Three or four miles away from the east of Macao, there are more than 700 Ming troops assembled here, but the formation is loose and loose, and the weapons are also uneven. It was Guangzhou that inspected the Haidao Stitan Division.

This inspector of the history of the sea road is responsible for controlling Australia and defending against the Japanese, and now that the imperial court is using troops against Australia, he has no choice but to lead the army here. When Jianyu invaded Fujing in the south, those officers who sat back and did not send reinforcements, and the blood was still in the vegetable market and was not washed clean, who would dare to make the same mistake again?

A soldier with a bird gun on his back looked at the dense cannons on the city's head, and said with palpitations: "I said, do we really want to fight Hongyi?" I get dizzy when I look at these cannons. ”

"No, I've been a soldier for so many years, and I've never been here to attack the city......"

"Say a few words!" The flag officer on the side frowned and reprimanded, "Since the Wanli Dynasty, His Royal Highness the Auxiliary King is still the first one who dares to drive Hongyi into the sea with a sword and a gun." You're all fucking fighting for Lao Tzu! ”

Seeing that his subordinates were silent, he said again: "According to the progress of the reform of the imperial army, when this battle is over, we will change to the police and live a stable life."

"Also, they all said that we are feints, and we are still afraid of eggs? Look at the Dragon Guard, that is the real hero who kills Hongyi with a cannon! ”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard three cannon shots from all around, followed by the beating of the snare drums behind them.

The flag officer immediately raised his sword and said loudly: "Hold on, follow me!" ”

With the sound of the snare drums, two other teams of more than 1,300 Dragon Guard soldiers each lined up in a scattered formation, attacking the city of Macao from the west and south directions at the same time as Di Tan's men and horses.

Since the city of Macau is only less than 70 zhang wide, there are only more than 1,000 people on each side, and it is also extremely dense, as if it is overwhelming.

López looked around with a telescope at the head of the city, and a faint smile could not help but rise to the corners of his mouth. These Orientals only knew that there were at least six soldiers at a distance of one yard with a desperate onslaught of men.

With such a dense formation, it only takes a few shots to kill more than half of them. And the rest of the Portuguese musketeers, who had their own well-trained musketeers, were afraid that a single shot could penetrate two or three people in the past.

He quickly made a disposition, dividing 400 of the 500 infantry into three formations, which were divided into three sides, east, west, and south. As for the north side, he also arranged for more than a hundred people, and there were more than a thousand Ming troops who did not show up, so of course he would not take it lightly.

He then said to the herald beside him: "Tell all the gunners that they must not fire until the enemy has approached a mile." ”

He said that one lorry was about six miles long. Judging from the effective range of two to three miles of artillery at the head of the city, this is an absolutely sure distance to hit.

"Yes, sir!"

Not long after the heralds parted ways, more than a dozen artillery guns suddenly roared.

Could it be that the enemy forces are approaching so quickly? López hurriedly raised his binoculars to check, and saw that the nearest Ming army was still three miles away.

He was furious and yelled at his adjutant, "I just said that I would wait until the enemy is close before firing the artillery!" Go and see which idiot broke the order! ”

"Yes!"

The adjutant had only taken two steps before he heard a series of cannon shots, and then a scout hurried to López and said, "Sir, the north side is ...... by enemy troops."

He was interrupted by the roar of artillery, and only when the buzzing in his ears faded before he continued: "Met by a salvo of enemy artillery, the speed of artillery fire is extremely fast! ”

As if to confirm his words, the sound of cannons was heard.

López couldn't help frowning, he could estimate the shelling just now without looking at his watch, at least twice as fast as normal!

But he quickly calmed down, and the enemy was only firing faster, most likely with breech-loading guns. The breech gun he was talking about was the Franc cannon, not the latch breech gun of later generations.

"Idiot! Why not fight back?! He yelled again. The range of the Franc cannon was extremely short, and if the Ming army attacked the city wall with the Franc cannon, they would be at least within half a mile.

"Report to the sir, the enemy is still far away......"

"Is there something wrong with your brain?" López pushed the scout away, ignoring the danger, and ran quickly towards the north side of the city.

When he arrived in the north of the city, he realized that the scout just now was not wrong. The artillery of the Ming army was still far away in a bush a mile away, but it was impossible to see how many there were under the smoke of gunpowder.

Suddenly, there were two muffled sounds, and López felt a tremor under his feet. He knew that it was a Ming artillery shell that hit the city wall.

"These stupid Orientals want to bombard this city with artillery?" López snorted coldly, "Back then, the British mobilized more than 20 heavy artillery, and they bombarded for more than half a month, but it didn't have much effect. The walls are thicker now than they were then! ”

But then, an iron ball struck the breastwork of the city, and immediately the stones and earth droplets scattered, and even several Portuguese soldiers were killed by the rubble. López's lieutenant was alarmed, hurriedly protected him behind him, and dragged him out of the city.

"Sir, are we going to fight back?" Subsequently, the artillery commander at the head of the city on the north side chased after him and asked.

"Fight back? Götzel, how do you say such stupid things? López spat out the dirt in his mouth, "The enemy is still a third of the way away, how many cannons do you need to fire to concentrate them?" ”

"This ......," said Getzel, "but we're just looking at it?" He looked at the soldier who had just been killed by the rubble, "Maybe they'll be blinded again." ”

López was stunned, and he didn't understand what tactics the Ming army was for a long time, and finally had to order: "Leave twenty people to monitor the enemy's movements, and the others leave the city." ”

"Yes, sir."

The artillery bombardment of the Ming army lasted for more than half an hour, and one of the shells even hit the cannon at the head of the city, overturning thousands of catties of copper cannons under the city.

However, the Ming army surrounded by the other three directions seemed to be timid, and always struggled three miles away from the city of Macao.

After a while, the Portuguese had become accustomed to the incessant roar of the cannons, and seeing that the enemy had no other movements, they gradually relaxed, and even began to chat between the cannon shots.

"Looks like they really want to knock down the walls." López looked at the map and smiled at the adjutant, "When they understand how strong our walls are, they will have to turn around and deal with the army of Guangxi......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to have found something, stood up suddenly, frowned, and said, "Asnar, did you hear ......?"

"The sound of horses' hooves, it's cavalry!" His lieutenant replied immediately.

"Crazy! These Orientals must be crazy! Actually besieged the city with cavalry? Although López said this, he did not dare to slack off, turned around and went up to the city again, took out his binoculars to observe.

I saw that in the thick smoke of artillery fire in the distance, the cavalry of the brigade was galloping towards Macao City from several directions.