Chapter 755 The Shortest War in the World (Third Update, Please Subscribe)
The sound of artillery fire.
The sound of artillery fire in the early hours of the morning woke up the people of the entire city of Sambadur from their sleep, but people reacted differently. When the ruler Sultan Khalifa bin Said was awakened by the sound of artillery fire, his first reaction was - could it be that his brother had sent people to attack?
After all, they had just ceased fighting under the mediation of Britain four years ago and split into two countries. His eldest brother, the true heir to the throne of the Sultan of Oman, had always been very dissatisfied with his occupation of Sambadur. Even the division treaty four years ago was signed under duress.
The fact that he would send troops to attack us now is simply... amazing. After all, Oman has no ability to send troops across the sea to fight.
Just as he hurriedly got up and walked to the window, he saw several balls of flames suddenly rising from the sea, followed by deafening cannon fire.
Amid the sound of cannon fire, the sea and sky seemed to be lit up by the flames. At that moment, Sayyid vaguely saw a steamship.
"A steam-boat? A foreigner? Who? An Englishman?"
Almost instinctively, he thought it was just the British Navy. Could it be that the British supported Oman?
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, several huge balls of flame rose up in the distance accompanied by violent explosions.
There was a gun battery over there. The crude battery was almost vulnerable to the ten-inch naval guns. With just one round of firing, many of the Sambager soldiers on the battery were killed or wounded, and completely lost their combat effectiveness.
After a round of shelling, the boilermen began to board the ship. After several lifeboats were lowered, the armed boilermen boarded the ship and were towed by the right transport boat towards the shore. At this time, the sailors on the left transport boat had already taken control of the slave ship. Under the sailors' guns, the slave traders with daggers or scimitars inlaid with gems on their waists all raised their hands high. After all, the cannons were pointing at them.
"We surrender, we surrender..."
Of course, after they surrendered, those jewel-inlaid daggers or scimitars, and ivory-handled revolvers became the sailors' weapons. It must be said that the slave traders were very rich, and the sailors certainly accepted those jewel daggers one by one. This could be regarded as their gain in this war.
war!
This is a war!
During the bombardment of the "Tianlong", the sailors went ashore directly from the port. After going ashore, they did not encounter any resistance. There were even black slaves who came over and took the initiative to lead the way for them. Although the slaves did not know who these people were, no matter who they were, these foreigners definitely did not need slaves.
"Sir, the guards are all in the Sultan's Palace, the Sultan's Palace..."
Although the sailors could not understand the Arabic spoken by the slaves, they still understood what he meant after hearing their gestures. Yu Songyunchu led more than a hundred sailors and an 88mm light field gun towards the palace. The palace was a three-story Arabic-style building. As soon as they approached the palace, gunshots rang out. The 500 defenders guarding the palace leaned behind the windows and used the walls as cover to resist the invaders' attack.
"Quick, cannon, cannon..."
Although Song Yunchu was a naval officer, he was no novice in land warfare. While he was commanding the sailors to find cover, the gunners pushed a cannon towards the palace.
"put!"
Along with the gunner's roar, a ball of flame spewed out of the muzzle of the cannon, and the whistling shell directly blew through the thick brick wall. The power of the twelve-kilogram shell was extremely amazing. Just when the gunners were preparing to reload.
On the bridge of the "Tianlong" at sea, Ding Zezhong also noticed the flames exploding in the direction of the palace, so he gave an order to the first mate.
"Li Cunli, fire two shots at the palace, use the main gun... no, use the secondary gun!"
Ding Zezhong quickly changed his words. It was not that he was heartbroken about the shells, but because... there must be a lot of treasures in the palace!
It was just right to send those treasures to the Imperial Museum. I thought that when my son and grandson visit the museum in the future, they will hear the tour guide say, "These are the treasures that Lieutenant Colonel Ding Zezhong, the captain of the Tianlong, obtained from the palace of Sambagier Sultan in the sixth year of Shengde."
Using 254 naval guns...too violent!
I'd better use the secondary gun, 120mm, but wouldn't it be too powerful...
Just as Lieutenant Colonel Ding Zezhong was hesitating, several consecutive artillery shots brought him back to his senses. The whistling shells accurately hit the palace. Compared with the 88mm shells, the 120mm shells were more powerful. In the violent explosion, a wall was directly blown down. The seemingly tenacious resistance was simply not worth mentioning in the face of the fierce artillery fire.
After a round of artillery fire, Song Yunchu blew the whistle, and the sailors raised their guns and charged. Li Lei, who was at the front, saw a figure in the smoke, pulled the trigger, shot down the enemy with one shot, and rushed forward with his bayonet.
When he stabbed a guard to death, a group of guards rushed out in front of him, shouting in words that Li Lei and his comrades could not understand.
"&*%……&*"
Although he didn't know what they were shouting, Song Yunchu shouted when he saw groups of guards rushing out.
"Lie down..."
The moment the soldiers lay down, the Gatling gun behind them sounded. Although the Gatling gun mounted on the gun carriage looked clumsy, it was driven by an electric motor. The moment the gunner pressed the button, hundreds of bullets covered the guards like raindrops. For a moment, there were screams in front of the palace. Under the rain of bullets, the guards who had originally come with great momentum turned into a pile of corpses or even minced meat in the blink of an eye.
When the guards' resistance collapsed, the sailors jumped up and rushed into the palace again with rifles. Although the guards in the palace resisted stubbornly, they were mostly using P1853 Enfield rifles. They didn't even have time to reload bullets from the muzzles before they were knocked to the ground by the Type 70 rifles in the hands of the sailors. They had no power to resist at all.
"Team one is responsible for cleaning the first floor. Team two, team three, follow me upstairs!"
After Song Yunchu shot a black eunuch who appeared out of nowhere with a pistol, he gave orders and led his men upstairs.
"Sultan, Sultan, the enemy is coming,"
Amid the shouts of the eunuch in charge of the palace and the screams of the concubines' fear, Sayyid listened to the gunshots in the palace and asked with a pistol in hand.
"Where is Balkhash? There he is, Balkhash..."
Just as he was shouting his son's name, Balkhash, dressed in a white robe, rushed towards the enemy with a scimitar in his hand. However, before he could get close to the enemy, he was shot and knocked to the ground.
Balhash, who was shot in the chest, did not die immediately. Blood foamed from his mouth and his right hand weakly held a gorgeous scimitar. He watched the enemy coming towards him. It was not until this time that he could see the enemy's face clearly.
Yellow skin, black hair, they are...
"Ming, Ming people..."
Li Lei, who didn't know that he had shot a prince to death with one shot, picked up the scimitar directly. The knife looked really beautiful.
The scabbard was right next to me, great! I could take it back and give it to my son...
He then took the combat items for himself, and at the same time he deliberately looked at his watch.
It has only been half an hour, or 30 minutes, and I am looking at the palace that has been basically occupied by them, and at the indigenous people who have either been killed or surrendered.
Li Lei suddenly felt that his victory was unfair. After all, these people's weapons were extremely backward, and their weapons were even still in the era of muzzle-loading rifles.
This is simply... bullying!
Just as he was thinking this in his heart, someone shouted from the other side.
"Got it! Got it... The Sultan has been caught."
So fast?
But only two minutes had passed.
Uh, 32 minutes...
(End of this chapter)
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