[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

When dozens of warships lined up outside the port, they opened the side gun doors neatly under the command of the semaphore, and then forcibly cut into the firing range of the fort by relying on the absolute superiority of numbers, covering the fort outside the port in an instant. In the rain, the scene is hard to imagine if you don't witness it with your own eyes.

What it represents is the afterglow of the world's third largest navy and the "empire on which the sun never sets" of the previous generation, and it is the proof that Spain is still a world power.

At the same time, the Spanish soldiers who witnessed this extraordinary power and were full of pride and honor had already set off. These soldiers in red and blue military uniforms sat neatly in the boat, led by the brave officers and flag officers at the bow. , in the undulating waves and the cold guns that may be shot at any time, rushed to the beach next to the Havana Harbor.

The atmosphere reached its peak when the first corps of soldiers re-hoisted the Spanish flag in Havana Harbor:

——We are fighting for the king, we are fighting for God, we are invincible! ——

Such thoughts are echoing in every soldier's chest, and an inexplicable impulse makes them feel that they are full of inexhaustible power!

Although those pirates have a record of beating the Spanish navy, even if the officers and chaplains told them the unbelievable facts before departure, at least now, when nearly a thousand well-trained soldiers are moving forward fearlessly, no one doubts Own troops will fail.

But contrary to the confident soldiers, the commander of the expedition, Earl Aranda, frowned at this moment.

The whole process went so smoothly—incredibly smooth.

But it is also disturbing. The expected hail of bullets was not ushered in, but there were also no local residents who cheered their liberation.

The whole city is so quiet that people can't help but suspect that the city has "dead".

Aranda began to pace uneasily in the captain's room, and began to think:

—Have the pirates escaped? ——

——No, if they ran away, they wouldn't occupy this place at all. Pirates who can see through my traps will definitely not be so stupid.And if the pirates had escaped, why hadn't the city been re-flagged in Spain by its loyal subjects?Even if the pirates committed unforgivable crimes and slaughtered the entire city, the city shouldn't be so complete and quiet. ——

Aranda looked hesitantly at the fort that was constantly emitting smoke and flames, and then at the boats of soldiers sailing to the port on the sea, and finally turned all worries into a sigh.

He also couldn't find a reason to stop the landing - you know, the trap that was easily seen through by the pirates had already made the country criticize him quite a bit, if he retreated without any resistance this time.

Even at this moment he could not slow down the troops, for the all too smooth progress which had made possible the "Liberation of Havana for a Day" was too great an honor to lure.

Even if he just ordered the troops to stand by and wait for the follow-up troops to fight steadily, it is probably not just that his name will be ridiculed and prefixed with "stupid", "cowardly" or "pretend to be smart". .

But that doesn't mean he can't do anything.

"My lord, I have brought the person you want."

The adjutant pushed a timid middle-aged man into the cabin, and then said contemptuously:

"When we found him, this coward was shivering in the closet with his wife in his arms."

"He knows?"

Aranda looked at the cowardly man and asked her adjutant.

"The window of his house is facing the pier. He should know the whereabouts of the pirates."

After the adjutant finished speaking, Aranda nodded at him, and then the adjutant exited the cabin knowingly and closed the door behind him.

Then Aranda smiled contemptuously, and poked the man with his scabbard on the ground who had curled up on the ground with his head in his arms.

"No...don't hurt us, my lord."

The man trembled like a frightened rabbit.

"In the name of God and the king, I will never harm the loyal subjects of the kingdom-but you need to prove your loyalty."

After speaking, Aranda squatted aside, grabbed the man's chest and made him face her.

"Tell me, what plot do those pirates have?"

"They...they..."

Under Aranda's gaze, the man was sweating coldly while stammering:

"They are hiding in the darkness...My lord! Those are not pirates! Those are monsters!"

"Trust me, I'm a monster when I'm angry!"

Arlanda made a strong hand and said fiercely:

"So please tell me what you saw before I get angry!"

"The boiling sea under the night sky... and a huge and terrifying black shadow..."

The man started shouting hysterically as if recalling a nightmare.

"Huge black shadow! Devil! Devil!"

"What? What did you see!? I thought..."

But before Aranda could finish her question, she was interrupted by a few muffled sounds in the distance.

"Meet pirates? How's the situation?"

Aranda left the man who was already limp and incontinent, and ran to the deck to question her adjutant.

But at the same time, he also had an inexplicable sense of peace in his heart that "the boots have finally landed".

"It's not clear yet."

The adjutant entered the market and reported:

"But I just saw two flags go down!"

"what?"

When Aranda raised the binoculars, he realized that the situation might be worse than he expected:

Because he happened to see the flowing flames rushing down the mountain...

No matter when and where, as long as the defenders still have sufficient supplies and strong fighting spirit, street fighting is the cruelest and bloodiest battle in all battles - because the complex terrain and extremely poor vision are enough to offset the number of offensive and defensive personnel The advantages.

Now, the unplanned narrow streets of the 18th century were the biggest help for the pirates.

The landing vanguard of nearly a thousand people has no advantage in numbers in this huge maze, let alone...

They still don't know what kind of opponent they need to face.

"Hurry up!"

When a group of Spanish soldiers who heard the explosion/explosion arrived, only a scorched black mark and a dozen or so wounded groaning/groaning were left in the alley.

And farther away, there are more wounded.

"what happened!"

asked the officer, walking quickly to the nearest wounded man.

"Pirates... pirates suddenly jumped off the roof..."

The wounded man's face was covered with fine pieces of iron, and the whole face was bloody and bloody. The scorched wound made the officer feel shocking just by looking at it:

"So we surrounded him with maces and shields...and..."

"Then what happened!?"

The officer hurriedly handed over his water bottle to the wounded, but at the same time he discovered a strange place—the wounded man's military uniform seemed to be...

"Then a group of idiots fell for it~"

In the stunned expression of the officer, the wounded who was dying suddenly showed a terrifying smile, and pulled out a clay pot with a burning fuse from behind.

And in the same way, the "wounded" who had been wailing incessantly also took out the same clay pots...

"BANG~"

And the same thing is happening now in the streets of Havana.

But only one unit was different-they went straight to the Plaza de Armas (Note 1) under the leadership of an experienced commander and set up a position here.

But their fate seems to be the same, even if the pirates did not play a sneak attack this time.

"Oh!"

After a burst of gunfire and gunpowder smoke, Barbosa's whole body looked even more tattered. He straightened his top hat which was riddled with holes, tilted his head and spit out a black bullet.

Then I saw him grinning at the soldiers in front of him full of big men who were desperately trying to reload their guns/guns.

Then calmly took out the clay pot, and lit the fuse with his burning cuff:

"Hahahaha, welcome to Havana, your hell!"

"bomb!"

Under the commander's hoarse yelling, the soldiers quickly scattered and ran away.

But this is not enough - the power of the explosion may be far weaker than they expected, but it does not mean that the lethality is poor.

The iron nails and iron pieces mixed with gunpowder in clay pots turned the whole street into a slaughterhouse in an instant. (Note 2)

However, such casualties were not unacceptable for this team of hundreds of people. The officer leading the team staggered out of the pile of dead men, and drew his sword at Barbosa!

"Soldiers, put on shields, maces, nets! For the king! Charge!"

"A bunch of idiots!"

Barbosa looked at a group of soldiers who were holding up shields and carrying all kinds of cold weapons. He turned around with a sneer, dragged a few large barrels from a hidden corner and kicked them over. A pungent smell quickly spread The air spreads.

Then, Barbossa smiled and tore off the burning cuff surrounded by soldiers.

……

When Barbossa, wrapped in a cloak, returned to the Governor's Mansion, white smoke was still rising from the thick leather cloak.

"How effective is my refined kerosene?" (Note 3)

Tang Xuening, who was standing on the balcony looking at the whole city, gave a slight nod to Barbosa, then complained:

"Remember not to use so much next time, let alone the output issue, if the wind direction is not right today, the fire will be out of control!

As you said before, my things are not easy to move! "

"But the Spaniards withdrew, at least temporarily."

Barbossa stretched out a finger from his cloak and pointed to the Spaniards in the city below who were driven by the fire, as well as the countless Havana residents who fled with them.

He looked coldly at the "liberators" and "liberators" who had already started fighting each other in order to escape.

"And I don't think the oil is good at all."

"why?"

The girl asked curiously.

"It burned off my beard!"

When Barbossa lifted the thick cloak, no traces of the fierce battle just now could be seen from his appearance, but the beard on his chin was crooked and scorched black.

"But it would be nice if it bought me a title of king."

"Barbossa, believe me, you will not be just a king."

The girl jumped off the balcony, came to Barbossa and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"When are you going to start?"

Barbossa looked at the girl in front of him and asked curiously.

"I don't understand why you let the Spanish army land successfully?"

"Because their fleet is not to be feared."

The girl interrupted Barbosa with a smile. She squinted her eyes and looked at the dense figures on the beach and said with a smile:

"That's why I have to wait for their troops to go ashore."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I had a cold and something happened, and I couldn't make it on time...

Note 1: When designing Spanish cities, they like to design a "Plaza of Arms" near the city's central axis, near the Governor's Palace, which feels like a parade ground.

Note 2: The real flowering rate of the flowering bullets of that era is very poor, as I have said before.The explosive ammunition used in the army is much better, because it uses a fuse to ignite-so the artillery of that era was a high-tech job, and they could calculate the fuse if they could calculate the ballistic.But even so, its efficiency is still bad, not only because of calculation errors, but also because of the casting process of the bullet/shell. It is normal for the shell to only become two or three pieces after the explosion/opening, and it is very lacking in group killing/injury. .

Note 2: The use of petroleum in the world can be traced back to BC, but at that time it was not used as a fuel, but as a waterproof coating (mainly asphalt).And until about the 5th century, the Persians separated fuel from oil as a weapon (of course, it seems to be doubtful now, and it is also said that it is refined vegetable oil, which was lost because of the cheating effect; another way of saying it is used Whale oil, which was lost because it was too expensive to afford).However, the beginning of the modern oil industry was not until 1859, when Drake extracted oil and separated lamp oil for sale.