Daming Crazy Emperor

Along the coast dozens of miles north of El Salvador, the European Continental Union Fleet is staging a textbook bombardment.

Fifty ironclad battleships lined up in a neat queue, one circle to the left and one circle to the right, approaching the coast like a wheel, pouring shells on the semicircular mounds on the shore one by one.

The roar of the rumbling artillery seemed to be endless, it kept ringing, and the shells weighing more than ten kilograms were even more dense like raindrops, smashing the shore into a mess.

The armored battleship fired four rounds in full salvo, pouring tens of thousands of shells, and finally stopped.

Qin Yiming waited for a while, until he was sure that the others would not fire any more, then he poked his head out and raised his binoculars to sweep towards the sea.

The armored battleships on the sea stopped there and did not move, which proved that they had already bombarded enough, and it was their turn next.

He immediately ordered: "Order, pull all the artillery to the back running position, load the shells, and prepare to bombard."

At this time, Wallenstein also ordered: "Send an order to order the soldiers who landed to prepare to build a temporary dock."

The soldiers who landed stood up in shock and looked at their commander blankly.

The task has not been assigned yet, what should I do?
At this moment, they dare not gather together to listen to orders.

They were in a daze when another burst of artillery roared.

This time they did not stand together, so the casualties were not too great, but the [-] shells also killed and injured hundreds of people.

Fake!

Obviously, their shelling had no effect.

Wallenstein could only order helplessly: "Order, all soldiers who landed retreat.

Ocundo, order the ironclad battleship to go up. "

There was no other way, they just hid behind the bunkers to bully them, and the artillery of the battleship couldn't reach them at all.

Moreover, the soldiers they landed were unable to carry muskets and artillery.

In this case, the only option is to withdraw.

The soldiers who landed were miserable, not to mention thousands of people were killed, and thousands of people were injured.

Moreover, those who were swept by the shells were not seriously injured, and many of them were missing arms and legs.

In this case they have to swim back, which is simply fatal.

Many people swam back with their comrades in their robes after bandaging them indiscriminately. Wherever they passed, the sea water was dyed red.

Seeing this, Wallenstein couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

He has never suffered such a big loss!
This can't be the case.

He panted angrily for a while, and then said with a gloomy face: "Ocundo, continue to explore, I don't believe they can have so many people and guard such a long coastline."

Don't be impulsive, people have made it clear that they are ready, and it is probably the same when we go to other places.

Alas, there is no way, the marshal is obviously furious, it is basically impossible to persuade people to go back like this, let's go to other places to have a look.

Oquindo thought for a while, and then ordered: "The order, the fleet continues to sail north, and pay attention to the depth of the water."

After a wave of command flags, the fleet gradually left the coast and sailed slowly north.

Seeing this, Qin Yiming immediately called Asipa and a group of personal guards, ran to the real woods behind, pulled out the war horses, and galloped northward with his fleet.

In fact, the speed of the steamer is not as fast as that of the horse at this moment, but the steamer can sail without stopping, while the horse needs to rest after running for more than 100 miles. Therefore, the steamer can travel thousands of miles a day, but the horse cannot.

Of course, the war horse can still easily keep up with the ship within more than 100 miles.

Qin Yiming felt that he had already been exposed anyway, so it didn't matter, so he just blatantly beat his horse and ran after him.

Oquendo and Wallenstein could of course faintly see them galloping on the shore. The problem was that they were too far away for their artillery to reach.

They had no choice but to let others follow.

The fleet sailed north for about an hour, and finally found a deep water area suitable for landing.

It's a pity that there seems to be a semicircular fort here.

Moreover, the forts here are not covered up, and the high mounds are so naked that they can be seen at a glance.

Ocundo ordered the flagship to look closer to the coast, and immediately said with apprehension: "Your Excellency, Marshal, the coast is estimated to have been covered with fortifications, and we can't attack them with a hard attack. Why don't we withdraw?"

Wallenstein shook his head resolutely and said, "No, we have to try.

This kind of mound can be piled up in a day by gathering thousands of people casually. It is very likely that people will pile up such mounds to scare us.

Just think about how many people there are in Bahia, and how many people they can muster.

It is impossible for them to arrange tens of thousands of people to garrison every suitable place for landing.

It is very likely that they have arranged manpower near the city of Salvador, and other places just piled up some mounds to scare us. "

Oh, why are you so stubborn?

Oquindo asked helplessly: "Then what should we do now, should we send people up to try or continue to search along the coastline?"

Wallenstein gritted his teeth and said, "Let's send another 1 people ashore to try. This time, let them not gather together, and go directly to those mounds after landing to have a look."

Uh, don't you tell people to die?
Well, anyway, it's the army of your Holy Roman Empire, you don't feel bad about me.

Oquindo was just stunned for a moment, and then ordered the ironclad warships full of the Holy Roman Empire Army to approach the coast and put them down.

The soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire jumped into the water like dumplings, struggling to swim to the shore.

The number of people this time is obviously not as many as last time.

And they just suffered a big loss, it is impossible to get together again and let them bombard them.

So what are these guys up to?

At this moment, Qin Yiming was lying on the mound in the middle and raised his binoculars to scan.

He really couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

What is the use of such a small number of people swimming ashore?
He was frowning and thinking there, and everyone had already swum ashore one after another.

This time, the tens of thousands of horses that swam ashore did not gather, and these guys even picked up the guys and rushed towards them!

Uh, isn't this courting death?
Qin Yiming immediately ordered: "All musketeers load ammunition and prepare to fire."

There are still 2 people here. Originally, they were not equipped with many muskets. The standard equipment for 1 people was only 2 matchlock guns, and [-] people were only equipped with [-] matchlock guns.

However, in order to enhance their combat effectiveness, Taichang directly deployed some matchlock guns for the Black God Army. At the moment, they are equipped with 1 muskets for 2 people, and [-] people are [-].

Isn't it easy for 2 people to deal with [-] cannon fodder rushing up with knives and [-] muskets?

Qin Yiming stared at the Spanish infantry swimming ashore for a while, until they were almost within a hundred paces, and then he ordered loudly: "Fire!"

"Papa papa", a burst of intensive gunshots rang out, and the thousands of people in front of them almost all lay on the ground and screamed.

It's really not ordinary pain to be hit by a musket at such a close distance.

However, the soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire did not retreat. They were also battle-tested people and knew a lot about muskets.

At such a short distance, the opposite side is scattering separately, instead of forming a dense formation and shooting continuously in three stages, they don't have to be afraid at all, they just charge straight up, and they will definitely not have time to reload the ammunition again.

Of course, Qin Yiming would not foolishly order the musketeers to rush out and form a dense formation to shoot continuously.

Their fleet is nearby, if they come out and gather together, they will definitely be blasted to pieces.

As for how to deal with these rushing enemies, it is not too simple.

He just glanced around, and then ordered without hesitation: "Send the order, the infantry in the trench rush out, form a small mandarin duck formation, spread out to meet, don't get together."

The soldiers of the Amazon Tribal Alliance were all drilled by the generals of the Shenji Battalion.

After a wave of command flags, tens of thousands of infantry hiding in the trenches rushed out immediately, forming a formation of small mandarin ducks one by one.

There were only five people in the small mandarin duck formation, one was in the front with an iron shield, followed by two pikemen, and the remaining two were holding swords and shields to protect the left and right wings and the rear.

This formation is specially used to deal with Japanese pirates, and now these Holy Roman Empire infantry swimming ashore are not as capable as Japanese pirates in terms of cold weapon combat capabilities.

They were dumbfounded when they encountered this formation.

How to cut this?
There are shields in front of the house and on the left and right sides!

They were stunned for a while, and a large area was stabbed by the spear protruding from behind the shield.

What followed was a massacre. One by one, the little mandarin ducks rushed into the messy crowd and stabbed fiercely. In less than a quarter of an hour, all the tens of thousands of Holy Roman Empire soldiers who rushed up were wiped out.

Seeing this, Wallenstein couldn't help being annoyed: "Ocundo, order the armored battleship to go up and bomb them to death."

Hearing this, Ocundo could only helplessly order the iron-clad warships to line up and prepare for a broadside salvo.

He knew that the volley was useless at this time, and they would definitely hide in the bunker.

Sure enough, the armored battleships had just lined up and those who rushed out to stop them disappeared.

Seeing this, Oquindo couldn't help asking carefully: "Your Excellency, Marshal, are you still booming?"

They didn't bring much ammunition, one shell was 12 pounds, and 20 shells cost [-] pounds. With such random bombardment, more than [-] pounds of pig iron would be like throwing into water. It was useless at all, and it was too wasteful.

Now they can produce tens of thousands of pounds of pig iron a year, and most of them are used to cast iron armor. Such a waste of shells, they will soon run out of shells.

Wallenstein asked angrily, "Why didn't you bomb?"

Oquendo explained helplessly: "Your Excellency, Marshal, one shell weighs twelve pounds, and ten thousand shells weighs 12 pounds.

At the moment, most of the pig iron we produce is used to cast iron armor, and shells are quite tense.

We only carried [-] rounds of shells this time. If we continue to bombard like this, the shells will soon run out! "

Uh, this.

Wallenstein couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this.

Wouldn't the armored battleship be a pile of scrap metal without the shells!
He was stunned for a moment, and then he said rather unwillingly: "Then let's go to other places to have a look."

Can not be done!
It's too dangerous for you to go on like this.

Oquindo looked at the sky, and then reminded: "Your Excellency, Marshal, we can't leave the bay until it gets dark. If people say it's dark and set fire to it, we may suffer heavy losses!"

Iron-clad warships are not very afraid of fire. The problem is that other warships are still wooden warships. Once people set fire to them in the dark, the consequences will be unimaginable.

No way, they can only retreat.

So what if you are not reconciled?
Hearing this, Wallenstein frowned and pondered for a while, and finally sighed helplessly: "Okay, let's retreat."

In fact, if they can continue to go deeper along the coastline, they still have a chance.

Because the soldiers of the Amazon Tribal Alliance run on their legs, and running more than a hundred miles a day is the limit.

And it doesn't take a day for their warships to circle the entire bay.

If they can continue to go deep along the coastline, at most another fifty miles, there will be no one stationed in front.

Unfortunately, they don't know.