When the gunfire in the city of Macau, Wu Jie and the others finally began to act, after having already cleared the sentry sailors around the pier, Wu Jie and their movements at this time were like a thunderous blow, approaching the few lonely sea ships on the pier.

The sound of gunfire and slashing in the city was already a little dull when it reached the docks, and if it weren't for the relative silence in the night, it would not be so easy to hear.

It wasn't until a battery on the city wall fired a bombardment of the city's exchanges that the sailors on the dock ships woke up. However, the sound of the shelling came a little late, and the sturdy special combat team members had already climbed onto the deck of the sea ship at this time, brandishing their swords and preparing to rush into the warehouse and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the foreign sailors.

After being approached, only a few of the savvy sailors in the barn had a chance to ignite the ammunition pressed in the chamber, and most of the rest were forced into brutal hand-to-hand combat.

Slashing and screaming unfolded between the narrow barn aisles, and the prepared special combat team members saw the blood with their knives, killing the sailors who were still a little drunk and retreating step by step, until there was no way to retreat, and they were blocked in front by the sailors who rushed up from behind, and resisted the attack of the enemy in front of them.

In the end, the best result is to be killed with a knife, and then die; And those who were lucky or unfortunate were wounded, when they fell to the ground and were dying, they had to endure the trampling of countless people above their heads, and finally died tragically at the feet of both sides.

The information of the Macao foreign guards was indeed accurate, and not only was the security lax, but even the sailors on the three seagoing ships were obviously insufficient, and they did not match the size of their seagoing ships at all.

The special combat team members, who had been prepared for a hard battle, had already advanced to the third layer of the sea ship without encountering a decent battle all the way. Not to mention these foreign sailors, they look tall and big, but when they really fight, they don't see anything outstanding, and their kung fu on their hands and feet is very loose.

If it weren't for the big difference in the internal structure of this foreigner ship and the Daming sea ship, I am afraid that the special combat team would have ended the battle faster. Until the first sea-going ship, which was also the largest sea-going ship, was completely in the hands of the special combat team, no one in the city of Macao, who had attracted all the attention of the Japanese, could not spare time to investigate the docks.

In more than half an hour, the three sea boats on the Macao pier completely fell into the hands of the special combat team, and when a team member reported to Wu Jie, who was standing on the largest sea boat, with a report of damage and the situation of the prisoners, the sky had already begun to glow with a hint of red light, and he could barely see the appearance of everyone in the blur!

"These trivial things, wait until we go to sea and then come to tell me, now you hurry up and give the order to go down, give everyone two quarters of an hour, and go to sea on time!" Wu Jie looked at the sky, with a bit of anxiety in his eyes, and the sound of fighting in the city had become more and more sparse: "At the same time, let the signalman send out fireworks to remind the soldiers in the city to retreat!" ”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three red fireworks shot into the sky seven or eight feet high, illuminating the rather dim sky like a red glow at sunset.

At this time, in the exchange in the city, Yamamoto and his party, who had fought and retreated, had lost nearly 30 men, and they were forced to the house of the exchange by the Franc robot musket team, relying on the stone buildings of the exchange to support them.

Although with the passage of time, more and more soldiers and sailors have been gathered, but it is very embarrassing that even if all the soldiers and strong sailors in the city are organized now, there are only about 200 people, and they want to fully suppress this group of murderers, but they are not enough.

The foreign officer who had just commanded the battle had already tried to send a team of fifty men into the exchange and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the thugs inside. Even with the advantage of numbers, the Franc machine man still didn't have enough to do tea, and he fled back through the back door of the exchange.

In the end, no one dared to go in and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the people inside, so they could only rely on the musket in their hands to suppress the fire.

The artillery on the head of the city was very powerful, but the destructive power and accuracy were really difficult to grasp, and after a few rounds of previous interviews, although some shells caused considerable damage to the exchange houses, those that missed the artillery hit the other buildings even more.

Therefore, at this time, the foreign commander was sending people to step up to lift more than 1,000 pounds of artillery from the wall, put it in front of the exchange warehouse, and bombarded it towards its back door, intending to bury this group of thugs directly inside.

When the three red fireworks on the horizon were raised, the alert and somewhat decadent foreigner commander shouted: "What's the situation, what's wrong with the dock?" ”

Immediately, as if suddenly I remembered, there were about 300 sailors stationed there on the three ships at the dock!

In fact, for thirty or forty years, there has been no war in the city of Macao, and once the battle is over, not only the soldiers do not know how to fight, but even these commanders are most likely panicked. At this time, the middle-level officers who stayed behind to command the battle were busy commanding the hundreds of people in their hands, and it was too late, where would they think that there were hundreds of sailors on the docks outside the city!

As for the high-ranking officials and merchants in the city, they have already been placed on the altar behind the church of St. Paul's, which is located on the top of Persimmon Mountain, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, so it is naturally safer.

Just as he was looking for someone to check on the situation on the dock, and was about to send some of the sailors from the dock into the city to help suppress the bandits, a soaking wet sailor ran over in fright and shouted: "There are hundreds of fanatic pirates on the dock, and the three warships docked at the dock, including the "Maria", have all fallen into the hands of the enemy!" ”

Hearing the sailor's shout, the commander almost fainted, but because the crisis had not passed at this time, he could only hold back his anger and worry, and squandered his anger on the group of turtles in the urn in front of him, hoping that by exterminating this group of bandits, he would be able to make meritorious contributions, otherwise it would be very tragic to wait for him afterwards.

At this time, Yamamoto and his party, who had suffered heavy losses and had lost more than half of the staff around them, were actually waiting for the signal from the dock. Even in Yamamoto's heart, there was a faint worry and regret, did this Hongtang people abandon them as bait, and directly snatched the sea boat and ran away.

But looking at the special operators who had been fighting with them all the time, he could only comfortingly bury this suspicion deep in his heart, looking forward to the arrival of the agreed signal.

Today is the third watch, are you happy?

(End of chapter)