"Are they them?" Wu Junhou handed the telescope in his hand to Yan Jiu. Yan Jiu took it, looked at the boat shadow in the distance carefully, and then handed the telescope to Olivier beside him.
Ya.
"It's them!" Olivia did not take the telescope he handed over, but said with certainty: "I can recognize this kind of Portuguese hard sailing ship, even if it is burned to ashes!"
Yan Jiu nodded towards Wu Junhou: "Yes, Commander Wu, these guys are the ones who bombarded our people!"
Wu Junhou chuckled: "It's enough to find the culprit. Next, you can just watch the show. If you dare to go against Wu Yi, these guys must be colluding with the rebels. If you don't send them into the sea today, I will follow
Their last name!”
"Commander Wu!" Yan Jiu reminded, "There are smoke piles on the beach. It should be our people sending signals. When the fight starts later, be careful not to accidentally injure our people!"
"Don't worry!" Wu Junhou responded loudly and began to issue orders.
Unexpectedly, Wu Junhou was a little excited after taking off the uniform of the standard guard, and he could still be passionate at sea. The orders he issued were also a little confusing. Although he had been on the ship for more than half a year, he was nominally the commander-in-chief of the fleet.
Commander, however, this maritime battle cannot be accomplished quickly by an infantry force who was still dawdling in the Beijing camp half a year ago! Fortunately, from the very beginning of its establishment, the fleet has thought of the problem of pirate operations at sea.
Wang Yue took great pains to recruit some talents from the navy from various places. Although his orders were a bit messy, these former navy officers and soldiers who were familiar with water warfare directly filtered out his messy orders.
Gu Zi followed the formation instructions they practiced during daily sailing, deployed the fleet, and bared his fangs towards the four Western fleets that were trying to turn.
The rapid turn made the officers on the small command platform on the ship's roof unsteady. Benson finally grabbed a railing and stabilized his body. He looked at the huge and continuously following with some fear.
fleet!
Next to him, the bearded colonel was also looking a little embarrassed. The pipe in his mouth had long gone. The bearded colonel with a solemn expression had no intention of looking for his beloved pipe in the cabin at this moment.
He just stared at the approaching enemy ships, quickly calculating the wind direction and range in his mind.
"Prepare for battle!" The words that had been brewing in his mind for a long time were finally shouted out. He carefully observed that although these ships were big, they were obviously not regular navy ships.
The structure, or the flag flying on their mast, looks more like... an armed merchant ship?
Pirates! This is definitely a pirate. He made a judgment in his mind. In addition to the huge cargo warehouse inside, does the opponent's huge ship still have gun emplacements? At best, they only have two or three artillery guns on one ship.
However, in terms of firepower, his fleet still has the advantage. Having spent some time in the East, he naturally knows how these Eastern pirates fight. For them, artillery fire is just an auxiliary. What he is better at is using artillery fire.
Threatening to suppress the enemy, and then relying on two ships to connect to send a large number of armed personnel to their target. How could the majestic Portuguese naval fleet be defeated by such inferior tactics.
Suppress them with artillery fire and then keep the distance. Such a bulky armed merchant ship must not be able to compare with your own warships in terms of speed. As long as you have distance, your fleet can take them down like a target without haste.
Send them all to the bottom of the sea!
This was the battle strategy that the bearded colonel decided on during this short period of time. Unfortunately, when he was thinking about it, he didn't see Benson's face turning as white as paper beside him.
"No!" After hearing the colonel's order to prepare for battle, Benson shouted loudly regardless of his superiority or inferiority.
The bearded colonel's face darkened. At this time, he did not want to hear any words that were not good for morale.
"Captain Benson, where is the courage of the Portuguese soldiers in you?" His eyes were like daggers: "There are no cowards in the Imperial Navy who are afraid of war!"
"No, Colonel, I recognize this fleet. There must be some misunderstanding!" Benson said hurriedly, fearing that the colonel would not even let him speak and would have someone take him down.
"We can't fight, Colonel, this is General Qian's fleet!"
"No matter whose fleet it is, making such a gesture is a provocation to the Portuguese Navy!" The bearded colonel's face did not change: "Sometimes, in addition to expressing one's friendship, one has to show one's fists and teeth in order to win over the other party.
Captain Benson, don’t you know such a simple truth?”
Benson was almost sweating. Seeing that his fleet was slowly unfolding, the gunners who had already loaded their ammunition were holding torches and staring at the approaching Ming fleet. The battle was about to break out at any time!
"That's under the premise that we know we will win, Colonel, this is a battle with no chance of winning!" he shouted loudly.
"Come here, let Captain Benson stay and rest!" The bearded colonel ignored him, and several burly soldiers immediately came over and dragged Benson, who was shouting, out of this little
The command ship building.
"Colonel, you are ruining our fleet. I will report everything you did today to the commander. You will regret it!"
Hearing the shouts that gradually became fainter, the bearded colonel smiled contemptuously. A small captain actually thought that he could interfere with a colonel's command of the battle. He was really a whimsical guy. Maybe, these days, he was not interested in what he heard.
Being so polite made this guy feel a little complacent.
"After the enemy ship enters the shooting range, fire freely. Each ship will follow the flagship, maintain the course, and do not let the enemy get close to a dangerous distance!"
The first cannon shot finally rang out, and soon after, thick smoke billowed from the ships of the Portuguese fleet, and the deafening sound of the cannons resounded throughout the blue water and blue sky.
After a round of shelling, there was a brief pause. The gunners were cleaning the barrels and loading ammunition. Taking advantage of this gap, the bearded colonel raised the telescope in his hand and looked at himself amidst the layers of gunpowder smoke.
The results of this round of bombardment by the fleet.
There was a layer of white mist slightly rippling on the sea. It was the layer of water vapor stirred up when the cannonball hit the water, or the smoke drifting from the ship. He couldn't tell, and he didn't want to tell. There was a pungent smell coming from his nose.
It was the smell of burning gunpowder mixed with the fishy saltiness of sea water. It was his favorite smell. Before he raised the telescope, he almost felt excited expectation in his heart. If nothing unexpected happened, this round of shelling would
At least one or two of the opponent's ships will be severely damaged, and maybe even one of them may be sunk!
It's a pity that this expectation was completely shattered by the sight coming from the other end of the telescope. In the telescope, the other side's ship slowly came sideways, indicating that this round of shelling did not target these ships at all.
Huge ships, causing fatal damage.
What made him even more aware that the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to have suddenly dropped by half was the hatches that were opened one by one on the sides of the enemy ships that were passing by, and the hatches that were pushed out of those hatches one by one.
The dark muzzle.
"Damn it, this is not an armed merchant ship, this is a warship disguised as a merchant ship!" He put down his telescope and issued the order as if madly: "Leave, leave, all ships leave the battlefield!"
Before the flag-bearer beside him could even issue the order of their beloved fleet commander, his ears were filled with a series of huge sounds from heaven and earth. Then, this poor flag-bearer, like all the hands on the flagship
Just like the crew who had not caught anything fixed, they flew out of the shaking flagship without any fancy.
Olivia tightly plugged her ears with both hands. With the vibration of the ship's cannon, her body lost her footing and she raised her head and was about to fall backwards.
Yan Jiu did not behave in such a girlish way. When he saw Olivia falling down next to him, he used his hands to hug the other person's plump body tightly. Olivia was lying in his arms,
Looking at the handsome face that appeared in front of her, she grinned, a little shy, and wanted to say something. Unfortunately, even if she put her ear next to Yan Jiu's, Yan Jiu couldn't hear it. Between heaven and earth, except for
The huge sound of cannons and other sounds can be ignored.
"What a shame!" Olivia let go of her hands covering her ears and stood up. This action of covering her ears was purely subconscious. How could the always tough sister Olivia act like this?
move.
But Yan Jiu had such good eyesight, he accidentally saw the somewhat feminine side of Sister Ao.
The two of them had no idea how long the gunfire lasted. Anyway, in their impressions, the bombardment seemed to be continuous and endless. Qian Wubing's non-stop shooting theory, in the Li people's Rome
It has not yet been implemented in the corps, but in his fleet, it can be implemented perfectly long ago. If it were not for the commander's order, the sound of gunfire in the gun cabin could even use up all the ammunition reserves without stopping.
Their ears were still ringing when they saw Wu Junhou coming down from the high ship building and shouting something to them.
"What!" Yan Jiu shouted loudly. He couldn't hear what Wu Junhou said clearly!
Wu Junhou said something loudly again, but unfortunately, he still couldn't hear clearly. Wu Junhou became anxious and pulled him up to the high ship building. Then he gave him a telescope and pointed towards the smoky sea in the distance.
Pointed.
He picked up the telescope and looked at the sea in the distance. The four Western gunboats that had just shown off their power were now only a solitary one. Where the other ships were moored, only a few could be seen.
Several huge whirlpools were forming on the high-raised stern of the ship. Some people were holding on to wooden boards and swimming hard toward the outside of the whirlpools, trying to escape from these life-devouring whirlpools.
And he finally understood what Wu Junhou had just said to him. Looking at the white flag hanging on the lonely ship, he grinned!
The enemy has surrendered! "Is it them?" Wu Junhou handed the telescope in his hand to Yan Jiu. Yan Jiu took it, looked at the shadow of the ship in the distance carefully, and then handed the telescope to him.
of Olivia.
"It's them!" Olivia did not take the telescope he handed over, but said with certainty: "I can recognize this kind of Portuguese hard sailing ship, even if it is burned to ashes!"
Yan Jiu nodded towards Wu Junhou: "Yes, Commander Wu, these guys are the ones who bombarded our people!"
Wu Junhou chuckled: "It's enough to find the culprit. Next, you can just watch the show. If you dare to go against Wu Yi, these guys must be colluding with the rebels. If you don't send them into the sea today, I will follow
Their last name!”
"Commander Wu!" Yan Jiu reminded, "There are smoke piles on the beach. It should be our people sending signals. When the fight starts later, be careful not to accidentally injure our people!"
"Don't worry!" Wu Junhou responded loudly and began to issue orders.
Unexpectedly, Wu Junhou was a little excited after taking off the uniform of the standard guard, and he could still be passionate at sea. The orders he issued were also a little confusing. Although he had been on the ship for more than half a year, he was nominally the commander-in-chief of the fleet.
Commander, however, this maritime battle cannot be accomplished quickly by an infantry force who was still dawdling in the Beijing camp half a year ago! Fortunately, from the very beginning of its establishment, the fleet has thought of the problem of pirate operations at sea.
Wang Yue took great pains to recruit some talents from the navy from various places. Although his orders were a bit messy, these former navy officers and soldiers who were familiar with water warfare directly filtered out his messy orders.
Gu Zi followed the formation instructions they practiced during daily sailing, deployed the fleet, and bared his fangs towards the four Western fleets that were trying to turn.
The rapid turn made the officers on the small command platform on the ship's roof unsteady. Benson finally grabbed a railing and stabilized his body. He looked at the huge and continuously following with some fear.
fleet!
Next to him, the bearded colonel was also looking a little embarrassed. The pipe in his mouth had long gone. The bearded colonel with a solemn expression had no intention of looking for his beloved pipe in the cabin at this moment.
He just stared at the approaching enemy ships, quickly calculating the wind direction and range in his mind.
"Prepare for battle!" The words that had been brewing in his mind for a long time were finally shouted out. He carefully observed that although these ships were big, they were obviously not regular navy ships.
The structure, or the flag flying on their mast, looks more like... an armed merchant ship?
Pirates! This is definitely a pirate. He made a judgment in his mind. In addition to the huge cargo warehouse inside, does the opponent's huge ship still have gun emplacements? At best, they only have two or three artillery guns on one ship.
However, in terms of firepower, his fleet still has the advantage. Having spent some time in the East, he naturally knows how these Eastern pirates fight. For them, artillery fire is just an auxiliary. What he is better at is using artillery fire.
Threatening to suppress the enemy, and then relying on two ships to connect to send a large number of armed personnel to their target. How could the majestic Portuguese naval fleet be defeated by such inferior tactics.
Suppress them with artillery fire and then keep the distance. Such a bulky armed merchant ship must not be able to compare with your own warships in terms of speed. As long as you have distance, your fleet can take them down like a target without haste.
Send them all to the bottom of the sea!
This was the battle strategy that the bearded colonel decided on during this short period of time. Unfortunately, when he was thinking about it, he didn't see Benson's face turning as white as paper beside him.
"No!" After hearing the colonel's order to prepare for battle, Benson shouted loudly regardless of his superiority or inferiority.
The bearded colonel's face darkened. At this time, he did not want to hear any words that were not good for morale.
"Captain Benson, where is the courage of the Portuguese soldiers in you?" His eyes were like daggers: "There are no cowards in the Imperial Navy who are afraid of war!"
"No, Colonel, I recognize this fleet. There must be some misunderstanding!" Benson said hurriedly, fearing that the colonel would not even let him speak and would have someone take him down.
"We can't fight, Colonel, this is General Qian's fleet!"
"No matter whose fleet it is, making such a gesture is a provocation to the Portuguese Navy!" The bearded colonel's face did not change: "Sometimes, in addition to expressing one's friendship, one has to show one's fists and teeth in order to win over the other party.
Captain Benson, don’t you know such a simple truth?”
Benson was almost sweating. Seeing that his fleet was slowly unfolding, the gunners who had already loaded their ammunition were holding torches and staring at the approaching Ming fleet. The battle was about to break out at any time!
"That's under the premise that we know we will win, Colonel, this is a battle with no chance of winning!" he shouted loudly.
"Come here, let Captain Benson stay and rest!" The bearded colonel ignored him, and several burly soldiers immediately came over and dragged Benson, who was shouting, out of this little
The command ship building.
"Colonel, you are ruining our fleet. I will report everything you did today to the commander. You will regret it!"
Hearing the shouts that gradually became fainter, the bearded colonel smiled contemptuously. A small captain actually thought that he could interfere with a colonel's command of the battle. He was really a whimsical guy. Maybe, these days, he was not interested in what he heard.
Being so polite made this guy feel a little complacent.
"After the enemy ship enters the shooting range, fire freely. Each ship will follow the flagship, maintain the course, and do not let the enemy get close to a dangerous distance!"
The first cannon shot finally rang out, and soon after, thick smoke billowed from the ships of the Portuguese fleet, and the deafening sound of the cannons resounded throughout the blue water and blue sky.
After a round of shelling, there was a brief pause. The gunners were cleaning the barrels and loading ammunition. Taking advantage of this gap, the bearded colonel raised the telescope in his hand and looked at himself amidst the layers of gunpowder smoke.
The results of this round of bombardment by the fleet.
There was a layer of white mist slightly rippling on the sea. It was the layer of water vapor stirred up when the cannonball hit the water, or the smoke drifting from the ship. He couldn't tell, and he didn't want to tell. There was a pungent smell coming from his nose.
It was the smell of burning gunpowder mixed with the fishy saltiness of sea water. It was his favorite smell. Before he raised the telescope, he almost felt excited expectation in his heart. If nothing unexpected happened, this round of shelling would
At least one or two of the opponent's ships will be severely damaged, and maybe even one of them may be sunk!
It's a pity that this expectation was completely shattered by the sight coming from the other end of the telescope. In the telescope, the other side's ship slowly came sideways, indicating that this round of shelling did not target these ships at all.
Huge ships, causing fatal damage.
What made him even more aware that the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to have suddenly dropped by half was the hatches that were opened one by one on the sides of the enemy ships that were passing by, and the hatches that were pushed out of those hatches one by one.
The dark muzzle.
"Damn it, this is not an armed merchant ship, this is a warship disguised as a merchant ship!" He put down his telescope and issued the order as if madly: "Leave, leave, all ships leave the battlefield!"
Before the flag-bearer beside him could even issue the order of their beloved fleet commander, his ears were filled with a series of huge sounds from heaven and earth. Then, this poor flag-bearer, like all the hands on the flagship
Just like the crew who had not caught anything fixed, they flew out of the shaking flagship without any fancy.
Olivia tightly plugged her ears with both hands. With the vibration of the ship's cannon, her body lost her footing and she raised her head and was about to fall backwards.
Yan Jiu did not behave in such a girlish way. When he saw Olivia falling down next to him, he used his hands to hug the other person's plump body tightly. Olivia was lying in his arms,
Looking at the handsome face that appeared in front of her, she grinned, a little shy, and wanted to say something. Unfortunately, even if she put her ear next to Yan Jiu's, Yan Jiu couldn't hear it. Between heaven and earth, except for
The huge sound of cannons and other sounds can be ignored.
"What a shame!" Olivia let go of her hands covering her ears and stood up. This action of covering her ears was purely subconscious. How could the always tough sister Olivia act like this?
move.
But Yan Jiu had such good eyesight, he accidentally saw the somewhat feminine side of Sister Ao.
The two of them had no idea how long the gunfire lasted. Anyway, in their impressions, the bombardment seemed to be continuous and endless. Qian Wubing's non-stop shooting theory, in the Li people's Rome
It has not yet been implemented in the corps, but in his fleet, it can be implemented perfectly long ago. If it were not for the commander's order, the sound of gunfire in the gun cabin could even use up all the ammunition reserves without stopping.
Their ears were still ringing when they saw Wu Junhou coming down from the high ship building and shouting something to them.
"What!" Yan Jiu shouted loudly. He couldn't hear what Wu Junhou said clearly!
Wu Junhou said something loudly again, but unfortunately, he still couldn't hear clearly. Wu Junhou became anxious and pulled him up to the high ship building. Then he gave him a telescope and pointed towards the smoky sea in the distance.
Pointed.
He picked up the telescope and looked at the sea in the distance. The four Western gunboats that had just shown off their power were now only a solitary one. Where the other ships were moored, only a few could be seen.
Several huge whirlpools were forming on the high-raised stern of the ship. Some people were holding on to wooden boards and swimming hard toward the outside of the whirlpools, trying to escape from these life-devouring whirlpools.
And he finally understood what Wu Junhou had just said to him. Looking at the white flag hanging on the lonely ship, he grinned!