The first night attack was to personally command the gun platoon.This tall man, under the cover of the night, sneaked two new cannons, appeared outside the camp behind the Portuguese Qingqing forces, and the muzzles aimed at the other side of the lifes - Panimim's territory was very small, and the east and west was only six or seven kilometers deep, and the cavalry threat that could move quickly was too large.

“Come on, three seconds, no, no.Three minutes, man!As soon as the opening of the Wumen was a joke, the people who rode the gun platoon laughed straight in the night.

Just laugh, but after the fire really see the kung fu.

The improved mount was laid out in a two-legged gun mount at the bottom of a simple slope, and the automatic reset slipped after firing, and the loaders cleaned the cannons at a rapid rate and reloaded.Although the caliber of the new cannon becomes larger, it can achieve five rounds of rain per minute in the case of imprecise aiming only to pursue the rate of bursts.

The roaring thirty cannonballs were finished, and the cannons immediately slipped, ready to hide like an assassin in the dark.But when they dragged the hot cannon away, some of the artillerymen shouted in surprise, "Refugee, look at it."

The Portuguese built the only bicycle on both sides of the road, with more than three hundred horses of the Portuguese cavalry.Thirty shells were fired, and the blood of the poor horses in the horses in the horses immediately flew.The indigenous soldiers who took care of the horses were also chickens and dogs jumping.

Several carriages carrying forage were hit by shells and the fire was set on the spot.Under the fire, it can be clearly seen that enemy personnel are scrambling everywhere, and there is no effective counterattack.Not only were the indigenous soldiers running, but even the Portuguese officers were running around.

"The battalion commander, the horses."The soldiers riding the gun platoon saw such chaos, and each one of them was red.They were looking at more than three hundred horses that were out of control in the chaos of the enemy - although the scene was chaotic, the horses that could be killed were only a small part, and most of the horses were running around after being frightened and out of the ground.And Zhou Qingfeng came to Goa this time to goa, the original intention is to fight horses.

"Grandma, a bear, starve to death and be timid."

If the tall cattle came to command, he must strictly implement the battlefield discipline, ignore the horses who run around, and fight in full accordance with the battle plan.But Wu's gate, the stock was bold, and he waved his hand and drank: "leave five or six people to send our guns away first, and the rest go up with me to grab the horse."Take out your guns and shoot them when they don't see it right."

Wu said, adding: "Yes, catch those who raise horses as prisoners, let them drive us."We have too few people, and we take advantage of this cheaply.Now listen to my orders, up there!”

Riding the gun platoon thirty people served two guns together, at this time to rob the real people are not enough.Wu's leader caught the attention of the captives, and he had long ago found that the natives of this Goa were particularly good-nul, and did not resist when they encountered things, even if they were afraid to die.

Except for the service of artillery, the Wufen Gate uses its own military array link to link the remaining soldiers.They all fired short-pipe shotguns for self-defense, and ran in the direction of the enemy's stalls about 300 meters away.

The stables burned in the direction of several forage trucks, and there were everywhere people's heads.It is difficult to have responsible Portuguese officers stand up and reorganize the manpower, and a group of wolf-like "robbers" appear in the darkness.

"Those with big noses and military uniforms."The Wumen roared in a voice, and personally aimed a Portuguese officer wearing a saber and fired a shot.The thirty-mm short-barreled shotgun is not only a standard weapon of musketeers, but also a self-defense weapon for all service and non-direct combatants in the Guard.A shot can turn a person into a bleeding sieve.

The Portuguese officer who was shot flew down on the spot and fell to the ground.A group of indigenous Mave, who had just gathered, was horrified to die.The Wumen came up with empty shotguns to catch people, pushed them to drive horses, and followed themselves away - the natives of Goa were also talented, and they learned how to perceive the meaning of the ascendant as fast as they could in the hundreds of years of domestication.

Does God want us to take the horse?No problem, we’ll go horse-to-be right away.

Do the murderers want us to pull the horse-carrying vehicles?That said, we’ll do it right away.

The Wumen divided his soldiers into two parts, one of which went to bombard the Portuguese army and capture the indigenous prisoners.Part of them guarded the captives to ensure that they would not escape.The two parts also alternated, and the soldiers who had emptied the ammunition grabbed the captives and returned to take care of them.The guard soldiers rushed to reload the prisoners and loaded them.

Gunfire near the burning horses' steadyles continued to be killed and wounded in the night, and more prolific indigenous soldiers and horsemen were taken back.These captives were responsible for collecting horses for the people of Wumen and others.In just ten minutes, Wumen controlled more than 70 prisoners and nearly two hundred tall horses, including seven or eight vehicles carrying horse material.

When you find that your control ability is nearing the limit, Wumen immediately sees it and takes it away and opens a happy team to leave.When the Portuguese troops gathered to take over to regain control of the situation, they found that they had been robbed in their stables - in addition to the horses that were killed by artillery at the beginning, some horses were not deliberately slaughtered because they could not take them away, or left them to the Portuguese.

Your excellency Anthony was struck by the horses at the beginning of the shelling, and when he awoke he found many Oriental soldiers with thick barrel guns.He simply lay on the ground pretending to die, and did not move until his own personnel arrived and got up crying.

"The devils of the East have taken our horses."Anthony covered his chest and sought treatment from the priest who had come.But when he grasped a priest's hand and cried like a child, he found that the priest was not in charge of himself, but looked foolishly and foolishly to the direction of Goa City to the east.

What is the direction of the city?

Anthony turned his head and followed.Three kilometres away the church of Santa Catarina was blasted, the dome erupted and flames were blazing.Not for a while, the saint's soul and fire phoenix battle, the golden phoenix burned with fire, and the whole church of the merciful Jesus was turned into a large pyap of wood, and the burning half of the night sky was reflected.

There are many churches in Goa, and there are many flames.The fire is like a sea of fire, as if it were about to burn down the whole city.

“Oh, oh my God!”The priest immediately wept and cried, unable to kneel.The strongest of these sacred sticks are the most proud of faith, but when the sacred churches are destroyed, their strongest psychological defenses also collapse.

“Father, Father, treat me.I feel pain in my chest.”When Anthony was just kicked by the horse, his chest was numb and felt no sense.But now with the passage of time, he is getting more and more pain, and has reached the point of cold sweating.

But compared to Anthony's pain, more terrible things happened to the priest.When the other person tries to give treatment, he finds that the sacred force in his body is dissipating - the point of the sacred force drifting out of their body, like the stardust flying, slowly turning into nothing.The church was destroyed, the faith of the clergy was shaken, and the source of strength quickly dried up.

"No, no, the Father has mercy on me, and do not forsake me."The priest is groaning.Their system of magic is very different from that of cultivation in the East, and it is based on firm faith as the root bone, and gathers believers to practice.This power is easy to lose, and it is easy to lose.

Priests who lose their sacredness are inferior to even ordinary people, and they will be defeated, swallowed up, and melted.Anthony watched as the priest in front of him grew rapidly old, dried up, withered, and ended up becoming an ugly and terrible living dead man.

“Oh my God!”Anthony still habitually shouted, and he hurriedly loosened the priest's hand and endured the pain in his chest to avoid it.Not only was he hiding, but other Portuguese soldiers were also startled by the changes in the clergy around him.The priests, whom they regarded as the most holy and sure, became like the devil, and even more terrible than the devil.

"I've got to go to my uncle, and now he's the only one who can help me."Anthony was in pain and found a horse.He will continue westward in the direction of the enemy fortress.His uncle, Lord Costa, was directing the gunfight on the front, and the roar of the two 48-pound guns was deafening and powerful.

There are not a few people who think the same way as Anthony, a large number of Portuguese troops feel that the arson of the city of Goa must have a large number of enemy troops, now can only be the strongest force to their own side, a large number of artillery escort Lord Costa close to the line.They quickly headed west along the road, hoping to get shelter from the group...

But when Anthony and others walked halfway through the dark, they saw a series of meteors in the night sky in the distance.This beautiful meteor is so dazzling that it can even be called a brilliant light.They first flew up and climbed into the air, leaving a beautiful track in the dark night sky, and after a while, they fell quickly.

Anthony took hold of the horse's reins, staring blankly ahead, heartache.He thought at first that the meteor was made by his uncle, but he soon understood one thing—Lord Costa had no such thing in his hands, and that it could only be the Eastern devils on the west side who could make this move.

The stars fell to the ground and immediately exploded into a piece of fireworks.The explosion spread on the ground like a brilliant carpet of fire.A burning carpet is connected to a piece that covers the vast area ahead of it to form a sea of fire.In the sea of fire, it is a destroyed ammunition vehicle, a blown-up artillery, and a figure that becomes a person who keeps running with fuel.

"No, no, no. Don't do that."It would be Anthony’s turn to fall off his horse and howl.The Portuguese soldiers he followed around him were all sluggish, and everyone's heads were blank.“Lord, don’t abandon us?We need your guidance.”

God does not exist, nor does He come.There will be only one heavy rocket coming.With the improvement of the manufacturing process, the rockets manufactured by the "Revolutionary Army" no longer use rails to launch, but with a directional gun, so that they can achieve greater initial speed, better accuracy - and can also play with large-scale firepower coverage.

Zhou Qingfeng stood at the wall of his fortress and watched the covered fire of the barrage 1,500 meters away.He was speechless, even expressionless.

Wen Ruolan was nervous for a night, and now he followed the wall, and when he saw this brilliant but destroyed scene, he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "The man who used to have a high magic is a hero, and the king of strong technology in the future can climb to the top."

The sheriff laughed at this.