It's simply hell on earth!

When the carriage full of wounded people came, the Portuguese inside and outside the castle had such thoughts in their minds that these wounded people were creatures who escaped by chance from hell.

The horses brought hundreds of wounded people over. As the carriage was driving, the air was filled with a stench of rotten corpses, which was the smell of rotten wounds.

Every wounded man was filled with such a stench, and the smell was disgusting.

When these wounded men got off the bus, they would moan in pain and even let out a terrible howl. The blood dyed their clothes and bandages red, and their faces red. Their faces were covered with dry blood scars, and their faces and bandages were covered with flies.

After these seemingly dying wounded men entered the castle, the air was immediately filled with disgusting stench. Everyone couldn't help but cover their noses.

"My God, don't they know to throw these black and natives into the sea to feed fish? These damn guys will definitely not survive."

Risle couldn't help but complain that many of the wounded were black and natives, and their common identities were slaves.

These slaves were seriously injured, so there was no need to save them. If they threw them directly into the sea, they would solve the problem and treat them?

It's just a waste of money.

Just as Risle was complaining, the wounded men who seemed to be moaning and screaming looked at the fortress and the soldiers around them. While people were not paying attention, they were still discussing something, but their voices were very soft, all covered by screams and moans.

Just as the priests and nuns came to check their injuries, some of the wounded men accidentally moved towards the nearby guards, and no one noticed them.

"What a bunch of poor guys."

Enduring the stench in the air, the soldiers looked at the wounded and couldn't help but sympathize with them. What did these guys go through?

Here, two sailors with crutches walked up to him.

"Brother, borrow a fire."

What?

This mixed-race native white man looked at this bloody guy in confusion. What was he talking about?

At this moment, he felt a tingling sensation on his chest, and he didn't even scream in a hurry, and he fell down softly.

The same scene was staged in front of several other Portuguese guards, and when they took action, a wounded man who looked like a European shouted.

"Kill the city wall and kill them all!"

What he said was...Fujian dialect!

With his shouts, the wounded, who seemed dying, suddenly jumped up like a resounding look, took out a revolver and dagger from his waist, and rushed towards the nearby Portuguese soldiers.

Suddenly, the gunshots made the fortress lively. Many Portuguese soldiers were knocked to the ground by pistols without even figuring out what was going on. The wounded men with stenched foul smell would be like a group of deaths rushing out of hell, wantonly reaping the lives of the Portuguese with revolver guns.

"Damn, who are they!"

Risle screamed in surprise.

These people are obviously Portugal... they are obviously Europeans, and there are blacks. What's wrong with them? Did they betray Portugal?

There is betrayal there!

Originally, the Zheng family army was an "international legion". In addition to the Japanese and Koreans, there were also many Europeans and blacks, Portuguese, Spanish and Dutch, who were the most common mercenaries in their army.

Later, there were Europeans, Japanese and blacks in the foreign corps of the Ming army, and many Europeans and blacks in Zheng Zhilong's private guards. In fact, the Ming generals always liked to use blacks as guards because they were simple-minded and would never question orders. They were the best cannon fodder. Even during the Battle of Wanli Korea, generals used blacks to guard them.

These Europeans, blacks who pretended to be wounded, were Zheng Zhilong's private guards. As a minister, he retained a private guard of more than 500 people. They were all slaves of the Zheng family and went to war. Of course, he brought these people with him. After Xiao Meim ordered the surrender, Zheng Zhilong thought of opening the Malacca Castle.

As a result, hundreds of European and black slaves pretended to be "Portuguese wounded". Even if they were vigilant, they would not notice these wounded people emitting foul smell.

Then give each of them a revolver. Even if there are thousands of defenders in the fortress, they may not be their opponent.

Indeed, just as Zheng Zhilong expected, facing these Ming troops holding short guns, the Portuguese did not even have the strength to fight back. Although the bastion seemed indestructible, the strongest fortress was often conquered from the inside. These Zheng family servants who pretended to be wounded and entered the fortress easily destroyed the Portuguese defense. Although Portugal's resistance was also very firm, the flintlock rifle and long sword could not resist the six-sounding revolver.

Soon, the resistance in the fortress was disintegrated.

Faced with the enemy who was coming, Governor Risle immediately started to organize a counterattack after his initial shock. However, before his order was issued, two European-looking enemies rushed over. As soon as they rushed into the house, they shot down two soldiers one by one.

"Fernando, their muskets are empty, hurry up, drive them out!"

As soon as Risle's words fell, Captain Fernando took his sword and rushed towards the attacking enemy.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Captain Fernando fell to the ground with a scream. As soon as the other soldiers raised their flintlock rifles, the gunshots started to sound again.

Amid the continuous gunfire, more than a dozen guards beside him were beaten to five or six consecutively.

They didn't even come and fired.

His eyes widened in horror, and Risle's eyes were full of confusion. How could their guns be fired continuously?

But at this moment, he could not think, and when he saw the enemy pointing his gun at him, Risle immediately made a wise choice.

"We surrender, we surrender, don't shoot, don't shoot..."

He shouted loudly, his eyes staring at the short guns that could be fired continuously in the hands of these guys.

This kind of musket is really scary, it can actually fire several shots. This is simply incredible. When did the Ming Dynasty's firearms become so powerful?

It seems that the Dutch said that their muskets are very powerful, but how could they fire that? Everything completely subverted Risle's imagination.

What can I do when facing such a powerful weapon?
Chapter completed!