In less than half a minute, the West Sea Rear took the lead and penetrated out of the Portuguese battle line.

Kars watched as the huge Ausson flagship passed in front of him. He was the lookout of the battleship Count and worked on the stern mast all the time.

Due to the large size of the Ao-Song battleship, the back deck of the West Sea was only about ten meters lower than the lookout platform where he was, and he could clearly see how the sailors in blue uniforms on the Austro-Song deck poured fire on the panicked sailors on his own deck in rows.

The cannons, which had been concentrated in the bow, were pushed to the left chord by the Australian Song sailors along the track on the deck, and replaced with shotguns, which sprayed death round after round. The teak deck, which had been cleaned very clean by the sailors, was crumbled, and the blood of the dead sailors and the overturned wooden barrels made the deck cluttered, and from time to time sailors who tried to resist were killed by the Australian and Song sailors in the chaotic battlefield.

Kars wiped the blood from his face and tried his best to hide himself behind the tall mast.

A previous volley of Ao Song broke two masts, and several of his colleagues fell into the sea screaming. At such a high height, it is estimated that the internal organs will be shattered as soon as they fall.

I was lucky, a string of chain bullets didn't break the mast I was on. The two iron balls spun around the mast a few times, smashing the head of the hapless little José and splashing himself with blood.

He looked down to see that Jose Jr.'s headless body had fallen off the mast and smashed into the bucket below.

Kars swallowed, and gripped the cable harder, not daring to move, for fear that the Ao-Song people would find out that there was a fish that had slipped through the net, and that the sailors below would find out that he was a coward.

At this time, on the Xihai, Liu Siqi excitedly watched the artillery crew in front of him seize the last opportunity and send a shotgun to the Earl less than sixty meters away.

Hundreds of iron bullets were sent out of the chamber by the roaring gunpowder, forming a fan that smashed several Portuguese sailors who were still charging into rolling gourds, and it seems that a guy in aristocratic clothes was killed by stray bullets.

Liu Siqi blinked his eyes fiercely, a little worried about whether he had killed a nobleman.

In the captain's room, Hu Yi listened to the real-time report of the first mate, and forcefully hit the rudder all over the left side.

The massive battleship tilted to the left under the control of the tail rudder, and the hull of the ship like a city on the sea drew an astonishing diagonal line, and hundreds of tons of sea water were propelled by its mighty force to roll out white waves, which spread along the tangent of the ship's trajectory to the west and north.

The Earl, which had lost power, had been lowered at anchor under the leadership of the boatswain, and Captain Alexander watched as the Aussone battleship passed in front of him, staying on the surface of the sea about two hundred meters to his left, maintaining a low speed to move south.

Now the two ships formed a double battle line, and the Portuguese had two ships with sufficient firing range. On the other hand, the flagship of the Ao Song could only deal with these two battleships.

The battleship Haitao, which followed closely behind, passed through the gap in front of the Count with a volley of battleline fire, and once again greeted the Count and Tulip with its string guns on the left and right.

The bow of the poor Earl was bombarded twice by two Australian and Song giants armed to the teeth, and the originally beautiful steel ramming horns had already been shattered, and the wooden joints had already fallen into the sea. The Angel of the Sea, made of brass at the bow of the ship, was unfortunate enough to be beaten into copper, and it appeared to show no sign of Jehovah's blessing.

The boatswain, who was leading men to extinguish the fire ignited by a blazing bomb fired by the Xihai and Haitao at a long distance, died after being hit in the abdomen by a shotgun. The sailors hurriedly dragged the boatswain away from the shell-infested bow, a long trail of blood stretching for more than ten meters. By the time the sailors had fled to the temporary safety of the ship, the poor boatswain had died in severe pain from blood loss.

Let's observe a second of silence for this unfortunate middle-aged man, who left so quickly and so simply that I don't want to give a name to this dragon who craves a boxed lunch.

The Haitao turned north after crossing the battle line, remaining parallel to the Tulip.

The battleship, which was not fully equipped with steel armor shells, was much more miserable than the Western Sea, with dozens of bullet holes on both sides, flames coming out of the shattered hull, and a mast broken by a Portuguese chain bullet.

Simply the other two battleships did not suffer the fate of their predecessors. The Portuguese, distracted by the West Sea and Haitao, were unable to concentrate their fire, and the Portuguese fleet, which had been in good formation, began to disarray uncontrollably.

Francisco yelled and ordered the adjutant to go to the deck to send a signal in person, and it was important to keep the formation in a chaotic manner, otherwise the warships would block each other's firing range, and the Ao-Song people would suffer less damage.

Velasker looked feebly at the major general who was waving his arms and jumping left and right, and his gray eyes showed the sadness of losing hope.

By now, he had guessed the purpose of the Aosong people to divide the slow fleet, but he still had no choice.

In fact, from the moment he decided to seize the T position, this naval battle was destined to be invincible... In other words, from the time they were discovered by the Ao Song, bad luck was destined to befall them.

Even if they did not turn as the Ao-Song people intended, but maintained a stiff battle line, the Austro-Song flagship, painted with a wooden shell, was still something they could not resist.

Velask could clearly see that even at a distance of two hundred meters, the flagship had been bombarded with less than thirty wounds, and most of the shells were bounced off by the outer layer of steel armor due to the small angle, and the only result was to wipe off the paint on the surface of the steel shell, revealing a cold silvery-white steel color.

He had all but given up resistance. The next hour or two is garbage time, and no matter how hard you try, it's just a matter of ruining sooner or later.

Moreover... If you work hard, your fleet may lose earlier, because the ship waving the command flag must be the target of the slow fleet of the Australian Song.

"They are going to cut off our formation by temporary acceleration and iron-clad warships, create chaos, and then lead out the flagship, and finally encircle and annihilate our ship with a slow fleet." The captain thought to himself.

But he was still a competent captain.

Velask stood up, took off his heavy captain's uniform, which was not suitable for battle, looked at Francisco, who was still wearing a rear admiral's dress and a splendid medal in a desperate situation, snorted coldly, and walked with the second mate to the door of the captain's room.

"Jose!"

The captain ordered the second mate, "You go to the upper echelons and command the boys, if the ship is about to sink, you are still young, don't be happy for a while." ”

The second mate moved his lips slightly, and asked in a trembling voice, "What about you, Mr. Velask, what are you going to do?" ”

The captain smiled, drew the arquebus he was carrying with him with one hand, took out the gunpowder jar from his waist pocket, and said while filling the gunpowder: "I'll go to the lower level." I'm the captain. ”

The second mate looked at the captain with tears in his eyes, and he didn't move.

"Hurry up, lad." The captain loaded the bullets and found that the second mate was still standing in front of him, with a dissatisfied look on his face, "Hurry up, stay with the gunners, don't stay here and waste time." ”

With that, he patted the second officer on the shoulder and strode up the stairs, ignoring the rear admiral's commander, who was still going mad in the captain's room.

And inside the cruiser Qinghe, the flagship of the slow fleet, Lieutenant Colonel Wu Jiang had already found the target in the telescope.

He chuckled lightly and said to his adjutant: "Pass the order, the second capital ship on the left of the enemy is the enemy's flagship!" Dissolve the formation, approach in a semicircle, and shoot freely! ”

At this time, it was the afternoon of February 27, 1627, at 16:28.