Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

"Please tell Uncle Zheng that we will do as you say!"

Afterwards, after returning to the fleet, these people told the senior leaders of their caravan what had happened.

A guy with a full red beard and a cigar in his mouth, not only did he not do any business after hearing this, but he was so happy that he seemed to have eaten honey.

"It's a good thing that the Ming people ask us for help."

"Tell the little ones not to be stingy with the shells and gunpowder!"

"If we kill these Dutch people, we will be able to occupy a larger share of the trade, which will be a lot of wealth."

As a result, the firepower of the Portuguese fleet soon became more intensive than before.

Shells were fired continuously at the Dutch fleet.

Just three or two minutes later, a Portuguese merchant ship exploded due to overheating of its gun barrel, and the leaking fire ignited the gunpowder barrel nearby.

A big hole was blown in the deck and three soldiers died on the spot.

But when the captain heard the news, he just waved his hand indifferently and urged his subordinates to continue to increase the firepower of the artillery.

How could Li Dingguo miss such an opportunity? He led the Shenji Battalion and, with the attitude of taking advantage of the enemy's weakness, launched another round of indiscriminate bombardment with mortars in the rear.

The Dutch fleet, which had finally escaped to this side, could not even hold out for a quarter of an hour and chose to surrender.

"Your Majesty, Major Basil of Portugal requests an audience!"

Just as the South China Sea Navy began to clean up the sea, Zheng Zhilong boarded the Fu ship with a Portuguese.

Basil was the leader of this Portuguese fleet.

After getting Zhu Youxiao's consent, he went to the cabin, knelt on his knees respectfully, and introduced himself to Zhu Youxiao in broken Chinese.

"Your Majesty, Lieutenant Commander Basil of the Portuguese Royal Navy sends his greetings to you."

"Thank you for leasing Macao to us. For this the Royal Portuguese Navy will be your most loyal friend."

Zhu Youxiao frowned when he heard this.

"and many more!"

"When did I say I would rent Macau to you?"

He only knew that Macau was forcibly occupied by Portugal during the Opium War, but he had no idea what the situation of Portugal in Macau was at that time.

As soon as he asked this question, everyone was stunned.

Even Zheng Zhilong was very surprised.

But Zhu Youxiao looked so serious and didn't seem like he was playing rogue at all, which made people a little confused.

Basil's reaction was even greater. Besides looking confused, there was even a hint of panic in his expression.

"Your Majesty, you can't do this!"

"Five years ago, you promised us to lease Macau for five hundred taels of silver per year."

"We have never defaulted on rent for the past five years."

Five hundred taels of silver to lease Macau?

Zhu Youxiao’s eyes widened.

He looked at the other people present. Neither Zheng Zhilong nor Shi Bangyao showed any abnormality when they heard this.

Damn it!

Could this be true?

Which grandson signed the lease agreement?

He was not sure whether that grandson was the former Apocalypse, but now, he absolutely could not accept this fact.

Never allow others to touch your wife and territory!

Before he could figure out how to start talking, Youtong, with one arm in a sling, walked in with his head bent.

"Your Majesty, the Dutch fleet has been cleared!"

"Eight ships were sunk, four were captured, 341 Dutchmen were captured, and countless others drowned."

Zhu Youxiao simply waved his hand at Basil and said, "I still have to go and clean up those Dutch who stole Taiwan. You leave first. I will come to Macau in person in a few days!"

When Basil heard this, instead of leaving, he said with a flattering smile.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to lead my fleet to help you."

"Our Governor of Macau once said that those rebels should be sent to hell!"

Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person.

Such Portuguese people made Zhu Youxiao speechless.

He shook his head and sighed.

"You are so good at licking that I suddenly feel a little soft..."

Chapter 167: Building Jingguan

Zhu Youxiao did not refuse to accompany the Portuguese fleet. In this kind of situation where other people's children died, the more they came, the better.

The huge fleet, towing the four damaged Dutch warships, changed direction and headed towards Fort Zeelandia again.

It was already evening when they returned to the waters near Zeelandia.

In two consecutive naval battles, the South China Sea Navy did not perform very well, which made Zheng Zhilong feel very embarrassed.

While on the way, he took his men and interrogated all the prisoners.

Surprisingly, the fishermen who were thought to be dead are still alive!

Moreover, they were imprisoned in Fort Zeelandia, waiting to be sold elsewhere as slaves.

At the same time, with the Dutch fleet being destroyed, there were only more than 300 Dutch soldiers left on the shore!

These three hundred men had to be divided into two groups to guard Fort Zeelandia and Fort Chikkan.

This news made his eyes light up, and he reported it to Zhu Youxiao immediately.

"Your Majesty, there are only a few enemy troops. I think there is no need to waste ammunition. I can lead my troops directly to the shore."

"This way, we can also ensure the safety of the civilians so that they will not be affected by the artillery fire."

Zhu Youxiao held his chin, pondered for a moment, and then raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Don't those Portuguese people want to contribute their strength?"

"Let them handle this matter!"

Zheng Zhilong immediately understood his intention when he heard this.

Although there were only 300 people left on the Dutch side, they were all musketeers. If a real fight broke out, there would inevitably be casualties.

It's better to have a friend die than to have me die, isn't it?

After learning the news, Basil did not retreat at all. After making sufficient preparations, he took his men and landed on the beach before it got completely dark.

It would be impossible to hide such a large fleet from the Dutch.

As soon as Basil and his men made a move, the sound of artillery fire was heard from the shore.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

At dusk, the shells hit the sea. Through the setting sun, you can vaguely see a rainbow reflected in the waves.

A Portuguese ship was hit, but it only splashed a large amount of wood chips, and then there was no other reaction.

Basil was moving forward completely under the artillery fire, without even making any evasive moves.

On the Fu ship, Zheng Zhilong looked at all this and couldn't help but sigh.

"Compared to the artillery of the Shenji Camp, this red cannon with solid projectiles is simply garbage!"

Sun Kangwang nodded and agreed: "That's right, a ship this big won't have much impact even if a hole is smashed in it."

Zheng Zhilong nodded, thinking about the scene when Li Dingguo and his men fired their cannons. Almost every shell that landed on the enemy ship could cause a considerable fire, which made him envious.

Seeing that Zhu Youxiao was always staring at the battle situation in front of him, he couldn't help but step forward and bowed and said.

"Your Majesty, I dare to ask if you can allocate some of the artillery used by the Shenji Camp to the South China Sea Navy?"

Zhu Youxiao nodded and said, "Okay, you can select 500 men from the army and send them to the capital to learn how to operate the new cannon."

"Once you have learned it, I will assign artillery to you."

The strength of the South China Sea Navy is related to whether the Ming Dynasty's maritime borders can be stable. Equipping them with mortars was part of Zhu Youxiao's plan.

Zheng Zhilong was overjoyed when he heard this and immediately bowed to express his gratitude.

As they were talking, Basil and his Portuguese fleet had arrived near the port. As they moved forward, they fired back with the cannons mounted on the bow of the ship.

In just a short while, two artillery batteries on the shore had been destroyed.

Of course, Basil also paid a huge price. One of the Portuguese warships had its mast broken.

Another warship was hit by a cannonball in the porthole, and the cannon inside was displaced, and two soldiers operating the cannon died on the spot.

A stick of incense later, Portuguese soldiers boarded the dock with muskets and began shooting at the Dutch soldiers guarding the shore.

It was the first time that Zhu Youxiao saw a scene of line shooting. Basil's men were about sixty or seventy meters apart from the Dutch soldiers, and they were taking turns firing.

That scene felt like a turn-based online game!

The scene ended only after several rounds when the Dutch soldiers realized they had no chance of winning and either dropped their muskets and surrendered or turned around and fled.

This made Zhu Youxiao speechless, and he turned to Zheng Zhilong and asked.

"Is this how they fight?"

Zheng Zhilong nodded: "Fighting on the ground seems to have always been like this."

Li Dingguo, who was back on the Fu ship, curled his lips when he heard this: "For such a bunch of people, our brothers from the Shenji Battalion can beat ten of them alone!"

Zhu Youxiao raised his hand and gave him a slap on the head.

"Don't be proud. Even a lion needs to use all its strength to fight a rabbit. Do you understand?"

Li Dingguo chuckled: "Thank you for your advice, Your Majesty."

Another stick of incense passed and Basil came back.

"Your Majesty, I have fulfilled my mission and captured all the Dutch rebels in the city!"

"Your country's fishermen have also been rescued, a total of 45 people!"

The previous count was fifty-one people, but now it's only forty-five. It seems that the six people must have really died.

After all, some casualties are inevitable when facing a military attack.

The fleet docked.

Zhu Youxiao walked on the creaking wooden bridge, smelling the smell of gunpowder in the air, and looking at the Dutch soldiers tied together not far away.

"Where is their leader?"

Basil quickly pointed his finger and said, "That's the man with the red mark on his face."

When the Dutch who were tied there saw Zhu Youxiao and others, some of them started cursing unwillingly.

"Asshole, let us go!"

"You despicable Portuguese, you are looking for war!"

"You lowly Portuguese people, you are willing to be the running dogs of the Ming Dynasty. You don't deserve to be here!"

"........."

Since Basil could speak Chinese, Zhu Youxiao did not take Ling Nan'e Zhenshi off the boat. Now he could not understand a word of what these people were shouting.

But I can guess that it's not a good thing.

Especially after these people started speaking, Basil's face became even gloomier. Zhu Youxiao was even more certain that the person these guys were insulting was not him.

He originally wanted to hand these Dutchmen over to Basil for disposal, but when he turned around, he saw the miserable plight of those fishermen in a corner of the dock.

Some of them had broken arms, some had knife wounds, and a few were even dying.