Explosions, gunshots, shouts of killing, and lots of weird nonsense...

The chaotic chirping of bees mixed with aches and pains awakened José's consciousness. He barely opened his eyes, only to feel a splitting headache, as if he had been trampled by a mad African bison.

He squinted and opened them again, and the harsh afternoon sun made him subconsciously turn his head to the left, and he saw a sloping deck full of people running, and it didn't seem to be in chaos.

José breathed a sigh of relief as he was hit by a plank and realized he was being dragged aboard.

He ninja the discomfort in his neck, tried to look back, and saw a yellow man wearing a steel helmet also looking at him, and after looking at each other, he subconsciously smiled, revealing a mouthful of slightly yellowed teeth.

José "buzzed" in his head and realized that he was being dragged on a boat by the Ao-Song people.

He jerked his head back, and in front of him was the Aussie soldiers who had rushed into the Morlingen with their bayonet-wielding rifles. The originally beautiful and majestic battleship Moringen was rammed into the right side by two Australian and Song warships, and the hard steel ramming angles broke through the cedar hull of Molingen and deeply penetrated into the second and third hulls.

More than 100 soldiers of the Aosong Marine Corps packed the foredeck of the destroyer Yuyang. If the sailors of the Morlingen had deployed even the smallest pound gun on deck at this time, they would have been able to bleed the Ausomians as long as they had switched to a shotgun and blasted it down with their eyes closed.

The Portuguese are not fools. The reason why they didn't do so was not because they were too stupid to think of it, but because the deck had long been occupied by Auss-Song soldiers who had climbed it using soft ladders and ropes.

José looked desperately at the Aussian people pouring into the Moringen from the plank, remembering what had happened to him before he fainted.

At that time, the Moringen was discovered by the slow fleet of the Aussons, and three cruisers and seven destroyers scattered three nautical miles away and outflanked them.

The other four Aussian and Song capital ships that shuttled to the west were firing at full fire, disrupting their own formations while fighting artillery.

The frenzy of close combat made the formation distracted from the approaching Aussie and Song fleets to the east, so much so that several ships close to Molingen did not even gather fire to destroy one of the Aussie and Song warships.

As a result of their clumsy performance, not a single Aussie or Song warship was mortally wounded, but the Moringen was beaten by the bow guns of ten ships. God can prove that José had never seen in his life that the bow guns of ten ships combined could completely suppress the sidestring guns of a first-class battleship, even if the ship could no longer catch up with the tide of Europe.

José closed his eyes in agony, allowing the Aosong soldier to hand himself over to a few Auss-Songmen dressed in white and be carried away on a cloth supported by two sticks.

What followed was a tragic battle of strings. Confined to the battle line, the Moringen was slammed into the side by two destroyers (Yuyang and Zhanghe) that did not avoid shelling, and two large holes with a diameter of more than six meters exposed Morlingen's two-story cabin.

José was directing the shelling from the deck when he fell over and fell headlong on the mast and fainted from the violent vibration of the Yuyang's collision. When I opened my eyes again, several Australian Song soldiers were climbing up to the deck from a soft ladder that had been hooked to the railing, ripping off the glass bottles from their belts and throwing them around.

The glass bottle shattered when it hit the ground, and the strange smell of the transparent liquid spread, which was ignited by sparks everywhere on the deck.

The raging flames ignited everything on deck. José saw with his own eyes a sailor who accidentally fell and was covered in those liquids burst into flames, screaming and running around, and finally jumped headlong off the deck more than ten meters high and fell into the waves of the Indian Ocean.

He stood up with his bleeding head covered, raised his pistol and shot down an Australian Song soldier, then drew the scimitar at his waist and rushed towards the Australian Song man with a loud roar.

The soldier who then dragged himself rushed towards him. He was dressed in a sky-blue military uniform, a white steel helmet, a thin silver-white steel armor, and a fired rifle in his hand, his face full of excitement and fanaticism.

José is an old sailor and has experienced many naval battles. But this was the first time he had played against the Aussus, who were not at all the same as the Dutch or the Portuguese.

That Ao Song man has a calmness that doesn't match his appearance, he looks no more than twenty years old, but his methods are as old as his own, and he keeps relying on his position to try to find his flaws.

If it was a knightly duel, Jose felt that he was sixty percent sure that he would kill the Ausom man. The steel armor he wore might have worked wonders against a crew wielding a dagger or dagger, but it was a burden to a sailor who licked blood on the tip of his knife - a machete-wielding sailor would have chosen to assassinate rather than slash, and a powerful stab would pierce through the millimetre-thick steel armor and kill the Ausomian.

It's just that it's not heads-up, it's a battlefield.

Several other Australian and Song soldiers surrounded him. Their skills are not as good as those of the previous Ao-Song people, and their footsteps are a little chaotic. One person was seized by Jose to cut off half of his neck, but he was immediately smashed in the back of the head with the butt of a gun by the previous Aosong man, and he fainted instantly.

Afterward... José vaguely remembers being thrown from the deck that had been thrown more than three meters high, and being held up by the soldiers on the destroyer Aussone, but still falling heavily on the hard plank. This may be the origin of the severe pain in the body.

At this time, on the deck of Molingen, the sailors who were crowded to guard the entrance to the cabin were subjected to a volley of more and more Ao-Song people on the deck, and the buckshot shot at close range pierced the plank, killing seven or eight sailors in the crowded entrance.

Luo Ning listened to the gunfire in the lower cabin more and more clearly, and knew that the Ao Song people who had attacked the cabin through the breach were about to rush up from below.

The sailors around him were watching him.

Luo Ning gritted his teeth, ventured close to the exit, and shouted outside: "Don't shoot, we surrender!" ”

The shouting outside gradually subsided, and a strange Portuguese phrase was heard: "Throw out the weapon!" Raise your hands above your head and walk out one by one! ”

Luo Ning glanced back at the sailors, took the lead in throwing a pistol out, and then slowly walked out of the cabin with his hands raised.

The nearest sailor behind him followed, stopping at the entrance to the deck, and only threw out a naval knife when he saw that Luo Ning had been rushed up and tied up by an Austro-Song soldier and was not killed.

Soon, dozens of sailors threw their weapons and surrendered, and were tied up by the Australian and Song soldiers and taken to the stern, where they were separated according to the distinction between officers and ordinary soldiers. The officers were to be sent to the Yuyang for imprisonment, while the ordinary soldiers were to be sent to the Zhanghe.

In the cabin on the ground floor, more than ten meters below deck, Captain Velasker was sitting on a cannon smoking a pipe.

The sunlight coming in from the muzzle of the gun was somewhat dazzling, scattering back on the wooden walkway, so that the captain couldn't help but close his eyes.

It was already twenty minutes ago when it was rammed by the destroyer Ao-Song. As the Auss-Song soldiers began to board the ship, there was inevitably a riot among the gunners at the bottom, even in the presence of their fearful captain.

No one still had the heart to shell the sidestrings of the Austro-Song warships. Led by the leader of the gunner, dozens of gunners were looking at Mr. Captain.

Velask looked at the gunners whose faces were blackened by the gunsmoke, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Young men," he said, leaning against the wall a little tiredly, his former majestic captainly demeanor vanished, "you have done your best. ”

"Next, it doesn't matter if you want to fight or surrender, even if I, the captain, allow you."

"You have done your best for God and His Majesty the King, and there is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Go ahead, boys. You are still young, do not lose your life for the defeat of a battle. ”

The captain smiled a little embarrassedly: "If the first mate or someone else told you that the Aosong people would tie up the white people they caught to catch sharks, it would be a complete lie." In fact, the Otto-Song treated those who surrendered with gentleness than the knights of the Holy Roman Empire, at least they wouldn't deny you food just because you were civilians. ”

For a few minutes, the captain was left alone at the bottom.

He heard loud cheers from the upper deck, and knew that the deck and the cabins above should be occupied. The next time is the process of being occupied by the Australian Song soldiers layer after layer.

The captain felt a little regretful in his heart, as the captain of the battleship Morlingen, as a colonel of the Spanish Armada, he could not fight like the second mate after all. If he were to be captured alive, it would be a great humiliation for the great kingdom of Spain.

In the nearly 200 years since da Gama discovered India, not a single Spanish naval captain has been captured alive by the Yellow Man. Velasker thought.

The tobacco in the pipe burned out, and the captain realized that he hadn't smoked a mouthful.

"I was still afraid of death." The captain slowly drew his loaded pistol, lit the arquebus from the brazier where the gun crew heated the hammer, clamped it to the jaws, and pressed the muzzle of the gun to his chin.

"Bang"

The pipe in his mouth fell off with a soft clatter on the wooden floor.

Ferdinand de Velasker closed his eyes forever and collapsed in the aisle at the bottom of the battleship Moringen.