The early morning mist wet the cotton-cut short clothes, and everyone stepped on the slightly cool dew to enter the battlefield and unfolded their formation.

On the other side of this battle, the Newport people of the Siraya tribe did not realize that they had become prey, but just looked at the strange "Madou people" with their eyes full of horror and hostility.

"go ahead!"

After changing into local clothes, Wang Jiakang felt a little uncomfortable, and even felt a little uncomfortable when carrying a gun and a sword.

He issued an order, and as the drum sounded, the square slowly pressed forward.

Because the expansion surface is not enough, the square formation at this time is like a rectangle standing up, with the frontal firepower less than the firepower surface of the two wings, which can also effectively prevent the Newport people from sneak attacking the other formation from the flanks.

"Aim! Shoot~Shoot!"

The square formation soon encountered resistance. A team of Newport soldiers holding short spears and bamboo guns rushed out, issued a war cry from ancient times, and launched an attack on the First Army's advance battalion.

The sound of uniform guns sounded, and the soldiers of the advance troops were immersed in the white smoke, and the indigenous people in front of them fell in large numbers. The survivors who escaped the disaster turned around and ran away, but what awaited them was the second row of volleys.

“Promote.”

Wang Jiakang found it boring.

These local people did not have iron armor, and the range of bows and arrows was within thirty steps. Ming soldiers could easily shoot at a distance of fifty steps, harvesting the scattered soldiers on the opposite side in pieces.

This is not war, this is massacre.

Wang Jiakang looked at the village getting closer and closer, and the smoke from the morning cooking stove was gradually becoming clear from the thick fog. Some early-awaited children were already running outside, making high and sharp voices.

The Madou people following the Ming army were excited and shouted loudly, hoping to rush to the front of the Ming army. They put on the vine-wood armor of the Ming Dynasty Equipment Inspection Department and the standard long sword forged from the assembly line. The combat power increased greatly, and they especially hoped to use the heads of the enemy to test the sharpness of the long sword.

Wang Jiakang saw a group of people without formation and command yelling slogans that they didn't understand and rushed towards the formation. Grassroots officers who strictly followed Cao Dian's handling of the situation all ordered the shooting, but they still defeated the charge in two rounds of volleys, and did not even allow them to rush into the range of the bow and arrow.

"Tiger squatted cannon." Wang Jiakang calmly sent the order, as if he was meeting an acquaintance on the road and greeted him.

The tiger squat cannon was quickly placed in front of the formation. The target was the houses built by bamboo.

The indigenous houses with bamboo as the main body cannot resist the bombardment of tiger squatting cannons.

Although the tiger squat cannon is not powerful and has a short range, it is only used when preventing enemy cavalry from rushing to the formation, it is very convenient to demolish these houses now.

With the collapse of the bamboo house, the Madou people could no longer help but follow behind to watch the battle. They rushed into the village of the Xingang people, killing everyone they saw, and never let go of men, women, young and old.

The staff officer held the telescope and finally couldn't stand it anymore. He walked to Wang Jiakang: "Sir, this kind of massacre... is not what my Ming soldiers should do."

"We didn't do it." Wang Jiakang did not hide his disgust: "It was these fanzis who did it."

There are probably not many enemies on the battlefield, and it is not incomprehensible to say that killing people is a way to eliminate them. However, treating killing as an entertainment and a grand event is beyond the moral bottom line of the Ming army soldiers.

"Go and tell them," Wang Jiakang finally couldn't help but get through the news, "These people, regardless of gender, age, are prisoners of my Ming Dynasty, and I want to take them away."

Tongshi's feet were nailed tightly to the ground, and he didn't dare to look up to Wang Jiakang. He just said, "Mr. Jun, this is inappropriate..."

"It's inappropriate for them to kill people like this!"

"June." Tongshi said helplessly, "I know that June is trying to save the lives of those fanzis, but the New Hong Kong people and Madou people are actually the same clan. It is okay for them to kill each other, but foreigners cannot enslave them... You see, isn't this Madou people who take the New Hong Kong people back to raise? They are all raised as their own children."

Wang Jiakang couldn't accept it for a moment and asked, "Same clan?"

"Yes. It's really the same clan." The news said: "If the military master rushed in, he would start a war with their two societies. At that time, more people would die." Seeing Wang Jiakang's face showing thoughts, he said: "The people of Xingang used the Red-Farewell Yi to suppress the Madou people for more than ten years, and once they turned over, the revenge would naturally be even heavier."

Wang Jiakang released the news and saw several Madou people chopping their heads, hanging them around their waists, roaring excitedly, and shook their heads helplessly.

...

"When did these savages become so cunning?" Oufuwat, wearing military uniforms from the United Republic of the Netherlands, listened in surprise to the tragedy that occurred at the Newport Club.

——Madou people are the most dissatisfied with discipline. They should have killed them all at the beginning, just like the natives on Golden Lion Island.

Oufuwat cursed in his heart, and at the same time felt resentful of his ex's mercifulness and ruthlessness.

In this era of inconvenient communication, the personalities of local officials will be greatly different in handling emergencies. In 1636, Batavia Governor Hendrik Browell appointed Hansputman, the chief of Formosa, to "severely punish and eradicate the residents of Golden Lion Island as a lesson for their killing of our personnel."

This incident eventually led to the massacre of all the indigenous peoples on Golden Lion Island, that is, Lame Island (Xiao Liuqiu). In 1645, the last thirteen indigenous people on the island were forced to be expelled - the reason why they were not massacred was that the island was rented out by Han merchants as a whole.

However, the Madou people drowned 62 Dutch soldiers in 1629, and their behavior was even worse and the blow to the Dutch were even greater. However, the revenge was far less bloody and vicious than the Golden Lion Island, and it ended with the signing of the Madou Agreement.

"Dear, if we send troops again because of the war between Madou Club and Xingang Club, it will make Jelan Chau City lack the power to guard the city." A Japanese mistress with long black hair interrupted Oufuwat's contemplation.

Ofovat shook his head and said, "You don't understand. If we allow allies in this area to be attacked, sooner or later, the entire Indigenous people of Holmosa will rise up to deal with us. They must have known about the Big Bows, and knew that Captain Baker took away the three hundred fully armed Dutch soldiers. Otherwise they would not have such courage!"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about," said the Japanese woman. "If we send troops again, maybe there are other tribes that will attack our allies, or even attack Gerranzha."

"You seem to have good advice?"

"It is best to solve the problem between the sacred fan himself." The Japanese woman said: "We can accuse the war initiated by the Madou Club when the local council meets."

Oufuwat smiled: "This will make people think that we are declining, timid, and only talk. No, we can't do this. If someone wants to attack Relanzhe, let them come! Before that, we will send people to completely wipe out the Madou people and destroy these vicious and cruel guys!"

With Oufuwat's declaration of war, another Dutch army of 500 people led by another captain, chose a road with the largest number of indigenous villages and rushed towards the Madou Society in a vast manner.

According to the march plan, they would arrive at Madou Club at noon the next day and launch an attack on the barbarians. However, they only completed the first half of the plan, and arrived at Madou Club's territory on time.

As for the work of teaching the barbarians, the Ming army was responsible for it.

"fire!"

Wang Jiakang finally saw an enemy who lined a three-row line. No matter what, he was finally a tactical soldier. He was very interested in the military formation and had considered using a three-row line to line the enemy, but finally found that facing the cavalry of the Manchu and Mongolian Tartars, the square formation was still the safest formation.

However, facing these enemies with muskets as their main weapon, the line array has a more flexible advantage.

Of course, any tactic and formation advantage is not as decisive as firepower.

Two 17-type battalion artillery fired one after another, scattering the Dutch array. The musket quadrons advanced quickly, and pushed forward a round of Dutch volleys, setting a scattered distance of thirty steps, shooting a volley, capturing the prisoners, and letting the Madou people clean up the battlefield.

The entire battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour.

"This child can't count. Seeing so many of us dare to rush." ​​Wang Jiakang was deeply worried about the Dutch commander's IQ.

The Dutch captain was already killed in the first shelling and had no way to defend his helplessness. Because the situation at that time was clearly that he had stepped into the encirclement of a large army, and even if he wanted to escape, he had nowhere to escape. As for surrendering without taking a shot, this is not the character of a Dutch soldier... Of course, there is also a little luck, hoping that the neatly lined up "indigenous people" in front of him would be scared away by the sound of muskets.

The importance of the Qianli Mirror can also be seen from the Dutch defeat.

Wang Jiakang counted the war damage and found that if the deaths and injuries of the indigenous people were not counted, this time it was a real zero war damage, and he felt a little proud. As for the surrendered Dutch, Wang Jiakang had to leave a bureau of troops to guard them so that they would not be hunted by the Madou people. He felt that the dozen Dutch heads who were killed were enough to comfort the Madou people.

"The whole army is advancing, the goal is: Relan Chacheng!" Wang Jiakang was full of energy and announced the military order immediately on the war horse.

If the information is correct, there are only about 400 Dutch troops in the city of Jelanzha, as well as the private guards of a few foreign leaders living in the city, which can be basically ignored.

However, the main attacking force of Relanzha was not Wang Jiakang.

Yang Wunian, commander of the Second Division of the First Guards, has led the main force to berth outside the sea of ​​the Grand Commander.

The terrain of the lelange is actually built on a small sandbank in the inland sea of ​​Taijiang.

There is a proper term in geography of the Taijiang Inland Sea: Lagoon. Simply put, the accumulated sandbanks close the bay and form a pattern of inner lakes and seas. In southern Taiwan, these sandbanks are named "Kunshu". From one Kun body to seven Kun bodies, the master is a Kun body.

The mission of the Second Division of the First Army is to land on the sandbank and break through the city of Relanzha. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!