At dawn, the dawn of the morning slowly emerged, breaking through the mist that rose up from the raging waves and falling on the sea.

The silver light on the sea surface contrasts with the morning sun close to the sea, like a delicate and beautiful painting. At this time, Tianjin Wei, stationed in Tanggu, was surprised to see that in the bay, huge ship shadows slowly appeared through the morning fog.

Even if there are ships outside Tianjin, they are still single, most of which are ships from the Maritime Bureau or envoys from the foreign vassal states.

But now, they clearly saw huge ship shadows suddenly appear in the mist. They had never seen such narrow and long ships, and the bulging sails had begun to close.

The military households guarding here have been garrisoning here for generations. They have never seen such a ship, or in other words, a fleet of such a size has never been here.

So, the entire dock was already in a panic. Commander Yang Xian got the news and hurried over. Looking at the huge uninvited guests on the sea, he immediately roared: "It's a pirate ship, it's a pirate ship, it's a pirate ship of Folangji."

At least he had read some newspapers and had more knowledge. The newspapers in Quanzhou were attacked by the newspapers in Folang. He had seen them and had described the ships of Folang.

Then his hissing roar came out: "Welcome to the enemy, welcome to the enemy!"

The entire dock, like a boiling hot pot, suddenly became boiling, and the panicked military households hurriedly searched for weapons.

When everyone found the arsenal, they remembered that the doors were closed all year round, and even the iron locks were rusted.

After finally someone smashed the door of the arsenal, everyone found that the wood of the spear inside was decayed. They knew that the remaining rusty spearheads were also like a layer of green clothes, with rust and rust bubbles floating.

Although the people who were rushing to see these, their faces were very bad, they still picked up the "weapons".

The Folang warship, which had lowered the sails and anchored, stopped moving.

Immediately afterwards, with a rumbling sound, the huge roar suppressed the raging waves and the wet roar. The cannonballs in the sky flew towards the shore like rain, and the solid iron ball was instantly shot out, burning red, like raindrops, smashing the trestle and warehouse into pieces. This so-called "cannon fire" may not be worth mentioning in later generations, but shooting artillery from the ship is enough to be thrilling for people of this era and scaring people's pants.

Immediately afterwards, small boats were placed on the magnificent ships, and the sailors of the Flang machine quickly slipped off the boat along the cables. The densely packed landing boats began to slide quickly on the water surface.

Tanggu was in chaos, and no one went to guard the beach where landings were landed. Several high grounds located at the entrance of Tanggu were set up. Yang Xian hurriedly brought his personal soldiers to the fort, but the posts here were no longer visible. He said angrily: "Star the fire, set the fire."

"Sir." The personal soldiers on the side said with a grievance: "This cannon has not been used for two years. Since the patrol guards were here two years ago, inspecting the preparations of soldiers, and the bombing was blown up, and several brothers were injured. Then..."

Yang Xian stomped his feet in anger, but saw the rain of fire falling down in the sky. He knew that the situation was going to go. Seeing landing craft cruising, and even a small boat rushed directly to the beach. Red-haired lobster demon soldiers jumped off the boat, and endless sadness suddenly emerged in his heart.

I never thought that Tianjin would be attacked. It has been peaceful here for too long. Everyone inside and outside the government and the country regards them as "idlemen". Scholars regard them as idle people who waste food. They themselves are self-deprecating. Apart from taking care of their own military fields, they no longer regard military preparations seriously. But now, when the enemy suddenly attacks... they can't even cram for a moment.

"No retreat, let everyone not retreat. If Tianjin is lost, the capital will be in danger. I will send orders... to send orders..."

Although he was in a panic when facing the encampment at this time, he still had some knowledge and knew that this matter was of great importance. If he was guarding Quanzhou and Ningbo and Guangzhou, he might be able to retreat, but he would never retreat here.

Since Tianjin is the gateway to the capital, what is terrible is that this is also the turning point of the canal. Once any accident occurs here, it means that the north and south canals are completely interrupted. What a terrible thing this is. If the capital loses grain, the world will be in chaos.

The canal transportation is of great importance.

Yang Xian gritted his teeth, pulled out the knife from his waist, and roared angrily: "If you kill the demon soldiers, you will die."

But at this time, more and more lobster demon soldiers had gathered on the beach, and then a row of muskets were shot out.

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These well-trained Ferron craftsmen, from the ship approaching the port, to the sails falling down to the anchor, to the charge on the flat-bottomed boat, to the beach, were completed in one go. These warriors were shouting in Portuguese, without any tension in their tone. They were very familiar with such scenes. From North Africa to the Cape of Good Hope, from India to Ceylon, from Malacca to this day, their landing today was as normal as eating and drinking water for them.

As soon as the musket sounded, the Folang robot gathered on the position, and immediately a ball of gunpowder rose. A team led the team to kill Qianhu and his seventy or eighty military households, and immediately turned into the soul under the gun.

Yang Xian on the fort looked at him and couldn't help but have a cold war. He realized at this moment that what they were facing was not a group of harassing bandits, but a group of truly well-trained troops.

It's over, it's all over.

At this time, he still had a little bit of Qingming Festival. He quickly pulled a personal soldier beside him and said, "Immediately... Immediately send a message to the capital, use a fast horse, use a fast horse, take the quest of my official, and rush to speed up the 100 miles. Tianjin... is about to fall. Please prepare for the response."

Yang Xian closed his eyes and continued, "Tell them that Yang Xian is so humble that he has received great grace from the country and cannot repay him. Today, he can only be crushed to pieces. Go, go quickly."

After he said that, his eyes were filled with ruthlessness. Tianjin was too important. Once it was lost, he could not bear this responsibility. This was a real shock to the world and a real country that was in danger. Its significance was no less than the change of Tumu Fort.

He gritted his teeth and said to the remaining personal soldiers: "If you escape today, you will die, so why not earn some pensions for your wife and children. Come with me!"

At Tanggu Port, muskets were made and smoke filled with gunpowder. The condensed "lobster demon soldiers" were already listed as a square array. With the strange screams, amid the brisk sounds of military songs, they were vast and deep into the inland. What remains were nothing but corpses everywhere.
Chapter completed!