After that, he lost control of the north.

At the same time, because the sea route was cut off by the Dasong Navy and the land route was not smooth, he could no longer obtain information from the north.

"This..." The Ferron Cavalry could not answer Ferrero's doubts.

"Balence, you immediately lead 8,000 Florian soldiers and 50,000 indigenous troops to annihilate this Dasong army." Ferrero yelled at the officer beside him.

Once Manila City was lost, they were trapped on the shore.

The officer bowed to Ferrero and immediately issued an order to the officers under his command.

Many Ferlang soldiers climbed out of the trench and headed towards Manila.

At the same time, a small group of indigenous troops holding flintlock rifles and most of the swords also left.

"God bless Valenza to block the army of Dasong." Ferrero's face was solemn.

Since the British Indian Arsenal has imitated the Dasong front-mounted rifled gun.

According to the agreement, they also obtained the musket from the British.

However, due to limited production, they have only obtained 12,000 rifled guns so far.

This number is not enough to replace the soldiers of the Folangji, let alone the indigenous troops under their command.

But in general, the combat effectiveness of the Flang machine has indeed increased a lot due to the rifled rifle.

At the moment, he has no support, and the only thing he can count on is this musket.

"Boom boom boom..."

He was thinking that the warships on the sea shot another round of shells.

Then there is the third round, the fourth round, and until the tenth round.

Just after the tenth round, the warships on the sea suddenly drove forward.

Stopped five hundred meters from the coast and re-arranged in a row.

Seeing this scene, Ferrero was cold all over.

Sure enough, just as he expected.

Fire flashed again on the sea surface, and then countless shells fell on the trench positions one mile away from the coast like raindrops.

"Boom boom boom..."

The shells exploded on the trench positions, deafening and splashed dust.

The explosion ended, blood rain fell from the sky, and all the miserable limbs on the ground fell.

Screams also filled the entire trench position.

Ferrero leaned against the wall of the trench, his lips trembled, and he felt anxious again.

The Dasong people of Luzon are just lowly pigs under their command.

As long as these pig tricks make him dissatisfied, he can create a massacre at any time to punish them.

Now, he is being attacked by these pig tricks.

The huge contrast made him not only feel fear, but also felt humiliated from his heart.

So, after extreme fear, he suddenly fell into extreme madness. He looked at the sea, his pupils dilated, and shouted, "Login, log in quickly, when will you wait until you can let me chop you all into meat sauce."
Chapter completed!