Daming Crazy Emperor

In the Governor's Mansion of Dakar City, Zhang Mingshi fell into a sleepless state again.

There is no way, Zuma is leading an army of 90 to attack the North African fortress of Ceuta, and he is really worried.

It was a real fortress, with at least a thousand city defense guns and coastal defense guns.

Moreover, the navy fleet cannot risk crossing the Strait of Gibraltar to support.

What if the enemy turns the coastal defense artillery around and bombards the Black God Army?

What if the enemy gathers all ironclad warships to provide fire support in the direction of the port pier?

He was really worried, because the enemy had too many big killers, and Zuma would suffer heavy casualties if he was not careful.

The problem is that he can't go to the front line of Ceuta to command in person, and the emperor doesn't allow him to take risks at all.

He could only pull Zhang Hengchuan to continuously deduce in the combat commander, and make complete preparations to ensure that Zuma can come up with countermeasures as soon as possible when he encounters difficulties.

This deduction lasted for three days, and a bunch of schematic diagrams of coping strategies were placed on the generous table in the war room, and Zhang Mingshi was still lying there and deduced non-stop.

Zhang Hengchuan was ordered by him to rest several times, but he didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights.

No way, he was really anxious to wait.

This Dakar is too far away from Ceuta, even if it is sent by the dragon warship, it will take at least three days. In these three days, he has no idea how the front line is going, so how can he sleep?
Finally, a messenger hurried in and said excitedly: "Report, General, our Majesty the King urgently reports that the city of Ceuta has been captured!"

Ah!
Zhang Mingshi couldn't believe his ears when he heard the words.

How can it be?

Although the attack date set by Zuma was three days ago, it will take three days for the Dragon Battleship to transmit the battle report.

In other words, the siege battle ended almost as soon as it started!
How can this be?

Zhang Mingshi took a look at the urgent report and couldn't help being dumbfounded.

After [-] city defense guns were pulled up to the top of the hill for a round of test firing, the defenders in Ceuta ran away, and even the hundreds of ironclad warships stationed at the port wharf also ran away with them!

The Spaniards don't want to fight at all.

He guessed right, Felipe IV didn't plan to take it hard at all.

This is the countermeasure he and Wallenstein negotiated, directly placing hundreds of ironclad warships there to scare people.

It would be best if you could frighten those mercenaries. If you couldn't frighten those mercenaries, then drag the defenders in the city and flee!

Their goal is to attract those mercenaries to fight in East Africa and South Africa. The Strait of Gibraltar is the main throat to enter the waters of East Africa.

Therefore, sooner or later, the city of Ceuta must be handed over to those mercenaries, otherwise, they would have to travel thousands of miles across the Gobi desert to reach East Africa.

Of course, this is also what Wallenstein fooled Felipe IV.

How can such an important fortress like Ceuta just let it go?

He didn't want to fight with the mercenaries backed by the Ming Empire, so he came up with such a bad idea.

Zhang Mingshi didn't want to understand what was going on.

However, winning Ceuta City is indeed great news.

In this way, the navy of the Kingdom of West Africa can transfer food, grass, supplies, weapons and ammunition, and even infantry and cavalry through the Strait of Gibraltar.

This is the key to attacking East Africa. If the waterway is blocked and the Black God Army has millions of troops across thousands of miles of desert Gobi to attack East Africa, it will be no different from courting death.

Once people cut off the food road, the millions of black gods will be finished.

This is all right, the city of Ceuta has finally been taken, and the navy of the Kingdom of West Africa will have no problem at all to cross the Strait of Gibraltar along the southern coastline.

Zhang Mingshi was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly: "Go and call Heng Chuan over."

This Heng Chuan is not the same as Liu Shuo Chuan, he is the chief general of the Hundred Thousand Divine Machine Battalion, and his main duty is to guard Dakar and the Cape Verde Islands.

Therefore, he did not participate in the battle between the Kingdom of West Africa and Spain and the Holy Roman Empire at all, and he was not very familiar with the soldiers of the Black God Army.

At the beginning, Taichang also thought about letting Zhang Hengchuan replace Liu Shuochuan to command the Black God Army on the battlefield.

However, he gave up in the end, because Dakar and the Cape Verde Islands are too important, and it will definitely not work without a general.

Zhang Mingshi ordered people to call Zhang Hengchuan over, but only explained in detail, and ordered him to guard Dakar, and then went straight to the port wharf with Zuma's urgent report.

Naturally, the good news of this day must be reported to the emperor as soon as possible. After Ceuta is taken, they can go to attack East Africa.

Taichang was also a little unbelievable when he received the news.

Felipe IV, such an important fortress of Ceuta, was able to give up easily. What was this guy thinking?

He had to know that Wallenstein had developed a rebellion, so he deliberately misled Felipe IV, then everything would naturally make sense.

The problem is that he doesn't know.

He thought about it for a while, but he didn't want to understand it, so he simply didn't want to.

Felipe IV's behavior during this period was abnormal, how could he know what an abnormal person was thinking.

After Ceuta wins, it's time to consider the East African strategy, and it doesn't make much sense to think about it.

He stared at the map for a while, and then asked, "In the Ming Dynasty, where did the million-dollar army led by Atlanta go?"

Zhang Mingshi quickly pointed to the middle position between Dakar and Ceuta and said, "Atlante's army of one million has probably advanced to this line."

No way, the chariots of the Kingdom of West Africa are not enough to bring 200 million horses and horses all the way.

Therefore, he divided the 200 million horses into two groups.

Zuma's 100 million horsemen consisted of 20 chariots, tens of thousands of guns, and 100 horses. They ran all the way, and it was not a problem to advance more than [-] miles a day.

The 100 million horses led by Atlanta were a mixed team of 30 horses and a small number of chariots and artillery vehicles. Their horses and chariots could only move forward with food, supplies, weapons and ammunition. A person has to rely on two legs to propel.

In addition, they regained the areas occupied by Spain and the Holy Roman Empire all the way inland, so the advancement speed was less than half of that of Zuma.

Taichang roughly gestured the distance between the two armies, and then asked, "Who are the people in the areas occupied by Spain and the Holy Roman Empire, and how are they doing now?"

Zhang Mingshi quickly explained: "The western part of North Africa seems to be controlled by the Berbers. Originally they had many tribal alliances, but they were all defeated by Spain and the Holy Roman Empire. Now they are all pulled by the Spanish colonists. Go to mine.

These colonists are really ruthless. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they are all dragged to the Gobi Desert or even the desert to mine, and they do not provide enough food and fresh water for people.

Fortunately, we went in time, we have to go later, the Berbers are probably all dead.

In such a harsh environment, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have enough food, and you don’t even have enough water to drink. If your body is not strong, you won’t be able to last for a few months. "

Alas, these colonial robbers treat people as human beings.

Taichang sighed slightly, and then asked again: "How many Berbers were originally there, and how many are left now, do you have an approximate estimate?"

Zhang Mingshi recalled: "According to Atlanta's understanding, there were about three to four million Berbers, but it's hard to say how many are left now.

Because many old and weak women and children in the mining areas they recovered either died of exhaustion, starvation, thirst or thirst, and most of the rest were young and middle-aged men and women. "

Isn't this similar to the black slaves in America back then.

Taichang thought about it carefully, and then asked: "Ming Shi, what do you think of recruiting these Berbers into the Black God Army?
Their hatred of the colonists should be no less than that of the black slaves in America. "

Zhang Mingshi hastily cupped his hands and said: "The emperor is wise, and I originally had this idea.

It's just that there are not many Berbers, and they still live in the harsh environment of the Gobi desert. If we recruit all their young and strong, the livelihood of other people may become a problem. "

These are little things.

Taichang said without hesitation: "We just need to move them all to the coastline with plenty of water. Didn't the Spaniards establish many strongholds along the coast and build many temporary ports?

We can deliver materials such as cement and steel bars to them, help them build cities, and let them live directly in the city.

As for the issue of livelihood, there are only three to four million people, not a big deal.

At that time, we will help Zuma develop the mines over there, and the money we earn will be distributed to them to buy food.

We can also build them some small fishing boats, distribute some fishing nets, and let them fish near the coastline to make money.

In this way, wouldn't they have no worries about food and clothing? "

Well, the livelihood of tens of millions of people is nothing to the emperor. There are three to four million people in this area, that is just a few words from the emperor.

The Berbers are indeed miserable, even worse than the black slaves in America.

Because the environment of the Sahara Desert is so harsh that it cannot be compared with South America.

Although the black slaves in South America were miserable back then, they still had enough drinking water, but they didn't even have enough water.

It is much more uncomfortable to die of thirst than to die of starvation.

In this desert Gobi area, even if you just stand there and don't work, you will be sweating profusely. If you don't have enough drinking water, your throat will smoke, your mouth will be dry and cracked, and your breathing will be hot and painful!

Originally, they all thought that they were doomed. The colonial bandits caught them mining like this, and they really couldn't bear it.

Many old and weak women and children collapsed after working hard. I don’t know how many people died of exhaustion, starvation and thirst every day.

The problem is that they have no way to resist. They not only have whips, but also swords, muskets and cannons.

Anyone who dared to resist would be instantly killed. The colonial robbers were like cold-blooded animals, and they were not treated as human beings at all.

What hope is there in this situation?
They can only watch their wives and children die, there is nothing they can do.

In this case, no one knows whether they can live to see the sun of tomorrow.

Who would have thought that the colonial bandits would be chased away all of a sudden, and those who chased away the colonists were their compatriots, who treated them very well, not only enough drinking water, but also enough food.

More importantly, they no longer have to work desperately to dig mines. They are directly pulled to the seaside with abundant water sources, help them build cities, help them build houses, provide them with food, and provide them with fishing boats and fishing nets.

This time, they went directly from hell to heaven, and their lives were even better than before.

Immediately afterwards, the Black God Army who rescued them began to recruit new recruits.

Anyone who passed the tests and joined the Black God Army would be able to feed a family casually.

Also, the emperor of the Ming Empire and the king of the West African Kingdom would give them a bunch of daily necessities from time to time to make their lives better day by day.

Those who have not experienced the difference between hell and heaven must not be able to imagine it.

The Berbers all know that it was the colonial bandits that sent them to hell, and it was the Ming Empire and the West African Kingdom that sent them to heaven.

This kindness is absolutely worthy of their death.

Therefore, the Berber corps in the back were fiercer than each other. As long as the emperor of the Ming Empire or the king of West Africa gave an order, they would rush forward desperately!

Many people in the later generations have more than hundreds of years of experience than they can see clearly, and some people even keep singing the praises of the colonial robbers.