Strictly speaking, this place is not suitable. The transportation here is too poor, but the traffic is relatively good. Myanmar is very strong and the Portuguese have no absolute certainty to manipulate them. On the vast east and south coasts of the Ming Dynasty, warships armed to the teeth patrol everywhere, and they are not allowed to be involved in this sea area. Even in Europe, no country protects its territorial waters so domineeringly.

Azeron took a thousand-mile mirror and looked north. His scout had long told him that the Ming army was coming.

When he really saw this army, he couldn't help but feel sour and contempt in his heart: Didn't they let them attend the dance? Is this group of soldiers dressed so fancyly, and want to win the favor of Siamese women?

Azeron just came from Portugal. He had never experienced the Battle of Macau and the Battle of Malacca. He had never fought with the Ming army and did not know the combat effectiveness of the Ming army. The Portuguese soldiers survived zero in the two battles and all fed fish with their warships.

Azeron drew a cross on his chest. He didn't want to wait for the opponent to attack before fighting back. He took off his military cap and waved it forward gracefully, and said, "Fire the cannon, my soldiers, send these people who don't believe in God to hell."

The moment the Franz aircraft rang, Ming Jun was a little confused. Peng Zhuze spoke like an eggplant and cursed: "The Siamese people don't have artillery, so this must be a white-skinned man. Why are these people so stupid? They can even use cannons to hit the snake formation?"

Without the command of the commander, the Ming army easily hid behind the bunkers such as stones on the mountain as usual, so as to avoid being injured by splashed stones. The artillery battalion on the hillside immediately set up artillery, adjust the angle, and prepare to fight back.

The dense artillery fire hit the Siamese positions, Azeron panicked and scolded: "Is my gunner drunk? Why did he hit the shells on our own positions?"

"Sir, it was the artillery fired by the Ming army on the opposite side."

It is hard for Azeron to believe that the Orientals also had such dense artillery fire. The shells were fired too much and needed to clean the barrel and cool the barrel. However, the sound of the guns on the opposite side had not weakened since the moment they sounded.

This time, Peng Zhuze brought not many artillery pieces, but there were also eight hundred...

This was indeed not many in the army in various places of the Ming Dynasty, but it was only ten times more than the Franji people brought. The Ming army took out their regular earplugs, blocked their ears, and opened their mouths to avoid being shaken out of internal injuries.

Peng Zhuze had seen the bombing in Liaodong, but could no longer see these things. He squinted his eyes and waited for the shelling to end, so he could lead the crowd to come forward to harvest the remaining enemies.

The royal family and officials of the Li dynasty in the distance looked at the battle situation in front of them, and they opened their mouths like duck eggs. This was the first time they had seen this way of fighting in their lives, and they had never even heard of it.

The battlefield filled with smoke gradually calmed down, and the Ming army swarmed down from the mountain.

The corpses that had been killed were lying on the ground in a row. The charred corpses smelled bad and the living were also extremely frightened.

The power of this shelling has exceeded the Siamese people's tolerance, and many people have become dementia and have lost their thinking ability. In addition, the soldiers and horses in red and silver armor from the sky have not had the idea of ​​resisting.

The new Portugal Siamese Governor Azeron was escorted to Peng Zhuze by a soldier to ask for merit. Peng Zhuze pulled out a sharp scimitar and asked, "What kind of official is this?"

Azeron's hat had long disappeared, his yellow hair was black and black, looking a little ridiculous, without the so-called gentlemanly demeanor.

He was nervously waiting for the trial of the enemy and had already made plans to become a prisoner. He had royal blood in Portugal and believed that His Majesty the Emperor would negotiate with the Ming Dynasty and redeem his own.

No one could answer Peng Zhuze's question. Both the enemy and us were speechless. Peng Zhuze grabbed Azelun's hair indifferently, and without waiting for the latter to struggle, he cut off a not-so-big head with one touch.

Peng Zhuze, who was holding this head in his hand and riding on the horse, sings: "Go out of the country and show our military power."
Chapter completed!