Another morning, Bai Minghe sat on Molong's flagship and had breakfast, which was a small Luzon-style breakfast.

Of course, this is also one of the delicious foods of the Little Luzon people after combining many food characteristics of the Ming Dynasty. The white-famous crane used modern language to explain it, whole wheat, black beans, milk, roasted buns, and then boiled eggs and stone pressed oatmeal porridge.

Why do I say it is a bun? Because the little Luzons only learned half of the high-end stuff like toast, which is naturally not as authentic as the Byzantine baked.

"It's dawn!" Wan Xueer shook Qinghe who was still in her dream.

Huamei has already gone out, and the armor that was originally hung on the shelf has disappeared. Qinghe is still a little confused and asked blankly: "When is it now?"

Wan Xueer was very serious, standing by the window and looking out.

The black battle flag of the Sagala Dragon King had risen to the highest point of the mast, and fifty large ships and hundreds of small boats began to accelerate from the sea area. Wan Xueer picked up the telescope and looked at the distance. The distance here was still too far, with a total of twenty miles of water, and her telescope could not see the coast.

"Have they surrendered?" Qinghe was awake now, tidied up her long hair and asked.

"Is there anything to do with whether to surrender or not?" After Wan Xueer asked back, she realized that Qinghe was different from herself. Qinghe prefers literature, art, and painting rather than blood!

So Wan Xueer changed her words and explained: "What the young master wants is not them, but this place and the routes that can be controlled by this place, so there is no difference between them and not a place. If you drop here, you will have more laborers, and if you don't drop, you will have more corpses!"

"So cruel!" Qinghe regretted it a little. She shouldn't have chosen to go out to sea with her.

Wan Xueer didn't explain anything more. After all, Qinghe is Qinghe, and a woman with a drop of dew stuck to the tip of Qingqing Lotus.

And I, just like my name, I am afraid that my hands will stick to the blood of tens of thousands of people!

Huamei, standing at the bow of the boat, did not wear her own armor or a helmet, but just wore a headscarf on her head. No matter how the sea breeze blows her veil, Huamei's gaze was not the direction of Temasek, but the rising sun.

At this time, a cannon sounded alarmed these people with their own thoughts.

Hua Mei still didn't look back, just asked: "Check, how many people have been reduced!"

Someone went to do it, and these trivial matters were not required to be told too much.

On Mo Long's flagship, Bai Minghe still slowly tore the so-called whole wheat milk bread in his hand. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the sound of cannons. He just asked Mao Sheng in a low voice: "General Mao, when are you used to giving orders to kill all the enemy?"

"I've been used to it since the first time I stood on the battlefield with a knife in my hand." Mao Sheng responded with a smile.

Bai Minghe put the torn bread in his hand in his mouth and bit it slowly.

Mao Sheng asked Bai Minghe at this time: "You said, how many people will survive? Do you want to take a gamble?"

"No one will be there!" Bai Minghe didn't look up, his voice was still very slow.

Mao Sheng was stunned for a moment, but did not ask any further questions. He wanted to ask, but he hoped to ask why Bai Minghe said this after seeing the result.

On the beach of Temasek, there are five hundred small tiger squatting cannons, which are far from the heavy cannons that the white-famous crane entertains the thorns, but this thing has many benefits.

For example, it is very light, two people can carry the gunpowder, and three people can form a small cannon team. The range is not long, but it is a sling type. For targets within three or four hundred steps, even if you have a city wall, it will be useless. The most important thing is a dense coverage attack.

And it is very easy to load, and it is already very close to the loading method of a musket.

The front package is filled with oil paper bag and pressed tightly. The bolt that is still flintlock but does not have enough strength is replaced with a small hammer. The person who needs the cannon is accurate and needs some strength to knock it on.

Five thousand Japanese people, with five hundred little tigers squatting.

A volley shot shattered the wooden barrier wall of Temasek and killed thousands of enemies holding the original crossbow.

"Change the shotgun and lower the muzzle!" the Japanese leader shouted, almost the same as when they were training.

In the first round, as long as the enemy is not a stone wall, it can basically be easily taken down. The shotgun is replaced to directly deal with the enemy.

After three rounds of shooting, the large fleet had reached about five miles by the sea. The pirates of Temasek had raised white flags, and the attack speed was so fast that they could kill the enemy even more amazing. There was not enough time to give them emotion or regret, and they could only make a choice to surrender in order to survive.

The leader of the Japanese picked up the telescope and looked back at the fleet.

The flag of the Sagala Dragon King is still at the top of the mast.

A smile appeared on the corner of the Japanese leader's mouth. It was really good to follow such a person to do things. He pulled out his long sword and waved forward hard: "Kill, everything in front belongs to us. Mercy has been given to them, but unfortunately they don't know how to cherish it!"

At this time, a small boat quickly approached the shore, and the highest leader of the 30,000 Japanese people jumped off the boat.

"Are they allowed to surrender?"

Slap! A slap on the face of the leader who led the team to fight, and then the main Japanese general spoke: "They have given up surrender. If I tell you, this place needs to be completely removed. One thing to note is that the big guys above think this place is a very dirty place, so don't let us get sick."

It was a bit concealed, but the Japanese understood it.

After the command was passed again, the melee began.

On the sea, this is a distance that the telescope can see. When Mo Long saw the white flag for the first time, he thought the battle was over. But the Japanese seemed to be preparing to attack. Mo Long's reaction was that the Japanese were a little disobedient and should teach these disobedient ones a lesson.

When the Japanese leader came ashore, Mo Long thought his guess was correct, and he wanted the Japanese to withdraw their troops.

But he soon discovered that he had read it wrong. The Japanese leader brought some supplies for ignition, and soon the entire Haicheng was only swallowed by the fire. Mo Long suddenly discovered that his outlook on life and values ​​had undergone qualitative changes, and he also had some doubts in his heart, why these people were not allowed to surrender.

In the boat warehouse, Bai Minghe sat aside with a cup of strong tea and closed his eyes to rest.

Mao Sheng sat next to the Baiminghe: "It seems you guessed it, but now if you think about it, it's a good thing."

"The girl is doing something extreme. In her eyes, people are divided into three types: one is relatives, or family. The other is friends, that is, people who can be trusted, such as comrades on the same boat. The last one is the enemy. The so-called enemy is safe and reassuring. I once joked that she was bitten by a snake when she was a child, otherwise why would she be afraid of being stared at by the enemy in secret?"

Mao Sheng laughed dryly, and there was no way to interfere with these words.

The officialdom is much more complicated than this. Huamei can do this only because Bai Minghe is standing behind her.

Then she can live like this simple life.

"I think this is a deterrence. If any pirates dare to come here in the future, they must abide by the rules here. However, there is another question: What are the Japanese people in Huamei's heart?" Mao Sheng also guessed something in his heart, but he still hoped to hear Bai Minghe's speech.

"There are the kind that you like bones and can guard the house. The point is that you like bones and also like whips!"

Bai Minghe's explanation made Mao Sheng react for a long time before he reacted, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Did you teach me?"

"No, this statement was taught by Long Sui. When she gave her this boat, Long Sui used this method to describe it. Of course, you have to keep it confidential and this cannot be spread randomly. Of course, what I originally said was just that!" Bai Minghe pointed to a sword hanging on the wall.

Mao Sheng smiled cheerfully. Knife and dog have similarities, and of course there are differences.

Mao Sheng stood up with the table: "Before I go back to Beijing, I will teach that boy Mo Long another lesson. He probably doesn't understand what happened today. You will teach him in the future. I don't know who the new governor will come here?"

After seeing the Baiminghe nodded, Mo Long walked out of the ship warehouse.

On the deck, Mo Long stared at the sea of ​​fire in a daze.

"Loyalty can be divided into two types, one is great kindness and the other is small kindness." Mao Sheng stood beside Mo Long.

After Mo Long gave a gift, Mao Sheng continued to preach: "Little Mercy means you accept their surrender and let go of those who have already dared to fight again because of fear. Great Mercy means you shock the sea area and make everyone dare not resist, and naturally there will be no one who comes to die again."

"I don't understand. I remember there was a record in the books that massacre of the city was a very cruel thing?" Mo Long asked back.

"This is why you are not good at learning. It is cruel to massacre the city and kill civilians. What is the place here? It is the nest of pirates. Every one here is pirates, or it is related to pirates. They are sinners themselves, and they are not civilians. There is no need for little kindness on the battlefield. For your subordinates and the civilians of the enemy, only the word mercy is given to innocent and kind civilians. The rest does not include the innocent king, as long as you are enemies!"

Although Mo Long did not fully understand his deep courtesy, Mao Sheng's explanation still made him understand.

At least in terms of war, civilians, and kindness, he had a new understanding.

As for the sinless king, he still doesn't understand why he doesn't need kindness just because he is an enemy. He believes that he will understand it in the future.
Chapter completed!