Fighting in the night with no five fingers is a great adventure for any ancient army.Lord Costa was willing to take a small adventure, hoping to use the weapon of artillery to complete the attack on the enemy and achieve a good killing effect.In the same way, the Guards side also wanted to use night battles to play the individual advantages of their own troops.

All the soldiers who participated in the expedition were carefully selected, and all had high-intensity combat training on the chessboard and training ground, of which the number of night battles was considerable.In addition, the Guard has two night combat advantages, one is a large number of excellent grassroots officers.Blessed universal basic education, all of these selected officers have minimal military capabilities.

The second advantage is “dog meat.”

The "dog meat" in the dog mode is very small, the nose is spirit, fast, and there is no obstacle to going back and forth on the battlefield.And behind it, the five-hundred-man infantry battalion soldiers quietly killed them from inside the fortress and quietly touched the Portuguese position.

The Panjim area is an open field, with good vision during the day, and it is difficult to sneak attacks.At night the Portuguese wanted to go along the road to the north, transporting artillery for artillery shelling.The infantry battalion led by Wumen was silently detouring from the wasteland to the south, and all on foot, relying on "dog meat" to open the way in front and touch the enemy's defense line.

In the night of the black grooving, the smell of "dog meat" felt greatly exerted.It just smells of the enemy and knows where the enemy is and where its own people are.The close guard behind it uses the military array link to communicate and coordinate with each other, maintain the overall sharing of information, identify the enemy and me, and obtain a certain degree of "night vision" ability.

After leaving the fortress for about four kilometers, the "dog meat" encountered the enemy's line of defense.Due to the insufficient number of Portuguese troops on Lord Costa, there were also a large number of indigenous soldiers on the line who used only spears.Instead of strictly controlling the lights, these soldiers light a large number of bonfires on their fronts to provide lighting.

If it is completely dark, the indigenous soldiers will be completely incapacitated and even in disarray themselves.

For Zhou Qingfeng, defending his flank with indigenous soldiers was an extremely foolish decision.These soldier-free waste will only cause big trouble for the main force.But for the Portuguese, the use of indigenous soldiers was a means of saving money and effectively increasing deterrence – only because the local king’s army was less effective.

On the front line, several indigenous soldiers were talking in the local Konkani language.Their conversation had to be very careful, not to worry about the Night Attacks of the Guards, but the priests of the Inquisition who hated the natives to speak the native language.The Portuguese were planning to destroy the indigenous language, writing and history, asking them to switch to Portuguese.

The natives were talking, and a priest came to inspect with several Portuguese soldiers.They immediately stood motionless by the bonfire like frightened little animals, staring foolishly.Seeing their dark faces shone in the light of the fire, the visiting priests showed a look of extreme disgust—the Portuguese may still be tolerant of the natives, but today they are not in a good mood.

"Take care of your posts, don't just look at me like a few idiots."The priest was angry.There are many churches in Goa, with one or two thousand clergy.These men are now mobilized against the infidel armies of the East—and in just one day the death of the Portuguese army is greater than in the last few years.This made the Portuguese people of Goa angry.

The priest said a few words and turned around and left.He knew that these natives were particularly ignorant, and perhaps did not understand what they were saying, and were in no mood for much nonsense.But as soon as he turned around, his back shot a fly, and he put the priest to the ground.

This mutation shocked everyone by the bonfire.The Portuguese soldiers behind the priest were immediately angry, some of them went to the priest, some turned to the natives, and some people had already identified themselves as carrying out the attack, and they waved the sword and broke it.

The indigenous soldiers were also blind, and they were waving and screaming, trying to make it matter to them.But soon another fly shot out of the darkness behind them and penetrated the forehead of a Portuguese soldier.Immediately following a "silent" near the bonfire, no matter how loudly the Portuguese or the natives shouted, everyone felt silent in their ears.

Just as the Portuguese army and the indigenous soldiers were in a panic, a whole platoon of lances of spearmen suddenly sprang out in the darkness.The sharp iron spear only carried out two or three neat spikes, and all the people by the bonfire were stabbed to death.The whole process was swift and sharp, and the sharp spear of the guard who launched the attack was full of iron and blood, without hesitation.

In the darkness, with a pulley bow and stood out.She glanced around before the bonfire and beckoned to the back again.As a result, more Guard soldiers poured in like a tide under the leadership of Wumen, further expanding the gap in the enemy front.

“Honestly, into the enemy.”Wumen simply said, hundreds of soldiers in the company as a unit of rapid progress.

Each company will have at least two or three children recruited from Goa as guides.They are all little beggars brought by little Santos, and they are very familiar with the geographical environment here.Although most of them did not speak Han Chinese, they gladly accepted Santos's stated task of leading the Orientals to attack the church in Goa, despite a few meals and a bounty.

Recruited children all bathe, cut hair, and change new clothes.Sickness can even be treated.A ritualized process gives them a sense of belonging to the Guards.

These children are the bottom of the Goa authentic society, usually no one cares about their death, and they are full of hatred for the Portuguese rulers.To be able to get the reuse of the "Guardians" is a new birth for them.

More than a dozen children as guides, leading the guard quickly towards the city of Goa.Breaking through the lines of the indigenous soldiers, the whole team was not hiding its tracks, but just quickly maneuvering – now the night is their best ally.

The night raids even included a platoon of guns, and the newly purchased Arabian stallions were used to carry artillery.For the Arabian horse, which is taller and heavier than the Mongolian horse, there is no one in the Guard who is not happy.Because of them, both cavalry and infantry will have greater battlefield mobility.

In the process of breaking through the defense line and quickly interspersing, Wumen is both shocked and excited.The defences formed by indigenous soldiers were rather thin and lacking depth.Without the command of the Portuguese army officers, they have no initiative to fight.With the help of "dog meat" exploration, and Zhuo led the raid, only two or three bonfires were cleared, and no more intercepts were found along the way.

With the exception of a small number of Portuguese patrols, the indigenous soldiers remained in place like fools.Some of the indigenous soldiers saw the interspersed Guards, but they just stared at them in a daze—the Guards didn’t have time to take care of them, they were stupid, they didn’t even know what to say.Until the Guards disappeared into the darkness, they just did nothing and continued chatting by the campfire.

"No wonder the handsome man said that the natives here are born slaves, and this soldier has a bird!"The door cannot help but mockery in his heart.

Hundreds of people in the Guards began to split their troops, and one was going to Goa to destroy the church, most of them carrying explosive bags.Because Zhou Qingfeng judged that the colonists' church should provide some kind of gain-assistance to the Portuguese, it was he who carried out this task.Wumen personally took the cannon in the desert of the night and turned to the north, with the goal of...

During the day, after the Portuguese army stopped advancing, the investigators of the hot air balloons locked up the enemy's several camp key points.One is the headquarters, one is the artillery camp, and the other is the logistics stables.Zhou Qingfeng wants to destroy all three places, in the case of insufficient manpower, the only way to achieve this goal is to ride the gun platoon.

Before the battle of Zhenjiang, the performance of the cannon was moderate, not excellent or rare.Its strike effect is, but it has not been able to play a role in seriously damaging the enemy on the battlefield.This time the gun came out again.Zhou Qingfeng even spent a lot of money to buy the stallion for them to use, only to better carry 1617 improved riding guns.

Previously, due to the poor load capacity of the Mongolian horse, the excessive weight reduction of the riding gun caused the power range was too small.The new cannon doubled the weight and changed it to a 100 mm short tube large-caliber design, and the effective range was increased to 500 meters.On the current battlefield, the guard post is rarely placed 500 meters away from the camp, which gives the possibility of riding a gun platoon to play a blow.

According to the layout of the enemy camp on the hot air balloon during the day, Wumen led the team to rush to the position of the temporary camp of the Portuguese army about 300 meters.He was less than eight hundred metres from Lord Costa, commander-in-chief of the Portuguese Army, and it was all about touching the tiger’s ass.

Estimated time, breaking through the enemy's defense line is also ten or twenty minutes.The whole battlefield is still only in the direction of the river in the direction of the artillery battle, there is no movement on land.Wu Dao did not know whether to scold the indigenous soldiers too stupid or to lament that he was too lucky, anyway, he had already chosen the target at this moment.

Lord Costa's headquarters was in the middle of the camp, too far to reach the cannon.The direction of the artillery positions is in a messy, and there seems to be some action.The quietest was behind the enemy camp, the temporary stables of the Portuguese cavalry.A large number of horses are very casually circled on both sides of the road, and are cared for by indigenous servants.

The enemy's artillery and stables are within the range of the fire of the cannon platoon, and they hit that first?

Just as the Wumen was measured as who to fight first, His Excellency Anthony, who had just lost the battle during the day, was choosing his new mount in the lifes.He injured his leg during the day, and though treated by the priest, he was still in pain, and his actions depended on horses.His original mount was dead, and now he needs to pick a new one.

In the stables, several indigenous attendants were waiting for His Excellency Anthony’s arrival.They stooped and bowed their knees to a good Arabian horse, "This is the horse that the Arabs have just sent, only three years old, very docile, physically strong."

“It’s a good horse.”Anthony reached out and touched the horse's mane, very soft and smooth.The horse's temperament is also extremely gentle, and it does not resist the closeness of human beings, or even actively close."The damned infidels always hide good things, and they have to pack up before they can give it away."

Anthony pointed to Muhammad's Arabs, but he was thinking about the enemies of the East that were with their enemies.As long as he remembered the muzzle of the cavalry shotgun on the battlefield, he felt shudder.Then think of all the companions who had followed him, and only he survived, and he continued to praise the Virgin Mary and praise God in his heart.

"Good horse, good horse, good horse."Anthony, admiring, wondered how much such a horse would be worth if it was sold to Europe.He turned around the horse, and he had to hold his hand and help the saddle ride up and try it.

A cannonball broke out of the canopy from three hundred meters away and flew towards his position with a whistling.As soon as the shell shot down, a beautiful jump path was drilled, and a straight line was ramped in the stables, breaking the fence, and wounding the horses, causing a loud noise.

The movement of the shelling frightened the horses in the horses in the stalls, and the first second of the gentle Arabian horses bouncing, puffing their hooves..., His Excellency Anthony was staggered to the chest by the razed horse, and he was lifted up as if he were hit by a heavy hammer and fell.Before losing consciousness, he could only cry out: “God, why am I again?”