Chapter 936: Rain of Artillery

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In Manila Bay, thirty Sailing Warships were lined up in a row.

After Zhao Xu's order was issued, the Naval Cannons on the warships roared in unison, instantly pouring over a thousand Cannonballs onto the Forts on the Manila coast.

At this moment, they were about four li away from the coast.

During the siege of Manila, Zhou Yi had deliberately sent warships to test the maximum range of the enemy's Forts.

The enemy's Artillery had varying ranges; among the eighty-six Forts, seventy percent of the Artillery had a maximum range of two thousand meters.

Thirty percent of the Artillery had a range of three thousand meters, but within a distance of two thousand meters, they could not cause much damage to the warships.

Thus, he decided to have the warships conduct the bombardment from a position of two thousand meters.

Since they could bombard without suffering any damage, there was no need to take risks.

As for why the Folangji Artillery had this situation.

He believed that most of the Forts in Manila were old, outdated Artillery.

Because the natives in the colonies could not manufacture firearms and Artillery, Flintlocks from one or two hundred years ago were sufficient to deal with them.

Therefore, the colonists had little motivation to replace their firearms and Artillery.

And the Artillery with a maximum range of three kilometers was likely brought along with the supporting Navy.

But clearly, the quantity was insufficient.

"Your Highness should still be a bit careful; occasionally, Solid Shot flies over." A cannonball landed on the sea surface in front of the deck, splashing water over ten meters high, Zhou Yi reminded him tactfully.

Zhao Xu smiled, "What kind of situation has this Prince not seen? Being timid on the battlefield, what kind of decorum is that? It is of no concern."

Having said that, he looked through his Telescope and saw the Manila coast directly in front being instantly covered by the Flame born from the explosion of the Cannonballs.

He even saw Folangji soldiers being swept into the sky by the shockwave of the explosions.

Under this wave of bombardment, the counterattacks from the Forts on the coast were suddenly extinguished by more than half.

The firepower of the warships was something even Army generals like Chang Wei were very envious of.

These warships were each an Artilleryman position on the sea.

Especially since they were using Explosive Shells.

As long as one Cannonball hit a Fort, at least half of the soldiers in the enemy Fort would die.

"After ten rounds, we can land," Zhao Xu muttered.

Ten rounds meant coverage of over ten thousand Cannonballs; even if the Folangji's Forts were made of iron, they would all be blown to pieces.

At the same time.

Unlike Zhao Xu's indifference, the Luzon Governor Ferrero was constantly cursing the Western Lands Allied Forces in deep fear.

"They abandoned us, those sons of bitches."

"God, let them all go to hell."

"..."

Because the terrain of the coast always went from low to high.

Standing in a Trench, Ferrero could see the entire situation on the coast through his Telescope.

For the first time, he witnessed the immense power of the Great Song Navy's Naval Cannons.

With so many Cannonballs exploding continuously, the ground beneath his feet jumped up and down as if it were on a spring mattress.

It made him and the Folangji soldiers in the Trench open their mouths in shock.

They had never seen such a scene before.

In this scene, the countless Flames were exceptionally dazzling, but they brought them deep fear.

In an instant, more than half of the Folangji soldiers in the Forts were dead or wounded.

If these Cannonballs were to land in the Trench, he simply dared not imagine it.

"This, this, what kind of monster is this?" Ferrero's forehead was covered in bean-sized beads of sweat.

He came from the military and had also participated in wars.

Now, he could be certain of one thing.

This battle would be the most cruel war of his life.

"Bang, bang, bang... Boom..."

Just as Ferrero was in shock, suddenly, dense gunfire and explosions came from the North Territory.

These explosion sounds were very light; they were not the sounds of Artillery.

"Governor, a Great Song Army of over twenty thousand people suddenly appeared on the north side. They have already breached Manila City and are heading toward the fortifications here."

Just then, a Folangji soldier rode over on a horse, his face pale.

"What! Wasn't there only a small amount of Great Song Army in the north?" Ferrero's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible force, making him almost convulse.

Since the Great Song Army occupied Banbu, more than two thousand Great Song troops had been active in the north of Manila, raiding cities in the North Territory.

In a very short time, these cities fell one after another.

Afterward, he lost control of the North Territory.

At the same time, because the sea route was cut off by the Great Song Navy and the land route was not clear, he could no longer obtain intelligence from the north.

"This..." The Folangji cavalryman could not answer Ferrero's confusion either.

"Balensa, you immediately lead eight thousand Folangji soldiers and fifty thousand native troops to annihilate this Great Song Army," Ferrero roared at the officer beside him.

Once Manila City was lost, they would be trapped on the coast.

The officer saluted Ferrero and immediately issued orders to his subordinate officers.

Many Folangji soldiers climbed out of the Trench and headed toward Manila.

At the same time, a group of native troops, a small portion holding Flintlocks and the majority holding swords and blades, also followed and left.

"May God protect Balensa so it can hold off the Great Song army." Ferrero's expression was grave.

Ever since the Indian Arsenal in Britain imitated the Great Song's front-loading rifled musket.

According to the agreement, they also obtained this type of firearm from the hands of the British.

However, due to limited production, they have only received 12,000 rifled muskets to date.

This quantity is not even enough to re-equip the Folangji soldiers, let alone the indigenous troops under their command.

But all in all, because of the deployment of rifled muskets, the combat effectiveness of the Folangji has indeed increased quite a bit.

At the moment, he has no support whatsoever; the only thing he can count on is this type of firearm.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Just as he was thinking this, the warships on the sea fired another round of cannonballs.

Then came the third round, the fourth round, until the tenth round.

Just after the tenth round, the warships on the sea suddenly sailed forward.

They stopped at a distance of 500 meters from the coast and rearranged themselves into a line.

Seeing this scene, Ferrero felt ice-cold all over.

Sure enough, just as he had expected.

Flashes of fire appeared on the sea once again, and then countless cannonballs fell like raindrops onto the trench positions one li away from the coast.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The cannonballs exploded on the trench positions, deafening and sending dust and dirt flying into the sky.

The explosions ended, and a rain of blood fell from the sky, along with severed limbs scattered all over the ground.

Screams also filled the entire trench position.

Ferrero leaned tightly against the wall of the trench, his lips trembling, his heart filled with intense hatred.

The Great Song people in Luzon were nothing but lowly swine under his hand.

As long as these swine displeased him, he could manufacture a massacre at any time to punish them.

Now, however, he was being attacked by these very swine.

The enormous contrast brought him not only fear, but even more so, a sense of humiliation from deep within.

Therefore, after extreme fear, he suddenly fell into extreme madness; he looked toward the sea, his pupils dilated, and roared, "Land! Hurry up and land! How much longer are you going to wait? Let me chop you into minced meat one by one!"