Chapter 212 Native Cannon Fodder

The third round of bombardment of the Keelung Army began again.

Lieutenant Noble had to stick to the ground of the city wall like the group of humble black soldiers, so as to avoid the same fate as the black soldiers whose heads had just been chopped off.

After a while, after hearing the sound of the bombardment stopped, Noble jumped up like a lemon essence, not caring about tidying up his military appearance, and shouted loudly, "Damn it, why don't you fire back?! Why don't you use our cannons to teach them a lesson! Fire for me!"

"Lieutenant, don't be in a hurry to shout, our cannons are fixed on the four corners of the turrets. Unless you are Jesus, or you have the power of Zeus and can quickly move those behemoths, otherwise, no matter how many shells we fire, it is impossible to hit the opponent's position.

On the contrary, it may consume ammunition in vain and attract the enemy's firepower!" A white officer of the artillery sneered at the accusation of the new commander, and ridiculed his amateur behavior in his words.

It's obviously just luck, and he got promoted by connections. What's so great about it!

"That's right! If you really have the courage of a knight, then fight your way out of the city and drive the enemy into the sea. That's what you should do, not quarrel here!"

Lieutenant Noble has always been arrogant and unpopular in the Dutch garrison in Taiwan Island, relying on his relationship with the previous commander.

However, he does not think he is a fool. On the contrary, he feels unusually aware of his own wisdom and considers himself a smart person.

In the conversation just now, he keenly captured an opportunity to create a miracle from the words of his colleagues and subordinates.

"Troops assemble!"

He was going to lead 150 Dutch soldiers, 500 black soldiers, and 1,500 auxiliary indigenous Christian soldiers in Fort Zeelandia to go out of the city to destroy the artillery positions of the Keelung Army.

"Lieutenant! Is this plan feasible?!" Many white soldiers raised questions.

"Those oriental natives only have fierce artillery fire, but they don't have infantry weapons that can compete with our muskets. Even if they do, we can definitely send them to the sea with our hand-to-hand assault and the bravery of the knights!"

"Soldiers! Believe me! As long as you fire a volley of gunfire, the enemy will scatter and flee for their lives, and collapse! Victory belongs to the Dutch!" Lieutenant Noble announced this great plan that originated from him with great momentum.

According to the limitations of the times, his ideas are not without merit. The Ming army of this era was indeed like this. Either they were not equipped with inferior firearms that they dared not fire, or they did not dare to fight hand-to-hand. Facing the enemy's swords and guns, they had no faith to resist at all. Turning around and running away to save their lives was their primary task.

It's a pity that he had no contact with the Keelung Army's army. From the day it was established, this unit, in addition to being equipped with a large number of firearms, raised hand-to-hand combat to an unprecedented level.

Since Qin Hao established the Keelung Army, he has always believed in a point of view that soldiers who dare not fight hand-to-hand will not be good soldiers. They will easily lose their faith in any battle, and then collapse and scatter, causing immeasurable threats to the entire army.

Therefore, until now, the monthly hand-to-hand competition is still popular in the army. The winner will be promoted and get money, so every musketeer is a strong hand-to-hand fighter.

"The red-haired devils are coming out?!"

Zhang Hu, who set up his own temporary command post in St. Annesburg, was quite surprised, "This method really works! The Zheng family kid is really talented!"

The tactic of landing and then using the opponent's blind spot to bombard the city wall instead of using mortars that are more effective in siege to attack the city head was proposed by Zheng Sen to Zhang Hu.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, he didn't expect that after three rounds of shelling, the Dutch defenders in Fort Zeelandia really couldn't bear it and went out of the city to fight in the field!

"Sir, should we also send troops to fight and teach these Dutch devils a lesson?!" Shi Shi, the battalion officer of the front battalion of the Wuwei Army, couldn't help himself.

Seeing that other armies have been fighting all over the country in recent years, they have made countless contributions and received countless rewards. Everyone has hundreds of acres of fertile land and many wives and concubines at home, while the Wuwei Army can only move around with the fleet. They have few opportunities to make merits, get promoted and receive rewards. Not only do they live an unhappy life, but they are also often discriminated against!

This makes the battalion officers of the Wuwei Army very angry!

Zhang Hu grinned for a while and looked Shi Shi up and down, "Old Shi, you are an old man too, right?!"

Shi Shi blushed and replied, "Exactly!"

"Then you should be promoted!"

"Can the thousand men in your camp deal with the two thousand red-haired barbarians?! Don't embarrass our old brothers!"

It is said that it is better to provoke a general than to send him away. As soon as Zhang Hu said this, Shi Shi's face turned red immediately, "Please rest assured, sir! I will only take the thousand men in the camp to meet the enemy, and we don't need any artillery fire. Support! Just use muskets and swords to teach these red-haired barbarians and black ghost soldiers a lesson, let them know how ruthless our Keelung Army is! "

"Then go and try it!"

After receiving the military order, Shi Shi did not dare to relax for a moment and led his soldiers out of the position. Looking at the weird natives with broken hair and tattoos who were roaring and dancing, Shi Shi tried to calm his soldiers down, "Brothers, it's nothing! They are just some natives. We have killed many in Luzon and Malacca. There is nothing new!"

The soldiers looked carefully and found that the natives in front of them did not seem to be much different from the natives they had met before, except that they all wore a cross on their chests and were better equipped.

"Bah! You dare to compete with us with our swords and guns?! You don't know how to live or die!" In the queue, a young soldier who had just grown fluff on his mouth spat fiercely on the ground.

"Line up!"

"Everyone move forward! Press forward!" A sharp copper whistle sounded above the team, and the soldiers of the front camp of the Wuwei Army put their weapons on their shoulders and marched towards the enemy's position with neat and steady steps!

"This damn group of Eastern pagans! How dare they show off their square formation in front of us!" Lieutenant Noble had not yet sorted out the formation of the native troops, but he saw that the Keelung Army troops in the distance had already pressed up in a mighty manner. Although the number was half of his own, the momentum of moving forward was incomparable to his messy team.

He was a little disappointed, and even began to doubt whether his decision to leave the castle and fight outside the city was a mistake.

But at this moment, it was too late to retreat. The Keelung Army on the opposite side was only more than 200 steps away from him.

If he ordered a retreat now, those natives would probably not be able to retreat back to the castle, and there was a great possibility that they would attack his troops and cause unimaginable losses.

So Lieutenant Noble gritted his teeth and made a decision secretly, let those dirty natives fight these damned Eastern natives!

In short, these natives can be described in one word, cannon fodder.