During the naval battle, the Earl Anthony and the Bishop on the walls of Goa were all looking anxiously, but the result of the naval battle was completely beyond their expectations, just as they had destroyed the ships of the indigenous people again and again with their strong ships and guns. Now, the same fate has come to them again.

Amid the deafening sound of cannons, explosion smoke continued to rise from Portugal's warships, one after another, and several warships were even shattered in the violent explosions.

It took less than half an hour before and except for two Portuguese warships fleeing overseas, the other warships turned into fragments, with only floating corpses and residual wood chips on the sea, reminding people of the existence of this fleet.

"O my God!"

Once again, it was the Bishop's turn to bless the dead on the wall.

Of course, no one cares about the fate of those prisoners. After all, many of those prisoners were Indians who converted to Catholicism. They were dead or alive, and no one cares about them.

Of course, the Ming Dynasty was a civilized country and would never massacre prisoners of war. Moreover, for Pingguo, these prisoners were the best slaves, and Pingguo needed a large number of slaves.

Just as Pingguo's ship rescued the prisoners on the water, balls of cannon flames gushed out of the side of the fleet, and the white smoke instantly swallowed the entire fleet, and the thunder sounded on the sea.

The fleet fired!

No kindness, no hesitation.

The shells fired by those wine bottle cannons ranged from fifty or sixty kilograms to hundreds of kilograms. Hundreds of shells of different sizes flew towards Goa City. Because the distance was too far, the defenders of Goa City could only watch the Ming army's artillery attacks.

"God bless……"

While those Indian soldiers who converted to Catholicism were praying, shells falling from the sky hit their sides directly, and the violent explosion instantly devoured everything in the world.

Although the Portuguese were not unfamiliar with gunpowder weapons, and they had bombarded Indians with grenades more than once, this was the first time they had seen such a powerful grenade. The shells landed on the city wall not only exploded a huge ball of fireworks, but also exploded the thick stone slabs on the city wall. The scattered pieces and stones flew away in all directions, taking the lives of dozens of soldiers.

"Boom! Boom!..."

Accompanied by the sound of explosions, the orange-red flames rising when the shells exploded can always swallow up the creatures within dozens of meters around. Many soldiers were blown into pieces without even being rushed to avoid them.

The fragments of the limbs were blown into the air, and blood was sprinkled in the air. The blood turned into a mass of blood rain, landing on the earth from the sky and landing on people, making people scream and cry.

In the violent shelling, a shell directly hit the cross on the top of the cathedral. At the moment of its explosion, a ball of fiery red smoke not only shattered the cross, but also shattered the top of the church. The debris of bricks and tiles fell into the church, directly smashing the icons in the church, and the church was suddenly in chaos. Priests and monks were killed and injured.

"The pagans, they are all a group of cruel pagans who actually shelled God..."

Before the monk could finish scolding, another violent explosion occurred, and the glass window of the shockwave church turned into countless pieces. The glass fragments roared like countless flying knives. Some monks who were not anxious were directly pierced by the glass, and struggled with more breathing and less breathing in the pool of blood.

Faced with such a tragic situation, some monks could only kneel on the ground in despair and pray, while the fierce shelling continued at this time. The fleet at the sea not only bombarded the defenders on the city walls, but also sprinkled artillery fire into the city.

The shells weighing dozens of kilograms and hundreds of kilograms kept falling into the city, blowing the solid houses into ruins. The air in the streets was filled with the smell of choking smoke, and corpses were everywhere. Among the corpses, there were still living people crying and screaming in horror.

At this time, whether it was the Portuguese or the natives, they only had fear and fear of death.

In the eyes of many people, Goa has become a hell at this time, a hell shrouded by death. The shells falling from the sky are like the roar of the god of death, constantly falling on the ground, harvesting the lives around them. Such devastating shelling was something they had never seen before, and they didn't even know that the war could have been going on like this.

The city walls are still strong. In the fierce artillery fire, the city walls stand still in the smoke of gunpowder, but inside and outside the city walls have become slaughterhouses, and buildings full of European characteristics have become ruins. Many people hiding in the houses are even buried alive in the ruins.

The city has completely turned into a hell. For those high-ranking Portuguese, even though they avoided the shelling on their heads in the underground wine cellar, when the choking smoke poured in from outside the door, breathing the smell of gunpowder in the air, listening to the explosions around them, their expressions became more and more desperate.

A group of merchants walked to Governor Anthony, and the leading merchant suggested.

"Governor General, we may, maybe, should surrender..."

As soon as his words fell, the merchants around him immediately agreed.

"Yes, the Governor, the Ming people, at least civilized people, did not force the Portuguese in Colombo to change their faith or turn them into slaves."

"Yes, if we continue to fight like this, even if we keep Goa, Goa will be done. They will destroy everything here!"

"Governor General..."

For a time, there were lobbying around Count Anthony. These people were famous local merchants in Goa. Many of them had even come here a hundred years ago. Perhaps this was a colony, but they were also their hometown. What was destroyed in the war was their property. After the defeat, the governor patted his butt and left, but they were different. War would make them lose all their possessions.

Perhaps, at the beginning, they supported the war in order to preserve their property, but now, after realizing the gap between the two sides, they instinctively thought of surrender.

Surrender is not a big deal. You should know that many of them believed in the Tianfang Cult and lived under the rule of the Moors two hundred years ago. At that time, the Moors still occupied most of the Iberian Peninsula, including Portugal.

Their ancestors once surrendered to the Moors and converted to the Catholic religion. Later, after driving away the Moors, they changed back to Catholicism.

Now, it's just surrender.

No big deal.

Even changing faith is no big deal, as long as you can survive.

Not to mention that the merchants were pragmatic, even the Jesuit priests were extremely pragmatic. As a priest who once went to the Ming Dynasty to preach, among all, Cort knew the Ming Dynasty the best. Listening to the deafening explosion, he walked to the bishop and said softly.

"Sir, now, for us, surrender is the best choice."

"Surrender! If we surrender, those pagans will burn us..."

The bishop said stubbornly and horrified.

He knew very well what he did. Sometimes the reason why people resisted stubbornly is not necessarily because of courage, but because of fear, fear of being pursued for past actions. Why did these colonists take the lead when facing the attacks of the natives and swear to death? Isn’t it just that they are afraid of revenge!

"We burned so many people in the Inquisition, those pagans will definitely take revenge on us."

"Master Bishop, we are burning natives, not Ming people. What should we worry about? Ming people will not ask what kind of god we believe in. If we continue like this, there will be no one who survives Goa!"

When the bishop heard this, it seemed that there was a little reason. They were burning the natives, so what did it have to do with the Ming people? How could those Ming people avenge these natives?

Oh, I think too much, I think too much. It seems that this surrender can be surrendered. I should even surrender long ago.
Chapter completed!