The light infantry still has a chance to climb up.

But the heavy infantry will surely sink to the bottom like a weight.

As a result, Zheng's army troops faced a crushing massacre by Ning Haijun's cavalry. More than 5,000 people landed successfully, and less than 300 people ran back.

"What the hell are these black men doing?"

Shi Daxuan laughed and said: "It's possible that they gave up on Wusongkou!"

"How can this be?"

"Your Majesty gave Chongming Island to Princess Chongming. Cheng Shijie can deploy troops on Chongming Island, but Wusongkou is not his territory!"

Zheng Zhilong thought about it and felt that it might be the case. He had received intelligence that Cheng Shijie had more than 6,000 Ning Navy soldiers on Chongming Island. This was a considerable force.

If Wusongkou is not occupied, the next battle with Ning Haijun will definitely be difficult to fight. But occupying Wusongkou is different. Cheng Shijie is currently robbing maritime merchants at sea. Jiangnan maritime merchants because Ning Haijun’s navy controls the outlet of the Yangtze River,

They have been unable to go to sea for more than three months.

However, the maritime merchants of Fujian and Guangdong can go to sea, but there is a high chance of being robbed by the Ning Navy. In this case, the Jiangnan maritime merchants and the Fujian and Guangdong maritime merchants are already on their side, and it is all Cheng Shijie's own fault.

The road is dead.

After half an hour of preparation, Zheng Zhilong commanded more than 600 main warships, including black-tailed ships with twenty-four guns and Junk ships equipped with forty-eight guns. As for the single-layer bird ships, they did not even have a chance to participate in the battle.

Zheng Zhilong divided more than 600 warships into three waves, one after another, without giving Ning Haijun a chance to breathe.

Following Zheng Zhilong's order, more than 400 warships and more than 1,000 artillery pieces began to fire shells at Wusongkou.

"Boom boom boom..."

A thunderous explosion suddenly exploded on the sea surface, and a large ball of flame was ejected from the muzzle of the Shanghaomen naval gun at the same time. The black smoke spread in all directions like a hurricane, and it looked like a black storm was blowing on the sea surface.

The round lead balls flew out of the gun barrel at high speed, forming a hail of scorching ice and slamming into Wusong's mouth. The flames from the muzzles of the thousands of naval guns had not yet dissipated, thunder broke out again, and thousands more naval guns were fired.

The cannon opened fire violently.

Since the large-caliber naval guns of the Zheng fleet are all Hongyi cannons, the firing speed of the Hongyi cannons is slow, and the barrels need to be cleaned and the barrels need to cool down.

In order to increase the density of bombing and the intensity of firepower, Zheng Zhilong used naval guns as muskets and launched a three-stage attack.

When the first wave of more than 200 warships fired their port guns, they immediately adjusted their course to get out of the firing range, and began the second wave of warships to fire their port guns, followed by the third wave of port guns.

While the first wave of port-side naval guns began to nervously clear the gun barrels and install gunpowder and shells, the first wave of warships adjusted their hulls and began to fire shells from the starboard guns.

At this time, on the sea surface of Wusongkou, there were hundreds or thousands of naval guns in each wave. These round things followed all kinds of strange ballistic trajectories, roared and landed on piers, forts, hillsides... and exploded.

The huge ball of fire exploded, causing stone fragments to fly everywhere. Not to mention the lethality, the scene alone was scary enough.

The sailors who gripped their weapons and prepared for hand-to-hand combat were greatly boosted in morale, waving their swords and spears and shouting wildly. The lean and lean faces of the young warriors twisted up and let out bursts of laughter. As for the tall and strong black people, they were even more happy.

A war dance began on the deck.

There is no way, black people's entertainment instinct is too strong.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."

This round of bombardment by Zheng's naval guns seemed like a violent storm, with no intention of stopping. In fact, any warship has the firepower of a gun battalion. The sound of the cannons was completely indistinguishable, Zheng's

The battleships of the fleet reached a height of three to five hundred meters, and they attacked Wusongkou in a disguised manner.

Solid lead balls, chain bullets, grape bullets, etc. were poured out as if for free. The Zheng fleet was showing off its powerful firepower and terrifying destructive power.

They don't seem to be fighting, but they seem to be burying people with cannonballs. Looking at the entire Ming Dynasty, there are really only a handful of troops who dare to play like this!

The artillery shells fell like hail on the Wusongkou Fortress. The lead balls were jumping around, the gravel was flying, and the smoke was filled. It was extremely frightening. The morale of Zheng's army was getting higher and higher. They firmly believed that no army could hold on to the front under such fierce firepower.

If they don't break up, after this round of bombardment, they will be able to occupy the Wusongkou Fortress in a promenade posture and hunt down the fleeing enemies!

In Zheng Zhilong's view, no army in the world can withstand the bombardment of Zheng's fleet. This is his confidence and strength in fighting for hegemony in the sea.

Of course, if it were other Ming army units with such a large area, they would definitely collapse. Not to mention them, even Jiannu would also collapse.

To be fair, the current firepower of Zheng's fleet is much stronger than that of Ning Haijun on the Bali Bay battlefield. How many artillery pieces did Ning Haijun have at that time?

At best, it is less than one-tenth of the Zheng fleet, no, not even one percent. The Zheng fleet has six to seven thousand cannons. At this time, compared to the number of cannons on the battleships, Zheng Zhilong is really stronger than the Spanish Empire.

, which is also stronger than Great Britain's naval strength.

The Spanish Armada has a total of less than 200 warships and more than 4,000 artillery pieces. This is the strength of the Spanish Empire to dominate the Mediterranean and the Atlantic Ocean.

Zheng Zhilong is actually not weaker than the navy of any country in terms of the number of large warships, and is more powerful than the Ottoman Empire's navy of more than 200,000. His weak point is the artillery. Most of Zheng Zhilong's artillery are old captured artillery, and there are many

The naval guns are more than two to three hundred years old.

It's just a pity that the Ning Navy is really not an ordinary Ming army force, especially since they have an independent and complete defense system for land warfare and artillery warfare.

In this era, more than 99% of the army troops have no awareness of artillery defense. They either spread or build strong cities. However, Ning Haijun has a mature trench system, especially the soft soil when digging trenches, which can be used very well.

The key to the problem of absorbing the kinetic energy of artillery shells is that the trench is too narrow, and it is difficult to fall into the trench that is more than one meter wide.

At this time, when Ning Haijun built the bombproof cave, it was six feet below the surface, using three-inch thick wooden boards and logs with a diameter of more than one foot as support pillars. For example, the Wusongkou Fortress used cement pillars made of reinforced concrete.

To serve as a pillar, Ning Haijun conducted experiments and found that unless a forty-eight-pound gun was used, it would be possible to threaten the anti-gun holes.

Under the intensive bombardment of Zheng's naval guns, Ning Haijun was not without losses. After all, there were only more than 3,100 Ning Haijun in the Wusongkou garrison, and more than 4,000 young men were recruited.

Facing the overwhelming artillery shells, these recruits were frightened. They ran out of the artillery holes and fired randomly. They ignored military discipline and orders.

In this case, the soldiers who ran out of the shell-proof hole would definitely not end well. They would either be beaten to death or smashed into pieces by the shells.

Such high-intensity shelling actually hurt Zheng Zhilong's body.

After all, when a cannon is fired, gold is worth ten thousand taels, and firing a cannon is money.

As three rounds of naval guns were bombarded, Zheng Zhilong looked at a Japanese warrior next to him who had bare feet and two long swords on his waist: "Morimoto-kun, let's see how you perform next!"

In fact, if Zheng Zhibao hadn't wasted Taro Kumamoto who was next to Zheng Zhilong, he would not have been willing to use Morimoto Ikku. Taro Kumamoto was Zheng Zhilong's direct descendant of Xiaoli. As early as the third year of Tianqi, when Zheng Zhilong went to Xiaoli Kingdom, Taro Kumamoto

I got to know Zheng Zhilong. At that time, Tokugawa Hidetada ordered Kumamoto Taro to be responsible for protecting Zheng Zhilong, a nobleman of the Ming Dynasty.

As Zheng Zhilong's strength increased, Taro Kumamoto gathered a large number of samurai who had been forced to serve Zheng Zhilong. As Zheng Zhilong fought in the north and south, Taro Kumamoto even risked Xu Suxin's musketeers in the decisive battle with Xu Suxin.

The bullets rained down, killing and wounding more than 600 people, and cut off Xu Suxin's head.

In Zheng Zhilong's heart, Taro Kumamoto was his good dog. It was a pity that this dog died.

Ichiku Morimoto also knew that without Zheng Zhilong's protection, he would have no way to survive. There was no place for him in Xiaoriguo, and he had unintentionally offended Cheng Shijie. Although Cheng Shijie was not as powerful as Zheng Zhilong, he was still more than enough to deal with him.

Morimoto bowed towards Zheng Zhilong: "General, please rest assured that you don't need to send other landing troops. The 2,400 brave warriors under my command are enough to easily capture Wusongkou!"

In Kazuhisa Morimoto's mind, facing such a sharp bombardment, there should be no survivors in Wusongkou, and they could go ashore to collect the bodies.

It's just a pity that Morimoto Kazuki was wrong, and very wrong.

Ikki Morimoto didn't know that this time he hit a brick wall.

Morimoto pulled out a long knife and pointed at Wu Song's mouth: "Kill him, no chickens or dogs will be spared!"

Two thousand and four hundred young warriors brandished their swords and howled loudly. They rushed towards the pier in more than sixty small warships. They moved quickly, rowing the boats like swordfish, and rushed on in a few strokes.

On the shore, a large number of young warriors jumped out of the ship and rushed straight towards Ning Haijun's defense line without stopping.

When Cheng Shijie arrived at Wusongkou, he happened to see these young warriors rushing ashore, still five or six hundred meters away from Ning Haijun's defense line.

"How is it going?"

"Some recruits were killed in the bombing, so it's not a big problem."

Cheng Shijie looked at Wu Sheng and said: "These young warriors, all leave me fertile land!"

At this time, Cheng Shijie's face looked a little ferocious. Wu Sheng had seen this scene before on the Baliwan battlefield.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Wu Sheng loudly ordered: "All artillery troops ignore their landing troops and landing ships. The target is their large warships. Concentrate firepower to sink their large warships!"

After receiving the order, Ning Haijun's artillerymen hurriedly ran out of the artillery hole, then pushed the artillery into the artillery position.

Of course, the artillery cannot fire immediately.

The warriors were barefoot these days, and soon after they landed ashore, there were screams.

Morimoto said angrily: "What's going on?"

"There are nails on the ground, and our warrior's feet were pierced!"

"Baga, as a warrior, I can't even overcome this small problem!"

Ning Haijun did not immediately start to fight back. After all, the distance was too far. No matter crossbows or muskets, they were helpless at a distance of four to five hundred meters.

However, it does not mean that the samurai can successfully log in these days.

"Puch!"

A young warrior fell into the mud and struggled to get up. He didn't feel anything unusual. In fact, it was the fierce fire oil released by the Ning Haijun defenders.

However, there is a pungent smell of sulfur or gunpowder smoke everywhere in Wusongkou.

I didn't feel anything unusual these days.

When we were still fifty or sixty meters away from Ning Haijun's formation.

Cheng Shijie ordered: "Light the fire and serve, roast the suckling pig, not the Japanese pig."
Chapter completed!