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chapter eight hundred and seventy.

Sima Fayun: Fifty miles to compete for profit, you will definitely win the general!

This sentence is not comprehensive. If we do not have this adventurous spirit, how could one colonial power after another appear? But from one side, this sentence reflects the danger of the Lao Shi expedition! Moreover, this Battle of Manila is not in line with the way of merchants. Only kings, politicians and outlaws will make such a desperate bet. A successful businessman has always known not to put eggs in the same basket to avoid risks.

And the result, in the best interests of the Dutch East India Company, is not to fight to the death with the Ming Dynasty, but to force the warlike emperor back to the negotiating table under the premise of conquering Great Britain and preventing the Ming Dynasty from interfering in European affairs, to curb the endless expansion of the Ming Dynasty! After all, do you still have to do business!

In Curt's view, the best strategy now is to withdraw from the solid city of Manila, to break the coalition into pieces, and to disperse it, hunt the Ming Dynasty's merchant ships on the entire Southeast Asian sea and destroy the Ming Dynasty's commercial operations. The Ming Dynasty can build the same sea ship with more accurate and heavier cannons, but the navigation technology cannot be cultivated in more than ten years. This is the advantage of their old or emerging colonial empires. Mau Jue is most willing to see a large-scale naval battle under the nose of Da Ming!

However, it was not the merchants who dominated the war. Looking at the old friend Curt looking at him, the current commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, Marquis Michelgen, the famous Dutch sea war god, shook his head with great difficulty.

This is the truth, but when it comes to politics, we cannot consider it like this.

Unlike the unified Ming Dynasty, the West is not like the broad Christian faith, but under the sharp conflicts of interest between countries, big and small.

Take Prince Conde on the opposite side for example. France is a real Catholic country and does not have the same faith as the Dutch! During the Thirty Years War, it was entirely because of France's intention to compete with Spain for hegemony and fight against the infiltration of the Habsburg family, so that they joined the Protestant Alliance, and everyone was not the same.

At this time, under the leadership of France, under the leadership of its famous sage prime minister Richelieu in history, it also reached its peak. When Britain was carrying out the bourgeois revolution, France reversed the centralization, and now it is ambitious to compete for overseas interests.

If Mao Jue hadn't hooked up the British in this time and space, posed a threat to all Western colonial powers, France would have stood opposite the battlefield of the Netherlands.

This maritime crusade was initiated by the Dutch. It finally gathered on the Asian sea surface. It had just encountered some difficulties. As the host, it clamored to part ways. How did ambitions like France view the Netherlands?

Once the people's hearts disperse, they are all secondary, and they cannot fight against the huge Ming Empire. Perhaps when they return to Europe, France will attack the "weak" Netherlands!

However, the famous general was a famous general after all. Amid the noise, he suddenly knocked heavily on the table.

"Gentlemen!"

It was too difficult to calm a group of guys who couldn't even reach the same dish as the banquet appetizer, so he didn't expect them to be able to cooperate and shouted in a thick voice.

"The Pope has given us the holy cross and the flag of war to attack the pagan kingdom and bring the glory of God to this land of unbeliever. With such a little setback, God's people naturally cannot retreat!"

"So, I have a new proposal!"

The powerful and powerful people who were still arguing there finally calmed down, but they held the wine glass and stared at him like a lunatic chicken. The look was like looking at a madman.

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On the morning of the next day, when the rich sea fog was still lingering in the quiet Pacific Ocean, the outlines of the giants slowly revealed dark shadows like eternal beasts.

This point was really a bit too early. Even Ming Jun was a little unresponsive. He even took a toothbrush to brush his teeth with green salt. Suddenly, he sprayed out the brushing water, and then ran down from the corner tower with several holes that were punched out, and the observation whistle started to scream shrillly.

"Enemy attack!"

Chen Xinghua threw away the soy milk fried dough sticks from the morning and ran into the Overlord Cannon Castle quickly. He held the telescope and looked at the sea level. But immediately, his brows couldn't help twisting into two bumps.

The rich sea fog covered the sea strongly, and in the haze, you could only see the warships slipping around like whales. This is indeed not good news for the Ming army, which relies on the accuracy of heavy artillery.

If it really doesn't work, you can only cast a net in the sky. Just hold on for about an hour and hold on until the sun rises and drys the sea fog, and the battle will return to the same pattern as yesterday.

However, the most unpredictable and unpredictable thing is war! Just as Chen Xinghua frowned and was thinking about the strategy of war, suddenly, a salty and fishy sea breeze suddenly rushed towards him, and the rich sea fog in front of him separated to both sides. The next second, the first regiment, who had fought with the Tartar cavalry and thousands of troops, could not help but glared in disbelief.

Buzz ~ bang!

It seemed that the fortresses leaning against the sea were trembling violently. Under the huge push of the sails, the sharp bottom of the ship rubbed violently with the reefs. Even the hardest oak boards were like dry instant noodles and cracked all over the ground. Huge holes appeared at the bottom of the ship. As Mars splashed, the heavy metal hit corners stuck tightly on the rough cement city wall. Taking advantage of the rising tide, a Dutch main battleship regarded itself as a siege tower, and rushed to the fortress with a destruction boat.

This move was too reckless, even Chen Xinghua didn't even react for a moment. Until the upward bow of the ship, wearing a round iron helmet, a red battle robe on the outside, and a bra on the inside, the French Army shouted Long Live the King and rushed to the top of the city, he was as angry as if he had woken up from his dream, and pulled out his command knife and roared in anger.

"Come on the fight and drive these ghost guys into the sea!"

He was really caught off guard. Before the recent soldiers carrying shells could react, they had already been knocked to the ground by the French long sword wheel. As soon as he rushed out of the Overlord Cannon Fortress, Chen Xinghua, who was angry, just ran into a few reckless people, was stunned. He was slashed directly at the face.

However, the scene that made him embarrassed actually made a sound. The angry sword was hung out of his hat by the yellow hair at the front. The boy who felt a little sissy was holding it with a very slender sword with a particularly slender body. Then his sword body dragged the command knife that he had no time to withdraw, and then the sword body stabbed Chen Xinghua's chest again in a flash.

Seeing that this little French nobleman almost became the protagonist of this chapter, Chen Xinghua, who opened the empty door, had a heart-warming sound. A shot suddenly sounded behind Chen Xinghua's back, and directly opened a hole in his ornate chest.

Although the French army in this era has begun to equip firearms on a large scale, cold weapons are actually dominated by the war. The most classic image of the French army in this era is "Three Musketeers" written by Dumas. Although it is called Musketeers, D'Artagnan has used swords much more time than when using guns.

Chen Xinghua, who suffered a great loss, simply stopped fighting and took a step back. He suddenly waved his sword forward and grabbed the gun and drilled out of the cannon fort. He had subconsciously squatted in the front row and formed a gun in the back row. The first regiment of soldiers who formed an array of guns suddenly pulled the trigger with the blade. After the gunshots were shot like a bean-like gun, more than a dozen French troops holding thin swords or holding Western halberds in both hands were directly knocked over to the ground.

The Ming army has no knight spirit. They are facing you. As more and more soldiers rushed out of the artillery fort, the dense bullets from all directions pushed the French army, which had just been full of momentum, back to the bow of the ship. Finally, they took out the musket and followed the Ming army surrounding them to shoot.

But even so, Chen Xinghua's strategic downturn could not be saved. In the intensive gunfight, the sound of water splashes suddenly sounded again, and the wood rubbed against the hard and sharp reefs. In the sour sound, the second Dutch warship rushed to the mudflats, and the French army with long halberds rushed up fiercely from another direction.

Moreover, in the gradually fading sea fog, several Western main warships fiercely bulged their sails and rushed towards Qianhai Fortress with all their might. In a series of huge collisions, they took advantage of the highest tide and directly hit the fortress.

No wonder Chen Xinghua was caught off guard. Such war machines that cost hundreds of thousands of taels, took years of labor, and launched suicide attacks. Not to mention China, even on the continent, are unprecedented! No wonder the French and Spanish aristocrats looked like crazy.

However, this move is also useful. The biggest advantage of the fleet's long-distance raid is that it is sudden. When the enemy is not prepared enough, it has already taken the strategic location in its hands. But once it cannot get the hand in a short time and the war will be a protracted disaster, it will become an absolute disaster for the raid side. Therefore, the Western fleet with a large population is also racing against time!

Yesterday's artillery battle has proved that Western artillery could not be destroyed in a short period of time, allowing the fleet to break into the inner bay, and the heavy artillery of the Ming army would also suffer heavy losses. Since this is the case, why bother to bear casualties and waste time?

This is also the difference between famous generals and mediocre generals. Fighter planes are fleeting. Even if fighter planes come, mediocre generals can only watch the loss. Famous generals are brave and dare to put all their wealth on the battlefield like a gambler!

It is precisely because of this decisiveness that the famous Dutch general Michel Adriensong de Reitt pushed the small country of the Netherlands to the peak of the world in the Thirty Years' War, the most chaotic European country, and also suppressed Britain, which had just completed the capitalist revolution.

Even if the enemy country admired his reputation, even more than a hundred years later, the famous British naval general Nelson borrowed part of his naval warfare ideas.

So, it is not unfair to Chen Xinghua lose to him.

Even with his opponent, Chen Xinghua grew up a little. He looked around and looked at thousands of Western mercenaries carrying muskets and axes, rushing up the city walls frantically. He even started to work with his command in the aisle of the city, his eyes were on fire, but he saw another Western ship roaring into his fortress like a Viking pirate, and he didn't even dare to have any more than that. He shouted anxiously.

"The first regiment! Retreat!!!"

More than a dozen soldiers set fires everywhere in the fortress. With the cover of thick smoke, hundreds of fort guards hurriedly threw down their cannons and jumped on the large boat anchored in the Hougang Bay. On the other end, the tower at the highest eastern end of the fortress was located at the tidal flats. Facing the black and black flag hanging high in the morning sun, it was also chopped by the excited wheel knife of a French nobleman and fell down with a bang.
Chapter completed!
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