Wang Zhenchao was also unlucky. They encountered two difficult city defense battles.
The Bedouin cavalry was obviously different from the arrogant and brave Osa.
The Osans charged as soon as they came up, and they would not retreat until they heard the clarion call to retreat.
This gives the Renaissance Army's machine guns a lot of room to play.
But these Bedouins are always circling around the city wall.
Machine guns fired at them from a distance, and they immediately ran away.
A bunch of bullets are wasted, and not many enemies can be killed at all.
"Stop the machine guns. The enemy is testing our firepower. Ignore them." Wang Zhenchao immediately ordered.
These Bedouins are much more cunning.
Like last time, he has limited troops.
What was better than last time was that this time there was the assistance of the city defense army organized by Zhong Siming and the militia in the city.
He is not that weak in terms of military strength.
The walls on each side were filled with people.
Although most of them are people wearing casual clothes, this always makes people feel at ease.
The Bedouin took turns sending small teams to circle around the city wall to test.
Trying to wear down the patience of the defenders on top of the city.
But now Wang Zhenchao is not in a hurry.
What he lacks most is time.
He stopped the machine guns on the city wall, and then asked each of his companies to organize sharpshooters to snipe the Bedouin cavalry.
Cavalry riding at high speeds are difficult to hit.
"Just shoot their mounts, and wait until they fall off the horse to reload." Wang Zhenchao's mind was quick and he quickly thought of a way.
He half-knelt on the city wall, aiming at a camel. With a cry, the huge beast fell to the ground.
The rider on the camel rolled expertly on the ground and tried to stand up.
At this time, Wang Zhenchao's gunfire sounded again.
The Bedouin knight fell to the ground.
Although this kind of sniper killing caused minimal casualties to the enemy, it greatly boosted the morale of the locals on the top of the city.
Every time an enemy cavalry was sniped to the ground, there would be a burst of cheers from the top of the city.
"Faq, do your men only know how to play tricks? Didn't you see that the enemies on the city walls are teasing you?" Williams cursed at the Bedouin commander.
Although the commander was angry, he did not dare to show it in front of Williams.
It's just because Williams is a Chinese, and Chinese people are like emperors in Northeast Africa.
Although the Bedouins have no fixed residence, they are also afraid of the Chinese.
Williams wrapped himself up like a Bedouin and stood behind the Bedouin commander.
Even the Bedouin leaders at the grassroots level did not know that he existed as a Chinese.
He came to the Bedouin territory in western Egypt according to the plan of the Egyptian Governor Smith.
The plan to recruit mercenaries went smoothly.
These Bedouin people obviously like the weapons of the Chinese people very much.
This is better than real money, because in the eyes of the Bedouins, with guns, there will be more real money.
Having better weapons means they can expand their looting range.
Some big forces that they didn't dare to rob were now free to rob them.
But the number of mercenaries Williams needed was too great.
So much so that the Bedouin have to prepare a lot of time.
Williams spent several months in Bedouin-controlled territory.
In the past few months, he has made a plan of action.
The most important thing is the line of attack.
Through the Egyptians he succeeded in persuading the Sultan of Rah-Aytu to open the borders.
Of course, they can also pass through the Sultanate of Osa.
However, the Renaissance Army had just fought a battle with the Osa Sultanate, and there must be heavy defense on the side facing the Osa Sultanate.
Through Egypt's passage along the Red Sea, Williams successfully reached the northeast of Tadjoura with this 20,000-strong mercenary army.
This is where the Baath Army's position is weakest.
Because the Lakh Ayitu Sultanate in the northeast was relatively friendly to the Renaissance Army, they even repatriated the Tadjoura nobles who fled to them to the Renaissance Army.
Williams led these cavalry across the northern region of the Ming Dynasty like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
The order that had just been restored here was ruined.
Williams enjoys this process very much, and he really wants to do anything that can make the Renaissance Army uncomfortable.
"Mr. Special Envoy, the enemy's city walls are very tightly guarded. Our people don't have artillery, so it's very difficult to break through," said the Bedouin leader.
He wants to earn this benefit, but no one is willing to let all his men die.
"What you have in your hands are the latest rifles, which have a long range and a fast fire rate. As long as you press forward, there are enough people, and the firepower is intensive enough, the people on the city will not be able to raise their heads. Can't you see, the people on the city are
They are almost all civilians, and there are less than a thousand uniformed soldiers. The number is one-twentieth of yours. What do you have to be afraid of? At most, some people will be killed at the beginning, and you can suppress them later.
With machine guns, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Williams indirectly commanded this mercenary army along the way.
Previously, they implemented a strategy of rapid penetration and sudden advance, and these Bedouin flag soldiers executed it very well.
"Woooooooo..."
At the sound of the trumpet, the Bedouin retreated into the distance.
The locals on the city wall were very happy, thinking that the enemy had retreated.
But as a professional officer, Wang Zhenchao could see that the enemy retreated very neatly.
This cannot be a retreat, the enemy must be preparing to change tactics.
If the enemy was testing just now, then now they are about to start a formal attack.
"Everyone return to their positions, the enemy is about to attack."
It wasn't long after Wang Zhenchao's order was issued.
A semicircular white line pressed over the city from three sides.
The earth is trembling.
The dark faces of the temporarily recruited militiamen on the city walls turned blue-black.
Beads of sweat flowed down their cheeks.
Wang Zhenchao's soldiers had all experienced the baptism of the last city defense battle and had seen the scene. At this time, they held on to their guns tightly.
Although they also have some worries in their hearts, they are not afraid.
Because it was these few hundred of them who blocked the attack of nearly 20,000 cavalry last time.
They also cooperated with reinforcements to completely eliminate the opponent.
After that battle, the once powerful Sultanate of Osa suffered heavy losses and was no longer able to launch attacks on its surrounding areas.
At this time, these Renaissance Army soldiers just wanted to kill more enemies, just like last time, to cause maximum damage to the enemies before reinforcements arrived.
But this time the enemy they encountered was different.
They started shooting at the wall from a few hundred meters away.
Although those bullets have no accuracy, their density is very high.
In particular, the machine gun position in the center of the city has become the focus of the enemy's attention.
On several occasions, the machine gun position was silenced by fire.
The people temporarily recruited on the city wall suffered heavy casualties.
They don't know how to evade enemy fire, they only know how to shoot at the enemy.
Wang Zhenchao and his men killed more enemies, but this time they were unable to stop them.
And this time, they didn't have time to set up trenches outside the city.
Tadjola City is located in the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty. No one expected that the enemy would suddenly attack here.
"Well done, hurry up and rush into the city and eliminate all these people." Williams was excited when he saw the Bedouin blowing open the city gate with explosives.
The attack surface on the city wall is too large.
The enemy's rifle range is about the same as theirs.
Therefore, when he found that he could not stop the enemy on the city wall, Wang Zhenchao decisively ordered his men to withdraw into the city and engage in street fighting.
He first asked his infantry to increase firepower output and cover the militiamen to retreat first.
Then when the enemy blew open the city gate, Wang Zhenchao also led his men to withdraw into the city.
The city of Tadjoura is not large, and the narrow streets divide the city into several parts.
No matter how many enemy troops come in, they will be divided by narrow streets.
This is Wang Zhenchao's last chance to delay.
His own men had lost hundreds of men.
The only thing he can do now is to hold off the enemy and prevent the city from completely falling.
Between the original Sultan's Palace and the city gate is the widest street in the city, which can accommodate two carriages in parallel.
At this time, Wang Zhenchao had set up a barricade a few hundred meters away from the city gate.
Simple obstacles were also set up on the street in front of the barricade using door panels and furniture removed from residential buildings to slow down the advance of the enemy cavalry.
"Damn it, I'm afraid I'm going to end up here this time." Wang Zhenchao cursed in his mouth.
"Click, click, click..." The machine gun bullets were fired along the street at the enemies pouring into the city.
The corpses of the enemy men and horses in the front were piled up to form a small pile of corpses. However, the enemies outside the city gate did not know what was happening inside the city, and they kept pouring into the city gate.
Although it is more effective to stop the enemy on the street than on the city wall.
But Wang Zhenchao felt that according to the enemy's strength, they would not be able to hold on for long.
The first line of defense fell.
All troops had to continue their retreat towards the center of the city.
All the people in the city had fled into the palace.
Although the Tajoura Sultanate is not big, the Sultan's Palace is not small.
People throughout the city hid inside.
The men nervously placed obstacles around the palace.
Zhong Siming ordered that all things in the palace be moved out to set up defense lines.
Just now, Wang Zhenchao was blocking the enemy on the first line of defense.
The next few lines of defense were built by Zhong Siming and others.
Otherwise, Wang Zhenchao would not be able to stop him at all levels.
Wang Zhenchao wiped his face covered with gunpowder smoke with his sleeve, then spat aside a mouthful of blood and sand.
He looked back and saw that a hundred meters behind him was the square at the entrance to the palace.
There are still young men building positions there.
From time to time, people fell to stray Bedouin bullets.
But no one stopped.
Everyone living here knows that the Bedouin cavalry has another name, and that is "sand bandits".
The Sand Bandits will kill everyone and move everything away when they break into the city.
When there is no chance to choose life or death, people will always burst out with unparalleled courage to resist.
The city's defenders, who had just undergone a period of training, were now on the front line to resist with the Renaissance Army.
This slightly reduced Wang Zhenchao's pressure.
Reinforcements are coming soon.
Wang Zhenchao shouted in his heart.
Crossing Tadjoura Bay does not take long.
"Boom, boom, boom..." A pleasant explosion sounded outside the city.
Outside the city gate, there were still a large number of Bedouin cavalry who had not entered the city.
"Damn it, it's their warships coming." Williams looked towards the bay to the south.
In the distant bay two silver-gray frigates appeared there.
The muzzle of the main gun was raised high and it was firing in the direction of Tadjoura City.
The officers and soldiers on the warship were also very anxious. As soon as they learned the news, they rushed from the south bank of the harbor at full speed.
However, the flag of the Ming Dynasty on the top of the city still fell down, and the Bedouins were seen pouring into the city from the city gate.
The officers and soldiers on the warship were all furious.
Their anger turned into artillery fire and attacked the enemy.
The first batch of reinforcements that came with the warships also landed on the shore.
Williams sent a detachment of cavalry to try to prevent the Revival troops from landing.
But they couldn't get close to the dock at all.
The frigate's secondary guns and ship-borne machine guns blocked the entire dock.
Although Wang Zhenchao in the city could not see the situation at the dock, he could tell from the sound of cannons outside the city that reinforcements were coming.
Then he won't be in a hurry.
"Retreat to the square." Wang Zhenchao ordered.
As they retreated to the square, it was obvious that the Bedouin attack was weakening.
"Bang bang bang!" Three flares shot into the sky.
Wang Zhenchao wanted to tell the reinforcements that they were still fighting in the city.
"They are still holding on in the city, brothers, hurry up." Ma Sanbao rode on his horse, pulled the reins of the horse, and shouted to the cavalry beside him.
Then they rushed towards the city of Tadjoura without stopping.
No matter that there are far more enemies outside the city than them.
It wasn't that Ma Sanbao was brave, but that the enemies outside the city had already been dispersed by artillery fire.
As long as the enemies cannot gather together, Ma Sanbao is sure to deal with them.
The cavalry regiment rushed towards the south gate where the enemy was weakest, facing the port.
Even the ship-borne machine guns on warships can shoot here.
At this time, the enemies here had already retreated.
But some of the enemies retreated from the south gate into the city.
"Drive!" Ma Sanbao led his men to disperse the Bedouin cavalry outside the south gate.
Killed through the city gate.
The defenders in the city were fighting very hard now, and he had to rush over as soon as possible.
"The reinforcements are coming." In the square, a young man from the city shouted loudly, pointing to the street to the south.
Everyone turned around and looked, and sure enough, the Renaissance cavalry in green military uniforms was chasing a group of Bedouin warriors to fight.
Wang Zhenchao breathed a sigh of relief, this time he saved his life again.
"Let's go, withdraw." Williams said to the Bedouin leader beside him.
The commander was obviously relieved.
"Woooooooo..." The melodious horn sounded over the entire city of Tadjoura.