At Zhu Haitao's order, thousands of soldiers from the main force of the First Division landed forcibly on the sea in thick fog.

At the same time, the artillery fire on the warships was extended to cover the entire city as much as possible, so that these Moroes could taste the taste of shells.

Zhu Haitao did not go into battle personally, but asked his officers to operate. In fact, there was no magical combat plan, just surrounded all sides, divided and annihilated, and fought quickly and did not allow one person to escape.

This time the army no longer has to be afraid of being injured by accident. In their eyes, everyone in this city can be said to be a fortune because the people here are destined to become slaves. According to the plan, these people will be assigned to each soldier who joins the army to go home and become slaves. After these people die, the ashes will be made into bone porcelain to allow them to play their final value.

The army of the city of Polo had already been in chaos. The nobles who commanded them had already suffered heavy casualties and suffered heavy casualties in the shelling before landing, and had lost the power of established combat. They ran around like headless flies, but had nowhere to go.

Nasser's only son, Muruk, was a brave figure. He successfully rushed out of the encirclement in chaos with a few martial arts guards, came to the beach, and left in a boat.

Under Zhu Haitao's prior planning, the main force of the First Division was broken into pieces, attacking from the periphery of Dipolo City, and occasionally driving with mortars.

In fact, the army of the Majingdanau Sultanate is not all full of swords and spears. The army in the capital is equipped with many mesh guns, which were purchased from foreigners in the early years or made by themselves. However, because of the long-term eternal period, their gunpowder has long been tide and cannot be used. Therefore, when facing the first rifle in the hands of the First Division, there are often consequences of silence or even explosions. As a result, they are either injured by their own guns or killed by the rifles in the hands of the First Division soldiers.

In the evening, the entire city of Dipolo was completely conquered.

"Control, all the troops in Dipolo City have been eliminated by our army, and they have no power to resist." An officer boarded the warship where Zhu Haitao was located and reported to him about the situation underground.

"Okay! Take me to their palace to check it out!" Zhu Haitao said, and then he followed the officers leading the way to the palace of the Sultan of the Sultan of Makindanao in the Tipolos.

At this time, the palace was subjected to intensive shelling and many buildings had been completely destroyed. Zhu Haitao seemed very happy to see these Arab-style buildings blown into ruins.

"Has their Sultan caught it? Has anyone escaped?" Zhu Haitao asked.

"According to the few prisoners, their sultans had a meeting with the ministers in the largest palace there before the shelling. The ministers had just come out and our shells came. Maybe their sultans had been blown into minced meat." One of the officers pointed to the ruins of the largest palace in the distance and said.

Zhu Haitao looked over there and found that this place had been beyond recognition. The palace had been smashed to pieces by multiple heavy shells. If there were anyone inside, he would probably not be able to escape the bad luck.

He led the officers over and found that the roads smashed by shells were covered with large pits and many spots of blood, like blood clots, which were very tragic.

"These are the bloodstains of the ministers after being hit by shells. This situation also occurs elsewhere." An officer told Zhu Haitao about this situation.

Zhu Haitao nodded and walked around, but could not see the trace of the Sultan. No one saw the trace of the Sultan Nasser. His seat in the palace was also destroyed. Maybe this person was really hit by a shell, Zhu Haitao thought so.

Just as he was about to leave, an officer hurriedly went to Zhu Haitao and reported to him: "The rule is not good! The son of Sultan Nasser, Muruk, took his guard to break through our siege during the shelling today and took a boat to sea!"

"What? Do you know where he went to sea?" Zhu Haitao asked a little surprised by the news.

"It should be to the south!" said the officer.

"South? The south is our controlled area!" Zhu Haitao was a little surprised. What does this Muruk mean? He didn't know that Zamboanga in the south was occupied by him? There was even more dangerous than here!

Many officers were also puzzled. What does this Muruk mean? Why don’t you run north but instead take a boat to the south?

"Region, he didn't want to go to the Sulu Sultanate for help, right?" an officer reminded.

"Sullu Sultanate? This is possible." Zhu Haitao thought about it and felt that there was such a possibility.

Although these sultan countries have many conflicts, they have the same language and species, and believe in the same religion. Faced with their own powerful heresy, they may feel sad about the death of rabbits and the possibility of unity between them has always existed.

"In this way, eight of the ten Xia-class warships were drawn, leaving two to guard against the Spaniards' possible attack in the north. If there was a situation, immediately use the kite tactics we trained, use the long range of artillery to attack them, and escape as soon as possible. The other eight ships, follow me to Holo Island, and we will meet the Sulu Sultanate." Zhu Haitao made the arrangement.

"What about our army here?" asked an officer.

"The main force of the First Division is temporarily stationed here, establishing concentration camps, and concentrating all the natives here are all detained. These people will become our slaves in the future and attack outside and occupy more territory. Don't worry, our courage, tactics and weapons are much stronger than these incompetent Moroes. We can beat them ten of them and have more surplus. Try to meet Tieniu and the others. When I head south to Holo Island, I will also contact Zamboyan City to let them complete the training as soon as possible and attack north at the same time." Zhu Haitao said.

He didn't have much concern about land warfare. The only thing was the logistics supply line. Now, these troop transport ships had to continue to travel between Fengtian Prefecture, Zamboangao and Dipolo City before loading and unloading the soldiers. Fortunately, several sultanate countries on Mindanao Island were weak countries and did not require strong firepower to conquer and eliminate them. Therefore, the pressure on logistics was not very large.

However, in the future, if you want to start a war with foreigners, it may have to be a protracted war for several years or even more than ten years. This will have a great requirement for industry, so the shipbuilding industry must be strengthened to continue to be strong.
Chapter completed!