Chapter 211 Eastern Worker Ants

As a lieutenant of the Dutch East India Company, Noble, who was responsible for guarding Fort Zeelandia, had it easy.

Originally, this fortress was the headquarters of the Dutch East India Company on Taiwan Island, and it was not his turn to be the master here.

However, not long ago, an opportunity allowed him to rise from the ground. The Dutch head office sent the new governor of Taiwan Island, Jochri Pace, and Joseph, as the predecessor, naturally had to hand over to the new official, complete his last mission, and then return to his hometown in the Netherlands to enjoy the pastoral scenery and see the big windmills in his hometown.

It was just at this unfortunate time that Qin Hao led the Keelung fleet to attack, and Joseph had to stay in Chikan City on Taiwan Island to guard it, and at the same time suppress the tens of thousands of settlers from the Yilan area.

Looking at the ships on the sea that almost covered the entire open sea surface and sprayed flames and shells at Fort Zeelandia from time to time, Lieutenant Noble couldn't help but sneer.

"Stupid oriental natives! Haven't their gunners learned mathematics? Don't they know that the range of the ship's cannons can't reach Fort Zeelandia?" He took a few sips of the wine glass in his hand, and then watched this rare fireworks show from the window.

Although the number of cannons on Keelung naval ships is huge, they are too far away from the coastline, and can only splash water and sand on the beach and tidal line.

"It's really boring!" He proudly raised his neck and drank the red wine in his hand produced in Bordeaux, the grape holy land of France in the European continent. "Order the soldiers to strengthen their duty tonight and don't let these oriental natives sneak up!"

Danger always gives you the most fatal blow when you are most relaxed. It may be late, but it will never come.

When Lieutenant Noble was enjoying the power of Fort Zeelandia and making love with a very hot Dutch lady in his bedroom, more than ten small ships were lowered from the Sanhu on the sea, and sneaked towards the island under the cover of the sound of the waves.

The same small boats attacked several other nearby islands on the main battleships such as the Wansheng and Xuanwu.

When the sun jumped out from the junction of the sea and the skyline, the captain of the East India Company guarding the Fort Zeelandia rubbed his eyes, which were a little dry. He could hardly believe the scene that appeared in front of him.

On the roofs of St. Annesburg, a Dutch stronghold not far to the east of Fort Zeelandia, the flags of the Keelung Navy and Army and the unique Qin flag belonging to Qin Hao were fluttering in the morning breeze.

"You bastards! You must have been lazy and slept at night!" Lieutenant Noble, who got the news from the corporal, waved his command knife inlaid with colorful gems and roared at the group of black soldiers on duty at night, venting his dissatisfaction and fear in his heart.

The Keelung people landed. They set up more than ten cannons on the sandbags outside Fort Saint Anne, which could easily pour shells on the top of Fort Zeelandia!

Noble's hand holding the telescope turned pale because of the force.

In comparison, there are fifteen cannons weighing a thousand pounds on Fort Zeelandia. But unfortunately, these cannons have obvious flaws, either the muzzles face east or west, and they are all fixed on the turrets and cannot be moved at will.

These cannons of the Keelung Army in the east are a fatal danger to him and the soldiers on the top of the city.

"Fire!"

The artillery commander outside St. Annesburg waved the red flag in his hand, and the gunners who had been busy all night beside the artillery used the fuse in their hands to ignite the fuse on the artillery in an orderly manner.

In just a moment, the violent burning of gunpowder pushed the shell out of the barrel and flew along a fixed track. At the same time, the huge recoil pushed the gun carriage and the gun body back!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Several 12-pound shells hit the solid wall of Zelan!

At the moment of the bombardment, Lieutenant Noble almost felt the shaking of the wall under his feet, broken bricks and rocks flew everywhere, and a small piece of gravel scratched his face, leaving a blood mark.

"Clean the barrel, get ready!"

At the command of the gunner, the gunners quickly pushed the artillery back to its original position, the observer went forward to measure the shooting data again, and the aimer adjusted the elevation angle and position according to these data.

The second artillery, who was responsible for cleaning the barrel, held a long wool brush and dipped it in vegetable oil to clean the barrel and remove the gunpowder residue on it.

The loader quickly loaded the powder bag and shells. The loading process of a shell ran well like a precision machine, without any pause or jamming.

"Fire!"

After a round of debugging, more than a dozen shells fell directly on the eastern wall of Fort Zeelandia. The splashed bricks and stones became fragments of the explosion, flying in all directions without any regular trajectory on the top of the city, smashing all objects on their flight trajectory, or flying into these objects, whether it was a wall, a beam, or a human body.

Lieutenant Noble covered his bleeding neck and was still immersed in the last bombardment. When he reacted, the second bombardment of the Keelung Army had already arrived.

When the lieutenant turned around, he saw that a black soldier less than three steps away was hit on the head by a piece of broken stone flying head-on. In just a moment, the human body's strongest skull was blown away by the small broken stone. Scarlet blood and white brain matter sprayed on his beautiful blue shirt uniform, which made people want to vomit.

This scene made Noble feel like living in a virtual world. For many years, they have always used the advantage of firearms to oppress others, but today it is the turn of others to oppress themselves with firearms. How can Lieutenant Noble accept and understand this?

Since he set foot on the land of the East, he has always thought that all the wealth produced by spices, tea, raw silk, etc. should belong to the Europeans.

Those cowardly Orientals can only become worker ants who create wealth for the East India Company and work hard for the Dutch!

But today these Orientals gave him a solid lesson with artillery shells, subverting his previous self-proud worldview!

"Brothers! Good job! Keep fighting!"

A round of cheers came from the rear of the artillery position, which rekindled the enthusiasm of the artillerymen on the position, and their hands could not help but move faster.

The series of actions of cleaning, loading, and resetting the artillery were done as smoothly as flowing water, just to let the Dutch devils see who has better math ability.

Seeing that the Keelung Army had fired two rounds of artillery fire, according to general practice, at this time, they would stop firing for a while to give the heated barrels time to cool down. Lieutenant Noble decided to check the casualties and losses during this period of time.

However, before he could straighten up to check the situation, another huge noise came from the city.