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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seventh All Killed

In the castle of Jelancha, Paul, the chief of Formosa, soon received a war report from Felbger. "Silly fool, how much company wealth does Felbger use to forge his medal?"

Every mercenary is a valuable asset of the East India Company, because in the Eastern world, there are no more than in Europe, as long as the latter has money, there will be a steady stream of mercenaries to serve you.

Therefore, the rich Dutchman in the country beat the big duck and then followed the English bull.

But this is the East, a world thousands of miles away, and every mercenary is precious. The number of casualties of hundreds of people is really huge. During the three years of the senior official's tenure, Paul's casualties, and the war against the Spanish, were not as huge as that of the current one.

This made him very angry.

He could not imagine how many soldiers in Ferbger's hands would survive after the war ended. There were also the indigenous people, and the excessive casualties would also allow them to quickly change their attitude towards war.

But Paul had no choice. He could not continue to draw the few Dutch soldiers or Chinese security teams left in Heliao Port to reinforce Fernbug, and he could not dispatch the defenders of Jelanzha Castle outward.

It's not dawn yet!

Paul stood in annoyed manner in front of the window, looking at the dark sea, and became more annoyed the more he thought about it, and punched the windowsill hard. "Damn Chinese, damn Zheng Zhilong--"

If it weren't for Zheng Zhilong's sudden strategic change and sudden changes, this war wouldn't have happened at all.

The night passed by day. When the sun shone on the earth, the Dutch, who had the firepower, immediately launched a retaliatory attack on the defense line of the Yi soldiers.

As the fireworks rose, the shells were sent to the top of the mound ahead.

There is a low chest wall built on the top of the latter, which is the fortifications of the Yi soldiers. Several connected mounds look like this, directly connecting to the edge of a dense forest in the distance. The same is true for the mounds that go inward. These mounds that fall in front of Jialuo Village scattered in the front and back, left and right also cover the path leading to Jialuo Village.

Standing on the high platform Ferbger could clearly see that behind these mounds was a large group of Chinese people. They could not even have cold weapons, and many people were holding sickles and hoes.

A big red flag stands on the top of a mound, fluttering in the wind, with the five big words "South Road Pursue Guo" written on it!

"Boom boom boom boom--"

Cannons roared.

The location of the flag became the focus of Dutch artillery bombardment. What annoyed Fernberg was that the shooting of two six-pound cannons and two three-pound cannons did not hit Daqi once.

The low wall on the mound was smashed to pieces. This offensive could withstand arrows and guns, but it was not good for artillery.

But what puzzled Ferbger and the leaders of the Turkish-Han and Black coalition behind him was that Guo Huaiyi raised a big banner, but the person did not show his side. Even his subordinates did not appear on the top of the mound, as if the large group of Chinese people behind the mound were fake, and after the low wall was built, it was bombarded by the Dutch.

"Guo Bao." Felbger called out a person's name, "You, take people forward immediately. Let's see what the hell is Guo Huaiyi's idea."

There are obviously so many people behind the mound, but there is not one person on the top of the mound. Are those people real or fake?

Guo Bao showed an embarrassing expression on his face, but he didn't have the courage to say 'no' to the Dutch. In other words, he knew mentally that he could not refuse Felbger at all now.

Because of the losses last night, the Dutch looked at him so coldly that it was shocking.

But he had already chosen his position and had to climb the path he chose even if he had to lie down.

It’s not human inside or outside, this is the destination of the traitor.

"Boom..."

When Guo Bao, with dozens of people, holding shields made of wooden boards and even pot lids, carefully touched the mound outside, a series of grenades suddenly fell from the sky.

Then how could there be no one?

But everyone was hiding in the trench behind the earthen wall, and only a few lookout hands insisted on the surface.

Explosions sounded one after another, and balls of smoke rushed straight into the sky. The entire position was shrouded in the smell of gunpowder. The Han soldier led by Guo Bao happily rolled down the mound.

This war model was something Ferbger had never experienced. Guo Bao's failure did not discourage him. Instead, he scolded Guo Bao and his men for being a group of timid cowards. Then he selected Marco's deputy Luther to lead dozens of Dutch soldiers to attack a mound, but ended up miserably.

The defenders above had no contact with them at all, and just threw waves of grenades condescendingly. Before consuming all the grenades in Guo Huaiyi's hand, even the Swedes, the most capable of attacking in Europe, had no choice but to face such a situation.

Fairboge's face was so congested and red, but years of experience in war told him that he could not be forced now.

The few low mounds in front of him may not be unable to conquer them, but he cannot spend too much time here. Zheng Zhilong's large army is approaching step by step. The order given by Relanzhe is to take Guo Huaiyi's head as soon as possible so that the Han people in the south of the island can know their power.

The news of the "failure" last night had already been returned to Gerranzhe, and Paul's anger put a great pressure on his shoulders.

So, he didn't have time to rush here. He had to change his direction.

Although there are several low hills here, it does not mean that the geographical location of Jialuo Village is very dangerous. This is the Chichi area, which belongs to the coastal plain. He can attack Guo Huaiyi from another direction with a turn of his troops.

The road from north to south is covered by several low hills, which can be from east to west or from west to east, and there is no problem. He just needs to turn the direction around and bypass the hills in front of him and the surrounding dense forests.

“Everyone is ready.”

Behind the mound, Guo Huaiyi sent an order. Thousands of young and strong men with swords and guns looked like a mute. At the same time, on the road north of Jialuo Village, shield trucks were preparing for the final preparation.

“Hurry up, hurry up…”

Buckets of clear water were poured onto the quilt outside the shield cart. Afterwards, strong men would push the shield cart and run forward desperately after just one order.

Zheng Lian was also dressed up in a strong outfit, holding a waist knife in his hand, and behind him were 200 musketeers recruited by the New Army and 200 Guo Huaiyi.

Guo Huaiyi's mission and his own plans were not going to be fine if he repelled the Dutch attack.

To eliminate Dutch soldiers as much as possible, eliminate the Dutch's vitality, and create favorable benefits for future siege and offensive wars, this is why Zheng Zhilong wins over Guo Huaiyi, and this is Guo Huaiyi's own plan.

To make meritorious people, you must make great achievements, right?

"Brother, the red-haired guy has retired, and the teams of those characters are in chaos." Guo Baoyu loudly mocked the aborigines.

These people are so high.

It was messy and noisy, and there was no order. The Dutch offensive was frustrated and forced to change direction, so the indigenous team of two thousand people naturally had to follow it. No one else needed to do it, and they themselves became a mess.

Guo Huai looked at Zheng Lian and laughed, pointing at the shield car, "What did I say? This thing is not available here at all."
Chapter completed!
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