"The artillery is so powerful, so amazing."

Someone murmured, Zuo Nianyuan's ears were buzzing. I don't know if it was shocked by the sound of cannons or because he was too excited, as if all the blood was pouring over his head. His mouth was half open, watching the shells sweeping across the army at the dock. The shells lasted for more than two hours, and the shells ravaged the pirates over and over again. From morning to noon, they fled blindly without eating or drinking in constant fear of death. The spirit of most people had been completely destroyed by the shells. The pirates did not dare to gather in a group, and they could not even concentrate their effective forces to attack the Hanhai City. Correspondingly, the Song army on the top of the city kept cheering, and the group members spontaneously cheered for the navy...

"Okay!" "One, two! I hit again!"

"Flying over, grandma's!"

"So beautiful!" "I hit it again!"

Every time the shells fell into the pirates, cheers rang out from the city, and the soldiers were so happy that they were celebrating the festival.

The shells roared into the crowd, sweeping up pieces of flesh and blood, and in an instant, the bandits were all over the ground wailed and rolled.

The flesh and blood were flying everywhere as if they were close at hand. Zuo Nianyuan looked at the scene in a flash. The shelling was comparable to the power of heaven and earth. He felt a chill spread from the back of his head and his spine all over his body. In the June weather, his skin was bumpy, and he was trembling with shock and excitement. "The artillery is really amazing!" The person next to him shouted loudly again, "Mr. Zuo, fortunately we are not enemies of the navy." Zuo Nianyuan heard Cen Zhibao's voice, and nodded, his eyes full of enthusiasm: "A real man should be like this!".

When Zuo Nianyuan and many young officers from Guangnan were in full swing, Cen Zhibao was suddenly surprised to see a pirate erecting a white banner. Throughout history, the white banner is also called the surrender banner, which means the two armies abandoned their weapons and surrendered during the battle. "Look!" He pointed to the white banner and shouted loudly: "The pirates have surrendered!" Less than three hours have passed since the South China Sea Navy started to shell out the white banner until someone erected it.

The pirates were not in harmony, and some people erected flags after they were lifted and landed, and some people began to imitate one after another.

Especially when the navy's artillery deliberately avoided the surrendered bandits and bombarded the pirates who had not yet raised the landing banners, there were more and more white banners on the WA Wharf. Later, the pirate leader could not find the white banners, so he could only tie the moon white clothes to the bamboo pole and shake them constantly, fearing that the official navy would not see clearly, and then smashed the iron cannons over. From the far end of the city, white banners fluttered in the wind, just like a funeral.

"Damn it, cowards, and pagans are all cowards!" Famatu shouted angrily, "The warriors of the Sultan would rather die than surrender!"

The response to him was silent. Yasin, Abad and other Dashi officers were dejected. Their faces were sallow and swollen, and some were also burned. Because they were in a heavy mood, the Dashi officers' eyes were very turbid, with their eyelids drooping. No one spoke except for someone who coughed with a hoarse throat.

At this time, everyone hoped to leave this hell-like battlefield from the bottom of their hearts, and the fear of death had enveloped everyone. They seemed to be in a nightmare that was difficult to wake up, with dizzy minds, stuffy chests, exhausted, hungry and thirsty, and extremely low spirits. Not far away, the injured soldiers were placed together like corpses, and their bodies emitted an unpleasant smell of blood, which could not be sustained for long. Surrender seemed to be the only way out, but no one dared to say it. The True God and the Sultan would never allow surrender. "Can you surrender?" "Will the pagans accept it?" "I'm afraid they will be killed." "If you like to kill, kill, you will never go back anyway." Everyone was struggling in their hearts.

"Where is Dong Dong's family?" Famaitu seemed to remember something and said sternly, "Come him for me!"

"He" someone stuttered, "I disappeared a day ago."

"What?" Famaitu's eyes suddenly widened, and a fierce light burst out like a beast falling into the trap.

At this time, the pirates of Song Dynasty who were trapped on the river bank of the Western Australia Pier raised flags of surrender.

Because in the fire attack a few days ago, most of the pirates fled to the shore, and there were as many as 40,000 to 50,000. Under these white banners, there were terrible scenes of the dead and wounded scattered on the docks, as well as the news that more than 20 fierce leaders who were kings and dominant among the pirates died under the cannon. The Dashi Navy still had only two or three thousand people, almost submerged in a submission banner. Now, the South China Sea navy could not tell which pirates were seeking surrender or who were stubborn. They could only suspend artillery attacks and sent people to the shore to discuss with Guangzhou Prefecture how to deal with the surrendered pirates.

Even Zhao Xingde did not expect the pirates to surrender so quickly. He was planning to send people to persuade him to surrender two days later.

The officials in Guangzhou did not expect that. In their eyes, these pirates were more crazy beasts than humans. The pirates came and went like the wind, and the offensive was extremely rapid. If the officers did not have an absolute advantage, they would never dare to attack the pirates. During the battle, many bandits were even fatally injured, and even if they were about to die, they might kill several regiments to train. The navy's artillery bombardment took less than a day, and tens of thousands of pirates entrenched on the WA Pier were mentally collapsed. The unstoppable blocks were beyond the expectations of every Guangzhou official, including Chen Gongju. The morale of regiment training was extremely high, but the officials fell into hesitation and disputes.

Some people couldn't believe this was true. For no reason, they insisted that the pirates were surrendering. Some people were reluctant to accept the surrender of the murderer because of the heavy casualties in Guangzhou some time ago, and advocated that since the navy army had arrived, all these murderers would be eliminated. Some people believed that God had a good life, and the pirates had already put up banners to kill prisoners. When Guangzhou was no longer threatened, everyone was rumored, and Huang Yuanlong, the academic government, finally found room for his performance. Whoever dominated the surrender, would have risen in Guangnan. The battle outside the city had ended, and the battle inside the city became fierce again.

Regarding how to deal with the surrendered pirates, the provincial school discussed the matter. All forces refused to give in to each other. They continued to quarrel, compete, restrain each other, secretly planned, empty promises, deception, authority transactions and other actions. One day and one night, Chen Gongju and Huang Yuanlong refused to give in. In the end, they asked Zhao Xingde, the Marquis of Wuchang, to let the pirates feared, accept the pirate surrender, but to ensure that those murderers whose hands were stained with the blood of the people of Guangnan were punished. Zhao Xingde had never seen such a strange request. The letter of request was attached to eight pages of various conflicting conditions, covering the ideas and requirements of various factions in Guangnan.

"They want to make people hysterical." Zhao Xingde handed over the official letter to Feng Mi and said with a smile, "This is not possible."

"What will the Grand Marshal prepare to deal with?" Feng Mi asked.

"This is my plan," Zhao Xingde looked at him, picked up another draft official letter from the desk, opened the cover and confirmed it, and handed it to him, "You inform Guangzhou Prefecture." He took the word "notify" a little bit harder, and handed the other case file to Liu Zhijian, and said in a deep voice: "This is a copy, accepting prisoners is not a simple job, everyone should prepare for work." Liu Zhijian nodded and took the case file over. Since there was a plan to deal with the prisoners, Zhao Xingde and Guangzhou must have reached a tacit understanding. Most likely, Chen Gongju had agreed to hand over the prisoners to Zhao Xingde for processing.

Zhao Xingde was determined to trap tens of thousands of pirates under the city of Guangzhou, and probably had the idea of ​​dealing with the prisoners. However, there was no joke or laughter, everything was understood. Since Zhao Xingde was unwilling to make the details of the transaction public, Liu Zhijian would not ask. He was just secretly funny. Guangzhou academician Huang Yuanlong and Chen Gongju fought for a long time, but in fact, they had already fallen into the pre-planning of Zhao and Chen. After Feng Mi left, Liu Zhijian opened the case file and browsed it roughly.

Zhao Xingde personally drafted the strategy, as long as it is not a special situation, his subordinates can make suggestions and discuss and modify them. The military commander and officers at the command level can also raise objections. Zhao Xingde will take the initiative to ask for his subordinates' opinions, but rarely express his opinions easily during discussions. Most of the time he listens to others' speeches. By listening to his subordinates' opinions, he can not only correct the inappropriate plan, but also understand the situation of his subordinates. Even if he did not listen to the correct opinions at the beginning, Zhao Xingde will regretfully admit his mistakes afterwards. If the correct modifications were made before, the result would be different. This is not a pretense.

Among the subordinates, Zhao Xingde's prestige was not damaged, but was more popular with the officers and soldiers. Everyone knew that Zhao Xingde was not a person who killed his subordinates for his stupidity. Therefore, when they executed military orders, they had no complaints. The smarter and more capable officers were, the more willing they were to serve him. When they transferred to other generals, they would be very uncomfortable.

"Jingdong Road selects five thousand reinforcements?" Liu Zhijian said in surprise, "They are heading south with General Zhou?"

"That's right." Zhao Xingde pondered, "If the navy's main fleet is damaged too much in order to establish a squadron, it will be more than worth the loss. Lu, Luo, and Deng originally had heroes in the world. After the training of many battles, they were mostly loyal, brave and reliable people, and came to serve as officers in the squadron. These loyal, brave and brave people have a future for their official positions and can also make the navy full of wings."

According to Zhao Xingde's estimate, among the more than 50,000 prisoners, at least more than 40,000 people were killed with bloody and evil people, and those who were not guilty of being killed. The South China Sea Navy defeated the weak and kept the strong, and could obtain about 20,000 to 25,000 soldiers available. The pirate gangs will be disbanded. With Zhao Xingde's old veterans as the backbone, seven squadrons will be formed, each with about 3,000 to 5,000 people, of which more than 1,000 to 2,000 are the main force of the squadron, stationed in important places in the Southwest Sea respectively. In addition, each squadron also divided into several frigates to protect the settlement of the South China Sea from the pirates and the earth king. In this way, the South China Sea Navy suddenly expanded from more than 10,000 to nearly 40,000 people. The entire Southwest Sea will be under the surveillance of the squadron. The South China Sea Navy will be full of wings, and the main fleet will not worry about going deeper.
Chapter completed!