Chapter 939: Rain of Bullets

"Boom boom boom..."

In Manila Bay, thirty sailing warships lined up.

After Zhao Xu's order was issued, the warships fired their guns, instantly pouring more than a thousand shells on the forts on the coast of Manila.

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

During the siege of Manila, Zhou Yi deliberately sent warships to test the maximum range of the enemy's forts.

The enemy's artillery ranges varied. Among the eighty-six forts, 70% of the artillery had a maximum range of two kilometers.

Thirty percent of the artillery had a range of three kilometers, but within a distance of two kilometers, it could not cause much damage to the warships.

So, he decided to let the warships fire at a position of two kilometers.

Since it can be fired without any damage, there is no need to take risks.

As for why the Portuguese artillery had this situation.

He believed that most of the forts in Manila were old artillery.

Because the natives in the colony could not make muskets and artillery, the flintlocks from one or two hundred years ago were enough to deal with it.

Therefore, the colonists lacked the power to replace their muskets and artillery.

And the artillery with a maximum range of three kilometers was probably brought with the supporting navy.

But obviously there were not enough.

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

Zhao Xu smiled, "I have seen everything in the market. It's not decent to be timid on the battlefield. It doesn't matter."

After that, he looked through the telescope and saw that the Manila coast in front was instantly covered by the flames born from the explosion of the shells.

He even saw that some Portuguese soldiers were swept into the sky by the shock wave of the explosion.

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

The firepower of the warships was envied by the army generals such as Chang Wei.

These warships were artillery positions on the sea.

Especially since they were using shrapnel shells.

As long as one shell hits the fort, at least half of the soldiers on the other side's fort will die.

"After ten rounds, we can land." Zhao Xu muttered.

Ten rounds means tens of thousands of shells. Even if the Portuguese shells are made of iron, they will almost all be blown to pieces.

At the same time.

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

"They abandoned us, these sons of bitches."

"God, let them all go to hell."

"..."

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

Standing in the trench, Ferrero can see the situation on the coast through a telescope.

He saw the great power of the Dasong naval guns at the first time.

So many shells exploded continuously, and the ground under his feet jumped up and down like a spring bed.

He and the Portuguese soldiers in the trench opened their mouths in surprise.

They had never seen such a scene before.

The countless flames in this picture were extremely dazzling, but they brought them deep fear.

In an instant, most of the Portuguese soldiers in the artillery were killed or wounded.

If these shells fell into the trenches, he couldn't imagine it.

"This, this, what kind of monster is this?" Ferrero's forehead was full of sweat beads as big as beans.

He came from the army and had participated in wars.

Now, he can be sure of one thing.

This war will be the cruelest war in his life.

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

Just when Ferrero was in shock, there was suddenly a dense sound of gunfire and explosions in the north.

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

"Governor, a Dasong army of more than 20,000 people suddenly appeared on the north side. They have entered the city of Manila and are coming towards the fortifications."

At this moment, a Portuguese soldier came on horseback, his face pale.

"What! Isn't there only a small number of Dasong troops in the north?" Ferrero's heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible force, making him almost faint.

Since the Dasong army occupied Bambu, more than 2,000 Dasong troops have been active in the north of Manila, attacking cities in the north.

In a short period of 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 intelligence from the north.

"This..." The Portuguese cavalry could not answer Ferrero's doubts.

"Valenza, you immediately lead 8,000 Portuguese soldiers and 50,000 native troops to annihilate this Dasong army." Ferrero shouted to the officer beside him.

Once Manila fell, they would be trapped on the coast.

The officer saluted Ferrero and then gave orders to his officers.

Many Portuguese soldiers climbed out of the trenches and headed for Manila.

At the same time, a group of native troops, a small number of whom were holding flintlock rifles and most of whom were holding swords, also left.

"God bless Valenza to stop the Dasong army." Ferrero looked solemn.

Since the British Tianzhu Arsenal imitated the Dasong muzzle-loading rifle.

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

However, due to limited production, they have only received 12,000 rifles so far.

This number is not enough to replace the Portuguese soldiers, not to mention the indigenous troops under their command.

But in general, the Portuguese’s combat effectiveness has indeed increased a lot because of the rifles.

At the moment, he had no support, and the only thing he could count on was this musket.

"Boom boom boom..."

As he was thinking, the warship on the sea fired another round of shells.

Then came the third round, the fourth round, and until the tenth round.

Just after the tenth round, the warship on the sea suddenly moved forward.

It stopped five hundred meters from the coast and lined up again.

Seeing this scene, Ferrero was cold all over.

Sure enough, it was just as he expected.

There was a flash of fire on the sea again, and then countless shells fell like raindrops on the trench position a mile away from the coast.

"Boom boom boom..."

The shells exploded in the trench position, deafening, and splashed dust all over the sky.

After the explosion, blood rain fell from the sky, and there were also limbs falling all over the ground.

Screams also filled the entire trench position.

Ferrero leaned against the wall of the trench, his lips trembling, and his heart was filled with hatred again.

The Dasong people in Luzon were nothing but lowly pigs in his hands.

As long as these pigs did not satisfy him, he could always create a massacre to punish them.

Now, he was being attacked by these pigs.

The huge contrast made him not only feel fear, but also a sense of humiliation from the heart.

So, after extreme fear, he suddenly fell into extreme madness. He looked at the sea, his pupils dilated, and roared, "Land, land quickly, how long are you going to wait, let me chop you into meat sauce one by one."