This time he was a big man, his huge body was very conspicuous, and he ran very slowly.
Enduring the sparks from the match rope and waiting for the priming powder to ignite, Meng Jiu closed his eyes and felt the gun barrel being ignited by the propellant, the barrel of the gun quickly hitting backwards, and the projectile flying out of the barrel.
It feels so damn good!
Without needing to look further, he knew that he must hit the target. That guy ran too clumsily and the target was too obvious.
The remaining ones also fired continuously with bang bang, and it seemed that the harvest was not small.
The assistants who were loading the powder were not happy and began to gossip: "Just because you are so happy with the attack, you should ask us to open the meat. When we go to the battlefield, we can concentrate on loading the powder!"
"No, if you don't ask me to hit you, it would be too bullying!"
"Sir, please ask me to fire two shots too!"
Battlefield discipline restrained these guys, but Meng Jiu didn't care about the nonsense of his subordinates. He gave the gun to his assistant, took out his waist knife, looked at Shi Weide who was catching up, and asked for instructions: "Colonel, are you pursuing the fight to the end?
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"Pursue!" Without any hesitation, Shi Weide issued this order...
...
Just when the Ming army was landing in Japan in large numbers, a Thai-Spanish ship was slowly coming from Haojing (Macau) towards Japan.
This is the "Scoffee".
Sitting in the cabin of the Scofield, the young captain Seth was reading the diary left for him by his father and the old captain of the Scofield.
As usual, it was a running account. When he finally turned to the last page, he suddenly saw the big words at the top of the page. "Macau was attacked by the British and the Dutch, the whole story." His heart skipped a beat. He clearly remembered that in his father's navigation diary,
Similar content has also been recorded.
He immediately found his father's diary and began to compare the contents. He found that the two paragraphs were the same, not even a single symbol was missing. He held the diary and froze on the spot.
He read the contents of the diary carefully and found out that when they returned to China, they were on the same ship. They were attacked by British and Dutch warships on the way, and his father fought side by side with them. Both diaries did not indicate the year, only January 14th in the Western calendar.
The date is written in Chinese. But judging from the events they described, it should be the year they were born.
After careful analysis of the contents of the diary, I found that this paragraph of the old captain was not related to the previous content, and was placed on the last page of the diary. It was obviously added later. The father's diary was coherent and had detailed records of this incident.
, as well as complex calculations and charts, from which we can conclude that this is the original.
At the bottom is a line of small handwriting, which seems to be an oath of oath. Just like the oath that everyone must recite when they enter the seaman's school.
"He must gain more secular power by seeking an official career and assist the development of the Holy Religion in the Far East. All Jesuits should obey his orders, support him at all costs, and complete the secret mission. All knights who believe in God must
We should obey his command and follow the instructions of the Holy Pope to recover all the lost lands in the Far East."
The more he read, the more frightened he became. His heart was beating wildly.
My father was not familiar with the old captain, so how could his suitcase be on this ship and placed in the cabin so preciously that even his own daughter was not allowed to open it? There was obviously nothing valuable in it, just some navigational tools and
Diary charts and the like. These things are very important to him, but they are worthless to others. You can buy them for a little money in Portuguese navigation shops.
He remembered what his mother had said, describing his father's glorious achievements: "We returned to China on the Isabel and gave birth to you when we were approaching Macau. Your father was a brave general who once led Portuguese sailors to seize a British warship and captured it.
Four new Dutch artillery pieces. His courage, wisdom and leadership impressed the church. They dedicated the four artillery pieces to the Ming Dynasty and assisted them in training gunners in order to expand their missionary work in China.
"Their move was highly appreciated by the Pope. The Macau Church was rewarded for this, allowing them to recruit more missionaries, expand their influence in the Far East Diocese, and move the headquarters of the Far East Diocese from Goa, India, to Macau, China. We return again
While in Europe, he received a special audience from the Pope and arranged for him to work at the Academy of Sciences."
There was such a close relationship between his father and the Pope! He suddenly realized this. Why had he never thought of it before? In his impression, his father was just a general who led troops, a scholar born and raised in the Ming Dynasty. By chance,
Know something about Western science and technology. For an ordinary believer in a Far Eastern diocese to receive a special audience from the Pope, this is an extremely high honor!
He thought of the oath just now. Who is this person the old captain was talking about? What kind of mission is that secret mission? What does support at all costs mean? Is this just an oath or an oath?
What are the exact records?
When he was puzzled, he suddenly heard a loud noise, and the cabin suddenly jolted violently. He jumped up from the bed, opened the cabin door and rushed to the deck. A huge water column rushed towards him. He subconsciously rushed up
The gangway pulled Rosalin behind her as she was going downstairs. A huge wave rushed over and knocked the two of them down onto the deck. Rosalin threw herself to the floor, and the exquisite Chinese porcelain in her hand fell to pieces.
He only heard his assistant John shouting: "Left, left, avoid the bombardment!" His heart suddenly shook, knowing that another enemy was coming, he jumped up and rushed into the command cabin.
Peter was struggling to turn the helm when a sailor next to him reported to him: "Sir Captain! The Dutch warship is firing at us. Should we fight back or avoid it? Please give us your instructions!"
Seth hurriedly picked up the lookout glass and saw a large ship approaching quickly on the sea a mile ahead. Several huge cannons were set up on the bow, and the muzzles of the guns were aimed at their ship. A gust of sea wind blew through his wet clothes, and he endured
I couldn't help but shudder, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat. Could it be that the signal flare just now was actually launched by the Dutch? I wanted to notify the dock of the ship to pick up the ship, but it turned into a secret signal. I was caught off guard.
?
The other side's shelling suddenly stopped, and John rushed in with tears on his face: "Fortunately. They didn't fire too accurately. The next round of shelling will be at least two minutes later. Their firepower is too strong, we'd better change the route quickly. We are close to
Their artillery is farther away."
Seth looked at the water column beside him, and with a thought in his heart, he rushed onto the deck desperately. As soon as he appeared, several cannonballs whizzed over and fell into the water not far from the ship, causing huge waves to rise into the sky. John
He rushed forward immediately and pushed him to the ground. The two of them lay on the deck, letting the huge waves and water jets pour down their heads.
Finally, when one round of shelling passed, the two of them helped each other stand up. Seth shook the water droplets from his hair and wiped the seawater from his face. He made a judgment: "Judging from the flight trajectory of the shells, they did not aim.
Our ship. If I'm not mistaken, they were just demonstrating against us."
John breathed a sigh of relief and frowned: "This is not far from Macau. When did it become their territory? Do we want to fight back?"
Seth glanced at him and said: "Are you sure you can sink their ship? Before they sink our ship?" John spread his hands and shrugged: "Then avoid it! Let our ship move back half a mile.
, go around through another channel. Although there are some reefs there, at least there are no Dutch or cannons."
John commanded the fleet to change course, retreat three miles to the southwest, avoid the waters occupied by the Dutch, and approach the Macau Pier from the south—to be precise, it was a mudflat that had not yet become land.
Seth looked ahead through the lookout glass, estimated the distance to the coast, and told Peter: "This place is full of shoals. Our ship may not be able to dock and will have to anchor in this deserted place. You can go ashore in a small boat later."
, John and I stayed on the ship to see if we could find an opportunity to enter the port."
Peter nodded and said: "Well, the Dutch will not always patrol the sea. We can always find opportunities to sneak in. They have never been able to stop the three of us." Seth looked at him and smiled knowingly, remembering the past events of his childhood.
John said seriously: "Of course, their women are waiting at the port."
Rosalin was confused when she heard this: "Where did you sneak in again? It doesn't sound like a good thing." John laughed and said: "Men have a lot of secrets, so don't ask too many girls! Look at the distance.
It’s a beautiful view, it’s good for your eyes.”
Rosalin took the lookout glass and saw a patch of green on the sea in front of her, lush and mist-shrouded, like a forest floating on the sea. She said in surprise: "This is the legendary mangrove, right? It's so beautiful! We can go and play in it.
"?" John smiled and said: "Of course you can, but you need to change to a boat and change into a maid's clothes - if you don't want to get the skirt dirty."
Hearing the word "maid", Seth suddenly remembered something, smiled regretfully and shook his head: "Oh, we have delayed landing for so long, Anna may have to wait impatiently. It seems that lunch will not be available."
John said calmly and calmly: "I don't mind if she waits a little longer. Then she will cherish the days when we go home, with less nagging and complaining, and more food and comfort." Seth then laughed and said, "Then
I'm afraid it's your wishful thinking. Even if we don't go back until tomorrow morning, her nagging will never be reduced even a little bit."
Rosalind sighed and said: "I thought only women were talkative, but now it seems that men are the same, and they actually talk bad about girls behind their backs. Be careful if Anna finds out, and you will be disqualified from having dinner." John
Sticking out his tongue and smiling, he said, "That's too scary. You don't know that I'm almost fainting from hunger."
Peter listened with a smile on his face and did not intervene in the debate between the three. He just held the helm steadily with one hand and looked ahead from the porthole from time to time.
Suddenly, the vision ahead became blurry. A cannonball landed a hundred meters away, stirring up huge jets of water. Peter was so frightened that he jerked and subconsciously turned the rudder to adjust the course, trying to stay away from the threat of the cannonball. Wait until he reached the surface of the sea.
The water column settled, and a small sailboat appeared in the field of vision, speeding from north to south, as if it was being chased and running away. From time to time, cannonballs fell behind, causing waves of wild waves, and the small boat bumped and undulated on the cusp of the wind and waves, and suddenly
There are dangers all around.
Rosalin suddenly saw this scene in the lookout mirror and couldn't help but scream. Seth grabbed the lookout mirror, rushed up to the lookout in two or two steps, looked towards the sea in the distance, and saw clearly that it was a small fishing boat.
There were about ten people sitting there, all dressed as fishermen. Two of them were holding the sail at the bow of the boat, and the rest were holding on to the side of the boat desperately to prevent it from being tossed into the sea by the waves. The big boat behind them was chasing after them, and the small sailboat was very nimble.
, constantly turning corners and changing directions, the big ship was unable to do anything for a while.
When he saw the direction of the big ship clearly, Seth couldn't help but be shocked. They were really enemies on a narrow road. The warship chasing the small ship in front of him was the Dutch warship that had just bombarded the demonstration. Alas, he couldn't escape after going around and around, and he was actually brought to their gunpoint again.
What was even more surprising was that the person at the helm of the boat was actually a young girl, wearing a blue floral gown, her hat was blown behind her by the sea breeze, her hair was draped over her shoulders, as if she had been fighting in the wind and waves for a long time, but I don't know where she got the courage.
With his strength, he was not afraid of the hail of cannons and bullets, and nimbly maneuvered the sailboat with his hands and feet, dodging left and right in the rough sea. Even though the cannonballs rained down like rain, they were never able to hit the hull.
Rosalin was full of sympathy and urged: "The boat is about to be hit by a cannonball! It's too dangerous, let's go rescue her! Hurry!" She reached out and grabbed Peter's arm: "Hurry up and put the boat down to meet her. Oh.
, No, this is too far away from them, maybe we need to get closer." But Peter stood still and looked at Seth: "I want to follow the captain's instructions."
Seth was hesitant for a moment. Logically speaking, it is the duty of a knight to act bravely. No one could bear to see them being bombarded by cannons. But the other party's artillery was too powerful. His ship had just avoided the bombardment, and now it rushed out again, right before their eyes.
Saving people under the sun is tantamount to setting yourself on fire. When the time comes and you are forced to go to war with the Dutch, the strength of the two sides is very different. It will be like throwing an egg against a rock. You will not be able to save others, but will kill a whole ship of your own people.
While hesitating, the small sailboat suddenly turned around and rushed straight towards the mangroves. The Dutch ship pursued half a mile and suddenly stopped moving. A shell roared over and hit the stern of the small boat. The hull immediately tilted, and it was more than a dozen times.
A fisherman fell into the sea.
Seth had no time to continue thinking and ordered: "Let go of the boat!" John led several Portuguese sailors to the deck, hesitantly lowered the two small boats and rowed towards the fishermen who fell into the water.
The second cannonball hit again, but it was not aimed at the small boat, but headed straight for the big ship. Peter's heart was in his throat, and he hurriedly hugged Rosalind and lay down on the deck. He only heard a loud noise, and a large gunshot.
The water column fell from the sky, but the hull was not seriously damaged. It turned out that the big ship was parked far away, far out of the range of the opponent's artillery. The power of the cannonball was obviously not as powerful as it fell several feet away. In a moment, the Portuguese sailors had rescued the fishermen.
He got up and quickly rowed close to the big boat. Peter directed everyone to be dragged on board. John was the last one to be pulled up and kept rubbing his eyes with his hands.
Seth commanded the ship to turn around and head south quickly. The sailors knew very well that they had no choice but to intervene to save people this time. This was a rift with the Dutch. The enemy had strong firepower and could not be provoked. They could not afford to hide, so they took shelter at sea first.
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