The first person to fire the cannons was Wu Daimen, who personally commanded the cavalry artillery platoon. Under the cover of the night, this tall man sneakily appeared outside the rear camp of the Portuguese clean-up team with two new cannons. The muzzles of the cannons were aimed at the opponent's stables. Panjim's territory was very small. It was only six to seven kilometers in all directions. The threat of the fast-moving cavalry was too great.
"Come on, three-second true man … No, no, three minutes true man!" A real man for three minutes! "The moment Wu Daimen opened his mouth, it became a joke, causing everyone in the artillery platoon to laugh in the dark night.
But laughing was one thing, but after firing, the real skill was revealed.
The improved version of the cannons was placed on a bipod at the bottom of a simple sloping pit. After firing, it would automatically slide down. The reloaders cleaned the barrel at lightning speed and reloaded. Although the caliber of the new cannons was larger, they could still achieve the effect of a rain of five bullets per minute without accurate aiming and only pursuing explosive firing speed.
After the thirty cannons were fired, the cavalry artillery platoon immediately slipped away, preparing to hide in the dark like assassins. But when they dragged the burning cannons away, some of the artillerymen shouted in surprise, "Commander, look!"
The Portuguese built simple stables on both sides of the road. Inside were more than three hundred horses of the Portuguese army cavalry. After thirty cannons were fired, the poor warhorses in the stables were immediately shot to pieces. Even the indigenous soldiers taking care of the warhorses were in a mess.
A few carriages transporting fodder were hit by the cannons and caught on fire on the spot. Under the light of the fire, the enemy could clearly be seen running around. There was no effective counterattack at all. Not only were the indigenous soldiers running around, but even the Portuguese army officers were running around.
"Commander, the horses, those horses." The cavalry artillery platoon's eyes were all red when they saw the chaos. They had their eyes on the more than three hundred warhorses that had gone out of control in the chaos. Although the scene was chaotic, only a small portion of the warhorses were killed. Most of the warhorses were running around after being startled. And Zhou Qingfeng's original intention in coming to Goa this time was to get the warhorses.
"Holy sh * t, the timid will starve to death, the bold will die from overeating."
If Gao Daniu was in command, he would definitely strictly enforce the rules of the battlefield. He would ignore the horses that were running around and fight according to the battle plan. But Wu Daimen, this idiot, was very daring. He waved his hand and shouted, "Leave five or six people behind to send our cannons away. The rest of you, follow me to snatch the horses. Take out your guns. If you see anyone you don't like, shoot them. "
After Great Gate Wu finished speaking, he added another sentence: "Oh right, capture those horse retainers as captives, let them drive the horses for us. We have too few people, so we need more people to take advantage of this situation. Now, listen to my command, go! "
The cavalry and cannons platoon had more than 30 people guarding the two cannons at the same time. They really didn't have enough manpower to rob them at this time. Great Gate Wu set his sights on the captives. He had long realized that the natives of Goa were very obedient. They didn't resist when they were in trouble, and they were willing to accept their fate even if they had to die.
Excluding those who were in charge of the cannons, Wu Daimen used his own military chain to link the rest of the soldiers together. Everyone took out the short-barreled shotguns used for self-defense and ran towards the enemy's stables about 300 meters away.
A few fodder carts were burning fiercely in the direction of the stables, and there were human heads running around in panic. It was not easy for a responsible officer of the Portuguese army to stand up and reorganize the men, but a group of ferocious' robbers' appeared in the dark.
"Shoot those with big noses and military uniforms," Great Gate Wu roared and personally aimed at a Portuguese army officer who was wearing a saber and fired a shot. The 30-millimeter short-barreled shotgun was not only the standard weapon of the musketeers, it was also the self-defense weapon of all the service personnel and non-combatants in the Imperial Guard. One shot could turn a person into a bleeding sieve.
The Portuguese army officer who was shot was sent flying and fell to the ground. The group of native coachmen who had just gathered were instantly frightened to death. However, Great Gate Wu came up with an empty shotgun to capture them. He pushed them to take the horses and carts and leave with him. The natives of Goa were talented as well. They had learned how to understand the intentions of their superiors in the shortest time possible through hundreds of years of domestication.
These demons want us to take the horses? No problem, we will go get the horses immediately.
The demons want us to take the carts carrying the horses? That's easy, we will do it immediately.
The soldiers under Great Gate Wu's command were divided into two groups. One group went to bombard the Portuguese army and capture the natives as captives. The other group was responsible for guarding the captives and making sure they did not escape. The two groups even took turns. The soldiers who had emptied their ammunition would grab the captives and come back to guard them. The soldiers who were guarding the captives would seize the time to reload, and once they were done, they would go and capture the captives.
Gunshots were heard near the burning stables. The Portuguese army kept being killed and wounded in the dark night. More native soldiers and coachmen who were running around were captured. These captives were responsible for collecting the running horses for Great Gate Wu and his men. In just ten minutes, Great Gate Wu controlled more than seventy captives and nearly two hundred tall horses, including seven to eight carts carrying the horses.
When he realized that his control was reaching its limit, Great Gate Wu immediately stopped while he was ahead and happily led his men away. When the Portuguese army gathered and came over to regain control of the situation, they found that their stables had been looted. Other than the horses that were killed by the cannons at the beginning, there were also some horses that were deliberately slaughtered because they could not be taken away.
Anthony was kicked by a horse's hind leg at the beginning of the bombardment. When he woke up from the pain, he found that there were many eastern soldiers with thick barrels beside him. He simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead. He did not move an inch until his men arrived. Only then did he crawl up in tears.
"Those eastern devils took our horses." Anthony covered his chest and asked for treatment from the priests who rushed over. But when he grabbed a priest's hand and was about to cry like a child, he realized that the priest did not care about him at all. Instead, he was staring blankly in the direction of the city of Goa in the east.
What happened to the city?
Anthony turned his head and was stunned speechless. The Santa Catarina Church three kilometers away was blown up. The dome erupted and flames soared into the sky. Not long after, the holy soul of Saint Xavier fought with the fire phoenix and was burned by the golden phoenix. Even the entire Mercy Jesus Church was turned into a huge pile of firewood. The fire illuminated half of the night sky.
There were many churches in the city of Goa, and so were the flames. The raging flames formed a sea of fire, as if it was going to burn the entire city.
"Oh … God!" The priest immediately cried and knelt on the ground helplessly. The strongest and proudest thing for these priests was their faith. But when the holy church was destroyed, their strongest psychological defense also collapsed.
"Priest, Priest, hurry up and treat me. My chest hurts so much. "When Anthony was kicked by the horse, his chest was so numb that he could not feel anything. But as time passed, he felt more and more pain, to the point that he was sweating all over.
But compared to Anthony's pain, something even more terrible happened to the priest. When the priest tried to treat him, he found that the holy power in his body was dissipating. Bits of holy power floated out of his body like stardust and slowly disappeared. The church was destroyed, and the faith of the priests was shaken. The source of power was quickly depleted.
"No, no, Father, have mercy on me. Don't abandon me." The priest was screaming. Their system of divine arts was very different from that of the East, which relied on practice. It relied on firm faith as the foundation and condensed the power of faith from the believers. This kind of power came easily, but it was also easy to lose.
The priests who lost their holy power were worse than ordinary people. Their power would be devoured, swallowed, and melted. Anthony watched helplessly as the priest in front of him rapidly aged, shriveled and withered, and finally became an ugly and terrifying living dead.
"God!" Anthony shouted out of habit. He quickly let go of the priest's hand and hid far away while enduring the pain in his chest. He wasn't the only one hiding. The other Portuguese army soldiers were also shocked by the change in the priests around them. The priests they had always regarded as the most sacred and reliable had become like the devil, or even more terrifying than the devil.
"I have to find my uncle. He's the only one who can help me now." Anthony endured the pain and tried to find a horse. He wanted to continue west towards the enemy's fortress. His uncle, Lord Costa, was commanding the cannons at the frontline. The roar of the two forty-eight pound cannons was deafening.
Many people had the same idea as Anthony. Most of the Portuguese army felt that there must be a large number of enemies in Goa after it was set on fire. They could only get close to Lord Costa, who was the strongest on their side and had a large number of cannons to protect him. They quickly followed the road to the west, hoping to be protected by the group.
But when Anthony and the others were halfway in the dark, they saw a series of shooting stars in the night sky. The beautiful shooting stars were so dazzling that they could even be called the Radiant Light. They first rose into the sky, leaving beautiful trails in the dark sky, but after a while, they quickly fell.
Anthony pulled on the reins of his horse and stared blankly ahead. His heart was in pain. At first, he thought that the shooting stars were made by his uncle, but he soon realized that Lord Costa didn't have such a thing. It could only be the eastern devils in the west who made it.
The shooting stars fell to the ground and exploded into flames. The violent explosion spread out on the ground like a beautiful carpet of fire. The burning carpets connected and covered the large area in front of them, forming a sea of fire. In the sea of fire, there were exploding ammunition carts, blown away cannons, and people running around as fuel.
"No, no, don't do this." It was Anthony who fell off his horse and cried out in pain. The Portuguese army soldiers beside him were all stunned. Their minds were blank. "Lord, don't abandon us. We need your guidance. "
Unfortunately, God didn't exist, and he wouldn't descend. The only thing that would descend was heavy rockets that soared into the sky. As the manufacturing technology improved, the rockets created by the Revolutionary Army no longer used sliding rails to launch them. Instead, they used directional cannons. This way, they could achieve higher initial velocity and better accuracy, which meant that they could cover a large area with firepower.
Zhou Qingfeng stood on the wall of his fortress, looking coldly at the barrage of firepower that was slowly advancing from 1,500 meters away. He didn't say a word, and his face was expressionless.
Wen Ruolan, who had been nervous for the whole night, also came up to the wall. When she saw the beautiful but destructive scene, she couldn't help but sigh. "In the past, the heroes were the ones with the most powerful spells. In the future, only the kings with the most advanced technology can reach the top."
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