Nanming: I can build wonders

Chapter 225 On behalf of Daming, we ask you to surrender (please subscribe!)
The offensive of the guards was like a broken bamboo, and the entire outer city was in chaos. The trigger rifles fired round after round, and countless Portuguese soldiers fell down every round, and their corpses were everywhere!
However, the Black Whirlwind rocket only fired ten rounds, and the effect was indeed devastating.

Facing the "black magic" of the Guards, the Portuguese had no other way but to pray for God's blessing.

A rocket concentrated on the gate of the church head-on. Suddenly, there were countless casualties at the gate, which almost caused a fire!
The place closest to the "explosion site", that is, around the entrance of St. Paul's Cathedral, is still crowded with living people waiting for trial, basically all sinful Portuguese or mixed-race Portuguese
This place is closer to God, people with yellow or dark skin are not qualified to stay here!
It's a pity that the place closest to God has the worst death.

"God, save us!"

Looking at the wounded crowd, a little Portuguese girl prayed helplessly.

And those who escaped by chance also fell into madness and the greatest panic. For them, Daming's rocket is simply the doomsday judgment!
This is not because the guards deliberately attacked civilian buildings, but simply because of insufficient precision.

If the attack on the church was intentional, the guards would have fired more than a dozen rounds, but they would not have fired one after another.

Governor Wen Lishi closed his eyes helplessly, he regretted a bit, he shouldn't have led the troops here himself.

"You bastards, show the courage of your fathers' explorers, mere Orientals, what are you afraid of, follow me!"

Holding a luxurious Western saber, Wen Lishi urged the soldiers of the reserve team with hatred.

However, he was screaming, but the soldiers were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, and none of them were willing to die generously.

They did lose the courage of explorers, and it is no wonder that they lost to the Netherlands in Southeast Asia.

The guards also noticed a few scribes standing on the church square, especially he was dressed gorgeously and gesticulating there. It was hard not to suspect that this was a big fish!
Simon, the soldier who surrendered, also realized that this was a good opportunity to make meritorious deeds.

"Mr. Soldier of Ming Dynasty, that is Wen Lishi, Governor of Macau, go and arrest him!"

Simon, the once loyal adjutant of Mr. Governor, pointed at Mr. Wenli and yelled loudly.

Although the guards couldn't hear Portuguese, they brought a translator.

Qian Yan's eyes lit up, and if he caught Wen Lishi, he wouldn't have to gnaw hard on the bastion, it's comfortable!

Wen Lishi didn't realize that the danger was approaching. He lay on the ground and continued to question the soldiers with sharp eyes.

"Can you guys fight like a man! How come the Kingdom of Portugal has you bastards!"

The soldiers did not answer him. What has the glory of the Kingdom of Portugal to do with them?
They have all come to the Far East to make a living, do they still care about these face-saving things?

No, they only know that their lives are their own.

Wen Lishi stood up dejectedly, and calmed down a little. After he calmed down, he found that there were crying everywhere.

Hearing these cries, Wen Lishi was really a little desperate.
Portugal's Macau colony has not been invaded by a strong enemy for decades, and the soldiers don't know how to fight!
Just as he was about to run back to the inner city, he realized that he was surrounded.

"Mr. Governor, put down your weapon and come with me!" said a Ming British sailor politely.

Under the muzzle of the black hole, Wen Lishi dropped his sword and surrendered dejectedly.

Wen Lishi looked up at the enemies who attacked Macau. He saw the faces of the guards clearly, then looked at their heights, and asked in Cantonese with a wry smile, "Are you from the Qing Dynasty?"

Wen Lishi is a Qing Dynasty expert in Portugal. He has lived here for a long time and learned to speak Cantonese long ago.

Most of the guards are soldiers from Fujian and Guangdong, and they can understand Cantonese naturally.

"We are the army of the Ming Empire, and we have come to take over Macau at the order of the Emperor of Ming!"

Cantonese-speaking soldiers from the Guards came to negotiate.

Wen Lishi thought to himself: Daming?Defeating the Dutch Ming in Nanyang, too bad, the Macau colony can't be their opponent.

Although he was captured, he still put down the trash talk: "Da Ming? You should go to the Qing people to settle accounts. What's the point of attacking a small Macau?"

"Looking for Tatar to settle accounts is something that will happen later. Now, please ask the Governor to surrender the St. Paul Fortress, otherwise the guards will not be able to guarantee the safety of the Portuguese in the church."

No foul language, but full of threats.

Wen Lishi saw the terrible black magic weapons just now, and the soldiers of Ming Dynasty still carried a lot of them. If they didn't listen to them, then these Portuguese people living in the outer city might have to go to see God.

Wen Lishi is still a responsible governor. He already knows that he will be included in the pillar of shame in the history books of the Kingdom of Portugal, and there is no need to sacrifice more people.

"Gentlemen of the Ming Dynasty, I swear in the name of God, Macau surrenders, please follow me to take over the Fort!" Wen Li said helplessly.

Surrender, anyway, the sky is high here and the emperor is far away, the Kingdom of Portugal cannot be liquidated on him, but is it really possible to take refuge in Daming?Wen Lishi was very hesitant, because he knew that the Qing Dynasty in the north was a giant, but he had no choice now.

Outside the west gate of the outer city of St. Paul's Fortress in Macau, a historic surrender ceremony is in progress.

This surrender ceremony will be regarded by future historians as a symbol of the total defeat of Western colonialism in the East.

In fact, Qian Yan's subordinates had completely controlled the St. Paul's Fortress. They even built barricades inside the city gates, set up formations, set up black whirlwind rockets, and deployed musketeers on the walls of the bastion.

And Simon, the Portuguese who had just surrendered and made meritorious service, led the priests and the governor of Macau who were once aloof in the past to surrender on behalf of Macau.

With his head down, Simon respectfully presented Qian Yan with a list of belongings for welcoming the Ming army.

"Your Excellency, please read this list!"

On behalf of Daming, Qian Yan promised to give him a good position in the future. It is said that he will command all the Portuguese troops in Ming Dynasty, so he felt the greatness of the emperor's grace, so he made good preparations. He prepared a copy of the property of the church and the governor's mansion list!
Qian Yan took the list and looked at it, and what caught his eye was the beautiful calligraphy.

Obviously, it was written by Simon who found a local calligrapher in Macau!

Not bad, very attentive, Qian Yan started to look at the content on the list again, this is the key!

"There are forty 12-pound bronze cannons, which are not bad, and can be used to fight the Qing Dynasty!"

"There are more than 8000 heavy-duty matchlock guns. Why are there so many? There are only so many troops in Macau. How can there be so many muskets?"


(End of this chapter)