At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 383 Fierce battle at the port

Zhang Jin unfolded the map again, and then pointed out Jiangshan.

The more Zhu Qizhen listened, the more dignified his face became, and he thought to himself, luckily he didn't kill this guy!

Based on his familiarity with Ceylon Island and his strategic thinking, he really couldn't find a second one in a short time.

If he is allowed to work hard, Ceylon Island will be included in the territory of Ming Dynasty in less than a month.

but……

This guy...wouldn't be hiding any small thoughts, would he?

Zhu Qizhen thought hard for a long while, and finally said: "I already know your plan, the top priority is to take down the Condor Eagle City and kill the Eastern Romans. After the matter is completed, I will reward you for your merits and do it according to your performance." Entrusted with important tasks to seek the overall situation!"

Zhang Jin knelt down and bowed her head: "Students will go all out and live up to the grace of God!"

Zhu Qizhen beckoned, Li Zhen understood, and came forward to take him away, preparing to attack Shenying City at night.

Looking at the backs of the two going away, Yuan Bin couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, this person is a conspiracy, so don't trust him!"

"What do you think... from a strategic and tactical point of view, how is this person?"

Yuan Bin thought for a while, and replied: "Except for the lack of actual combat experience, and the lack of grasp of the details when making plans, I can't find any problems with the others."

"The overall situation is very good, and the details are not handled properly. It just shows that this person is not deceiving. At the same time, it also shows that this person has a good overall situation awareness. It will definitely play a key role in winning Ceylon Island."

"What the emperor said is true, but I think... it's better to be on the safe side, after all, after all..."

"After the prisoner, I know!"

Zhu Qizhen smiled lightly, and said: "You might as well give him a chance, if he really has any crooked thoughts, then deal with it, it's not too late!"
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Under the darkness of night, the Ming Fleet headed south all the way.

Since it was sailing at night, the ironclad ship simply turned off its steam engine, and like other ships, hung up its sails and moved forward.

During the boat trip, Zhang Mao was still very cautious.

Although it is a feint, but the superficial work must be done enough.

If the deterrent power of the ironclad ship is not reflected, the effect of the feint attack will definitely be greatly reduced.

This route is very quiet and safe, and no enemy ships were found along the way.

Even so, Zhang Mao was fully prepared and vigilantly observed every grass and meter around him.

These Eastern Romans have obviously lost their naval combat capabilities, and they can't even see a ship on this important route.

Of course, if an enemy ship is really found, Zhang Mao can also make sure that he will send them to God with a man and a boat.

At midnight, the fleet finally approached the port of Calamba, and then...

boom!
boom!
Zhang Mao suddenly became nervous, and hurriedly ordered: "Be alert, be alert!"

I saw clusters of flames suddenly appearing in front of them, as if they were fighting fiercely! ——
The Eastern Romans were already ready, and since they learned of the attack on Negombo Port, they have been ready for battle.

Sure enough, the enemy came that night!

In the port of Calamba, the artillery of the fleet and the artillery of the port were bombarding each other, and the two sides fought happily.

"Colonel, the enemy's attack was too fierce, and the casualties were heavy!"

"Hold on, this is the last wave of the Orientals' offensive, as long as we persevere, we will win!"

"Colonel, General Bane is here!"

Immediately afterwards, Bain, with a gray beard and little hair left, walked in front of the officer in bright silver armor.

"How's it going?"

"Report to the general, the enemy's offensive is fierce, but our artillery has already sunk three ships. As long as we hold on, the victory will definitely belong to the Eastern Roman Holy Empire!"

"very good!"

Old Bain nodded and said: "Persevere, victory will always belong to us!"

"Yes!"

The battle is still going on, the fleet at sea, the fort on the shore, the two sides bombed each other, each with casualties.

Bain held the binoculars, looked at the ships at sea, and thought to himself, the Ming army is really powerful, but...why didn't I see the legendary iron-clad ships?
Is there a possibility that the so-called ironclad ship is just a bauble thing? ——
The adjutant of the battleship Calais came forward and reported: "General Baghdad, the firepower on the shore is too fierce. If we continue to fight fiercely, it may be bad for us!"

Baghdad's face was gloomy. He really didn't expect that these Eastern Romans actually built such a powerful fortification.

Before going to sea, he didn't take these people seriously at all.

After all...the hometown has been beaten and wiped out, just a group of bereaved dogs, why should they fight against the flourishing Ottoman Empire?
As a result, the Ottoman fleet rushed directly into the port of Calamba, intending to annihilate the Eastern Romans in one fell swoop.

What is surprising is that these Eastern Romans seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and they built a large number of fortifications in the port, and they were evenly matched for a while.

Baghdad was deeply surprised. In his prediction, it would be no problem to take this port and then land on Ceylon Island.

However, why did they encounter such fierce resistance...

It seems that the Eastern Romans knew that they were going to attack this port, and gathered all their troops in advance, what a ghost!

Seeing that the offensive in front was met with fierce resistance, and fearing that it would not be able to win in a short time, Baghdad had to order to evacuate.

If you continue to fight, even if you can win, I am afraid that your own troops will be exhausted.

At that time, who will come to the island?

Now it is better to avoid the limelight for the time being, wait until we can recharge our batteries, and then come to the decisive battle!
The Ottoman fleet began to retreat, turning north.
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Seeing this, the Eastern Romans at the port began to cheer.

The so-called Ming Fleet is nothing more than that!
What ironclad ship, where is it?

Wasn't it blasted away by our cannons!
General Bain showed a smile on his face. The defeat of Prussia, Charlemagne, and Grelut made him extremely cautious and even prepared to die in battle.

However, tonight's attack rekindled the flame of hope in his heart.

The Eastern Roman Navy is invincible!
However, in the corner of the camp, Wells looked puzzled.

He has been observing since the battle started.

Although the Eastern Roman Navy had already prepared for it, the fighting power of the Ming army shouldn't be so weak!
What's more surprising is, what about the ironclad ship?

Although it was night, the port was full of flames. If the ironclad ship really came, it was impossible not to see it.

Why didn't the opponent dispatch the ironclad ship?
Could it be that the successive victories have dazzled the mind, thinking that the Eastern Roman Empire is a lamb at the mercy of others?
Not right...not right...

Immediately afterwards, Wells found General Bain and expressed his doubts.

However, General Bain said disapprovingly: "Wells, are you scared by the Easterners? Or haven't you seen the combat effectiveness of the Eastern Roman Navy? As long as you are well prepared, the Easterners will not be able to get cheap at all. Let's see." , Those ships have escaped!"

(End of this chapter)