第1150章投降不杀

莱蒙：我他妈的都已经进去了，你总不能让我出来吧！
“元帅，敌军真的登陆了！”
外面的人又重复了一句。
Lemon: If I log in, then I log in! What's the big deal! We still have 15 miles to go before we leave here! I don't believe the Ming army will come over and I haven't come out yet!
The people outside saw no response from inside and didn't dare to ask further questions.
The French army is still self-indulgent.
After landing in Normandy, Zheng Chenggong learned about the location of the French army, and he made a quick decision to march.
Using a mixture of musketeers and artillery units, they swiftly advanced towards the position of the French army.
The night falls, and a bright moon hangs in the sky, casting a snowy white glow over the earth.
The Ming army's main force flows through the jungle like a river.
The forward reconnaissance team carefully investigates every position, ensuring there are no enemies before the main force advances further.
The location where the French army is located is called Créully, a very famous castle in Normandy, France.
Shortly after dark, the vanguard of the Ming army has quietly approached here.
They quietly ambushed in the jungle, watching the bonfire in front and the loud noise of the French army.
At this moment, Lamon finally finished, he put on his clothes and came out, shouting, "Assemble! Assemble!"
The officers immediately stood up and rallied.
"Marshal, it's already dark outside. What should we do?"
"I heard that the enemy has landed and is heading towards our direction."
"Enemy landing? No, no, no, this is absolutely impossible, Marshal. You must have been fooled by those intelligence officers. The enemy cannot land so quickly. I mean, we have our naval warships near the coastline, it is not possible for the enemy to land so quickly."
Lemon was also skeptical of this news, but he still decided to gather manpower and prepare for defense, just in case.
"Gather everyone! Haven't you heard what I said? Do you want to get shot? You damn drunkards, gather everyone! Do you hear me?"
As soon as Lamon got angry, the people around him immediately became serious and ran over quickly.
The other officers began shouting loudly, "Gather! Everyone, gather!"
Shouts could be heard from the French camp.
At this time, the vanguard of the Ming army was led by Zhou Quanbin.
The scout in front quickly ran back: "Sir, there is a castle in the 11 o'clock direction ahead, and some of the enemies are outside the castle. They are drinking, and the number of people is about ten thousand or more."
Zhou Quanbin immediately became suspicious and quickly asked, "Where are the sentries around here?"
"No sentries?"
"What about the guards?"
"They are all drinking."
"This... happiness came too suddenly, Zhou Quanbin found it hard to believe."
He suddenly remembered Alice telling him that the French army was very powerful.
She called this powerful?
War is looming, and the army is so lax!
Zhou Quanbin immediately ordered, "Cannoneers, adjust the direction, fire power to cover the first wave, the first and second battalions take the lead, deposit quickly."
"Yes!"
The commanders of the General Staff immediately split up to convey orders.
The vanguard units of the Ming army began to move.
The first two regiments ahead rushed forward like flowing mercury.
The artillery battalion behind then adjusted the direction of the cannons, aiming at the stronghold provided by the intelligence scout.
“Fire!”
With a command from Zhou Quanbin, the serene night was shattered by the bombardment of the artillerymen.
A cannon after another traversed through the jungle, bombarding the French camp miles away.
A French soldier still held a bottle of wine in his hand, boasting to the soldier next to him about how wild the woman he slept with last night was.
"I continued for a full thirty minutes..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his back was hit by a cannonball, and his whole body was like a leaf swept away by the autumn wind, exploding into a mass of rotten flesh. Then, like a torn piece of cloth, he rolled in the air a few times before slowly drifting down.
The bottle of red wine in hand smashed aside, spilling red wine all over the floor.
The sticky iron cannon continued rolling forward for a distance and rolled to the feet of a soldier in front, who widened his eyes, looking confused.
However, before they could react, dozens of cannonballs came one after another, smashing into the French camp and causing the still oblivious French soldiers to be disoriented.
Marshal Lémon, upon hearing the sound, immediately turned his gaze in that direction, only to see his trusted general, Pongalai, being hit in the left leg just three meters away, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
That iron ball bounced on the ground several times, tearing through the bodies of two French soldiers in succession, and finally crashing under the tent.
"Damn it! Gather quickly! Hurry!"
The area where it was hit instantly descended into chaos.
The French army began to gather in a hurry.
But the Ming army had already rushed forward quickly, with the first wave of musket attacks sweeping indiscriminately.
Hearing the musket shots, the French army became even more panicked.
Before they could finish gathering, their formation was chaotic and disorganized. In the rush, they hastily loaded ammunition, with shots fired haphazardly.
明军上来就全力突破，打了一个强势的突袭，前面的法军顿时炸了，一哄而散。
后面的还不知道情况，另一边的更是懵逼。
As the Ming army charged in, they wielded bayonets and fired muskets.
The advantage of the breech-loading gun is fully demonstrated here.
"Run!" someone shouted, and several French soldiers around clutched their hats, turned around, and started fleeing.
其他人听到声音也跟着开始跑。
等慌乱中的挫败引发大规模的恐慌已经是二十分钟后的事了。
周全斌的人已经发起了全面进攻。
Lemon, with a disheveled escapee, rushed towards the castle and shouted, "Open the gate! I am Marshal Lemon, I command you to open the gate immediately!"
Little did Lemon know that he was just firing a cannon from the castle, never expecting that the enemy's real cannons were coming!
If he knew it would be like this, he would never leave the castle.
After an hour, the news reached Zheng Chenggong.
"General Zheng, the enemy has been defeated by our army, but we have not yet launched an attack on the castle. Please instruct further."
"Chase down the retreating enemy first, temporarily postpone attacking the castle!"
"Yes!"
As soon as Léon escapes back into the castle, order the men to shut the castle gate immediately.
The French army outside begs for mercy, but the castle gate remains closed.
On the second day, more than half of the French troops outside Creully Castle surrendered and became prisoners of the Ming army.
Following that, the remaining troops of Zheng Chenggong arrived and surrounded Creully Castle, leaving no escape route.
The French army was completely confused by this battle.
Marshal Lemoine, who hadn't slept all night, stood on the castle and looked down.
He saw the flags fluttering in the air, swirling like clouds.
The majestic Ming army, with a magnificent momentum.
In the open space ahead, heavy artillery cannons are neatly arranged.
Zheng Chenggong sent people to persuade surrender.
"Open the gates and surrender, surrender and spare your lives!"