The Spanish fired back, and even by 21st century standards, their response was fast enough. Not long after the first shell passed over the Feiyun, a second plume of smoke rose from the stern, and a shell rolled.
It flew in and accurately hit the dissipating water spray behind Feiyun. Lin Chuanqing estimated that the error was about 50 meters.
The Feiyun is more than three hundred meters away from the stern in a straight line. Although it is within the effective range of the enemy, with its own speed and the limited firepower of the stern, the Feiyun is safe. The Spanish cannons are aimed and fired at the same speed.
They are all very slow, and you need to hit the target and your character will explode.
"Continue suppressing fire and hit the enemy's poop gun doors!" Lin Chuanqing gave the order while observing with a telescope.
Just as the Spaniards' attention was attracted by the sudden appearance of the small boat and the deadly firepower on it, under Zhou Weisen's instructions, two snipers opened fire at the same time, and two gunners on a beach fort immediately fell down.
The sound of gunfire was drowned in the roar of the Feiyun's typewriter. The gunners and soldiers on the fort looked around in confusion. Then they sniped again and again. People kept falling down suddenly. Suddenly, the soldiers on the fort ran away.
A clean one.
Zhou Weisen roared: "Fire!"
All the Minnie rifles fired a volley together, the sound was extremely spectacular, and the edge of the forest was suddenly shrouded in thick smoke. However, the sea breeze quickly blew away the thick smoke, followed by the second and third volleys. Although the seamen and sailors
The shooting level of the army is not as good as that of the army, but it is still effortless to shoot targets like the Great Galen at a distance of less than 300 meters.
The lead bullets hit the hull, gun doors and deck of Galen's ship like a heavy rain, and splinters of wood flew everywhere. There were screaming and falling sailors everywhere. Zhou Weisen knew that he could not slowly "round" with his minigun.
Once the 16 gunports on one side of this ship open fire, his 80-man battle line will immediately be beaten into pieces.
"Machine gun crew, pay attention to suppressing the gun ports!" Zhou Weisen shouted, "Everyone is ready to attack! Fix bayonets!"
As the charge suddenly sounded, Zhou Weisen put the riot helmet with a visor on his head, waved the revolver and rushed out first, shouting: "Go!"
The marines and sailors following behind shouted together: "Go!" They all rushed towards the Galen ship.
In order to avoid the opponent's artillery fire as much as possible, the attacking troops charged towards the bow of the ship in columns. During this period, m240s and snipers suppressed the enemies on the deck from the sides, blocking them from firing the two cannons on the bow.
The m240 roared on their flanks. 7.62mmnato bombs flew over their heads one after another, sweeping the bow deck back and forth like a cleansing. Zhou Weisen ran all the way, and the sailors and soldiers in the camp were stunned by the firepower from both sides.
. Completely lost the ability to react to the sudden appearance of the team. Except for a few people who reacted so quickly that they raised their matchlocks and fired a few random shots regardless of the range, they collapsed without any effective resistance. The commando team was dispersed within a few minutes.
All the soldiers and sailors in the camp who resisted were shot dead. Some of the remaining people fled into the jungle. Some surrendered. The navy quickly set up a ladder on the bow of the ship. The special reconnaissance team was the first to board, and a corporal almost
Without any resistance, he climbed onto the bow of the ship and quickly fired a signal flare. The m240 machine gun immediately moved its muzzle and blocked the middle deck to block the enemy's counterattack.
Zhou Weisen climbed onto the deck, his soles slipped and he almost fell. When he looked closely, he stepped on a blown skull. He cursed in a low voice. The bow deck was already covered with corpses, and blood was flowing along the rows.
The water tank was flowing. The first few team members who came up used continuous bursts of submachine gun fire to contain the Spaniards who were trying to counterattack. Almost everyone fell to the ground under the interlaced fire net of the Spaniards. Zhou Weisen fired several bursts. All the remaining people were killed.
Knocked down. Quickly fired a "stop shooting" flare.
The Feiyun and the M240 machine gun crew all stopped. The deck was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the strong smell of blood made him feel nauseous. There were so many dead people - it was simply shocking that there were corpses everywhere, with blood, brains and various human tissues everywhere.
It was even more tragic than boarding the St. Louis. Apparently, when they launched the charge, most of the sailors and soldiers had left the cabin and gathered on the deck to enjoy the rare clear weather without rough weather.
The sailors quickly took control of the entire upper deck. Translator Ah San was called in to speak. Without any trouble, the crew members hiding in the poop and lower deck surrendered. This saved them the trouble of transporting chlorine gas. When cleaning up the bodies,
It was found that the Spaniards had left a total of 150 corpses on the deck and in the camp, less than 40 people surrendered, and a dozen people fled into the jungle.
The San Raymundo was relatively small and did not carry infantry. It had only 250 crew members when it set off. By the time it ran aground, there were only 200 crew members left.
During the battle, a total of four sailors and sailors were killed, all of whom were shot by matchlocks while boarding the ship. Another person lost his footing and fell and broke his leg while boarding the ship, but it was not serious and the hygienist treated him.
Fixed with splint.
Zhou Weisen asked several captured sailors to go to the jungle to recruit the escaped Spaniards, promising to treat them as captives and never kill them.
The captain was brought in front of him. He was a gray-haired old man - when asked, he was actually over sixty years old. In this era when the average life expectancy is only in his early fifties, and half of the sailors on the ship can die on a single voyage, let him
Zhou Weisen really couldn't understand an old man in his sixties who sailed across the ocean as a captain.
Perhaps sensing Zhou Weisen's doubts, the old man said that although he was a bit old, it was not surprising that there was a captain in his eighties still sailing.
"So you are a professional navigator?"
"Yes, my family has been sailors for generations." The old captain seemed very proud, "My ancestor Alonso Hernandez Avila once followed the great Marquis of the Valley on a ship to conquer New Spain.
helmsman."
He then boasted about his family's glorious history of serving "Catholic kings" throughout the generations, which seemed to indicate that he was a man of "reputation."
Zhou Weisen knew through Asan's translator that the San Raymondo had also encountered the typhoon a few days ago - this was the second storm they had encountered along the way. Not only were the masts and stays almost completely destroyed, but the hull was also damaged.
There were several holes in it. If the structure of Galen's ship hadn't been known for its strong structure, it would have fallen apart long ago. It was only through continuous pumping of water by manpower that we managed to get here.
Because the hole suddenly expanded yesterday and pumping water could no longer control the inflow, the captain decided to temporarily ground the ship here for repairs.
"Well, on behalf of the Senate, I am here to declare that you and the ships under your command, sailors, soldiers and all cargo on board are the spoils of the Senate. Before your fate is finally decided, as long as you obey our orders,
I will give you a guarantee on the safety of ginseng."
The captain bowed, and then said: "May I take the liberty of asking which country's Senate it is?"
"My great Australian Senate."
There was a puzzled look on the captain's face. It was obvious that he had never heard of this term - or maybe Ah San's translation was wrong at all.
But the identity of the prisoner prevented him from asking any more questions, so he could only say: "I am willing to serve you."
"The first order I give you now is to organize personnel to continue repairing this ship until it can sail again."
"Well, I don't have enough manpower..." the captain objected.
"My people will help and we will do it together."
So the camp was restored, and the surviving prisoners regrouped under the supervision of the navy to clean the decks and repair the ships. The Spaniards who fled into the jungle quickly came out and surrendered - they had neither rations nor gunpowder.
In the jungle, you will only become the prey of barbarians.
After Zhou Weisen discussed with Lin Chuanqing, they decided to move the camp here. He unloaded several rowing boats from Galen's boat and asked Lin Chuanqing to take people back to carry supplies. He also gave Lingao power and informed him of the location of the new camp.
and news of the capture of the San Raymondo.
Although the elders were very itchy about the cargo on the San Raymondo, they decided not to conduct a detailed inventory of the cargo, but to temporarily put a seal on it and wait until they return to clean it up.
"Now we can wait for rescue with peace of mind." Zhou Weisen said.
Rescue came earlier than they expected. Hai Tian, who was dispatched from Xiangshan'ao, took advantage of the favorable wind and traveled all the way. On July 28, the coastline of Samar Island appeared in the lookout's telescope. After communicating with the camp through radio, soon
Then I noticed a plume of black smoke rising from the north corner.
The Haitian immediately approached the coast. That plume of black smoke was what Qian Shui Xie ordered to light up as a contact signal. After seeing the figure of the Haitian, a green signal flare was launched in the camp - Lin Chuanqing soon saw it rising on the other side.
Green signal flare - Bei Wei couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, finally found it.
"It's finally here, we can go home." Zhou Weisen gasped sharply, and the hand holding the signal rocket launcher couldn't help but tremble. Lingao, the home he had longed for, suddenly seemed within reach again.
Mendoza was going crazy with joy. As soon as she saw Bei Wei on the beach, she was the first to pounce on him. She threw herself into Bei Wei's arms and nibbled on his face, which greatly embarrassed him.
.
"It's okay..." Zhou Weisen looked very "tolerant", "Latin women are so... passionate... like fire..."
"I know." Bei Wei said with a wry smile, "You look pretty good - how is Robinson's life?"
"It's okay, but I'm a little scared to eat dry food every day." Lin Chuanqing's eyes turned green, "Is there any special food provided by the veterans on the Haitian?"