When Zhang Xiaohu's battleship, the Three-Headed Tiger, appeared in the waters of Brother Island with seven brigs and cut off the pursuers of Zheng Zhilong's fleet and the remnants of Putmans's troops, his extremely burning golden tiger head emblem startled both the fleeing and the pursuers.

"Damn it! This bunch of guys is also coming for our trouble! ”

Putsmann thundered aboard the Fort Middle, but there was nothing he could do.

"Pu, your mother! Zhang Xiaohu of the Southern Chinese Army! Why is this thief bird here! ”

The forwards Chen Peng, Guo Xi and Hu Mei, who were in charge of chasing Putmans, couldn't help but stomp their feet on the bow of the boat and curse.

They are all begging for a living at sea, and they have heard of each other, and Zheng Zhilong's subordinates have people who used to eat in the Zhang family's gang, and after tea and dinner, in their spare time, they will also talk about the story of the Zhang family.

Chen Peng and others are no strangers to Zhang Xiaoliuzi, who defected to the Nanzhong Army and served as the commander of the left wing of the naval division, and even dealt with each other at sea.

But, at this time today, in this situation, what is he going to do with seven or eight clippers here?!

In a beautiful big detour, Zhang Xiaohu's fleet drew a semi-circular arc to stop the pursuing troops of Chen Peng and others outside the circle, and four small boats dropped a few sails, and the sailors on board operated copper horns to explain their identities and intentions.

"Are the brothers of the Zheng family on the other side? We are the sailors of the Nanzhong Army! Specially come to clean up the Dutch red hair! Brother Lie, please rest in place and watch us clean up this group of red hairs! ”

Hearing this, Chen Guo and the others were not satisfied. Today's credit has been enough, rest in place. However, Hu Mei on the side did not buy Zhang Xiaohu's account.

"I'm a mother!"

He clasped his hands together and shouted at the four boats with his back to the west and east.

"Where were you when I was fighting with the Dutch? It's time to come out and pick up the bargain?! Don't! ”

Scolding all the way, Hu Mei's warship moved forward more quickly.

"Brother opposite, listen! Let you rest in place, just rest! ”

Seeing that Hu Mei's boat with a few warships did not listen to dissuasion, the people on the four small boats also changed their tone.

"Sit down and drink some wine and a cup of tea, the sea is cool, so as not to be blown by the wind!"

"We recognize you as brothers, but the guys on the boat can't recognize you as Zheng Jiajun's brothers!"

Looking out from his own boat, the ship of the South Central Army opposite, except for a few wooden shelves. Nothing else. None of the artillery or anything was seen, but the sailors wore firearms. This time, Hu Mei was even more bold.

"Rush up and do it with these four boats!"

Seeing that Hu Mei's fleet had some ill intentions, the four small boats on the opposite side shouted in unison. "Zheng Jiajun's brothers. I advise you. Or honestly stop and rest! Don't push us to do it! ”

Hai Feng spread these words to every boat of Zheng Jiajun, and couldn't help but make Chen Peng and Guo Xi show some disdain on their faces.

These four small boats, neither cannons. There were no straws, sulfur, saltpeter, etc., and there were few people on board. It's really funny to say such a big thing here.

"Whoosh!"

With the dazzling movements of the people on board, eight rockets erupted from the four boats, which fell into the water in front of the course of Hu Mei's fleet, exploding, and creating a wall of fire on the surface of the sea, and the flames beat strangely on the water, which looked a little chilling.

Hu Mei's ship was a little caught off guard in the face of such a change and rushed to the front. The flames swept through the sails, burning several holes in the huge sails.

"Sail down! Drop the sails! Turn the rudder! Back off! ”

Knowing the power, Hu Mei was busy shouting at the sailors, extinguishing the fire and retreating.

Seeing that Zheng Jiajun's sailor stopped behind the wall of fire. The people on the four boats untied the boat, and several sailors rocked the boat around the wall of fire and came to the warship of Chen Peng and others.

"My general has instructed that this time the north to help the war is all for the friendship with the Zheng family army and to deal with the Dutch together. I ordered me to be polite when I saw Zheng Jiajun's brothers. Just now, we were also hindered by the military order, and we were afraid that our brothers in your army would be injured by mistake when they joined the battle group, so we made this decision. A few pieces of cooked meat, a few jars of wine, please rest here for a while. ”

Then, more than a dozen boxes of canned food and ten jars of sugarcane wine were sent to Chen Peng.

"Thank you to the brothers of the Southern Chinese Army! Then we're welcome, drink wine and eat meat here to see how your army cleans up this group of red-haired people! Chen Peng said politely, turned around and quietly instructed a general, "Go and report to the marshal and tell him that the naval division of the Nanzhong Army has blocked our way, and they are fighting the Dutch." Led by Zhang Xiaohu of the Nanzhong Army Water Division. ”

The general drove a clipper back to the east, and reported the battle situation to the coach Zheng Zhilong, not to mention it, just talk about our sixth young master of the Zhang family.

From the pre-war enemy briefing, he knew that his eldest brother who killed his father and seized power served in the Dutch fleet, oh, this word is a bit strange, after Boss Zhang himself sat in the position of boss, his ability and ambition were extremely inconsistent, and soon the remnants of the Zhang family were either co-opted by several other maritime gangs, or defeated, or annexed, and in the end, Boss Zhang had to go to Batavia alone, sheltered by the Dutch.

This time he went north, Boss Zhang also bravely asked for battle, trying to gain more voice in front of the Dutch in this military operation and seek greater benefits.

However, he was unlucky and met him, the sixth brother who never died.

The Three-Headed Tiger led seven brigs and slammed into the flanks of the Dutch flotilla, with the aim of striking the Dutchman twice in the face, who had already been beaten with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Fire!"

With ruthlessness and hideousness, Lord Zhang Xiaohu, the commander of the left wing of our sailors, gave a combat order.

The naval fleet of the South China Army, led by the Three-Headed Tiger, under the leadership of the powerful Three-Headed Tiger, carried out an almost perfect serpentine maneuver on the route of the remnants of the Dutch fleet, inserting the Dutch fleet sailing sequence. And split it into three segments.

Along the way, the sailors on the Three-Headed Tiger kept firing at the Dutch fleet on both sides and in front and behind, and almost all the guns on both sides of the ship poured gunpowder and steel on the Dutch fleet at the same time.

It's just that the port side is from bow to stern, and the starboard side is from stern to bow.

The brigs took advantage of their speed and were able to divide and surround the four ships of the Puttersmann fleet (Bredam, Bleyswijck, Zeeburch, and Wieringen) and deal with the Dutch fleet with at least two sailing ships against one Dutch plywood.

In the moment before the cannon rang out. The Dutch still have some self-confidence. It is believed that the ships in front of them will not be too threatening compared to their own ships, and it is estimated that there will not be too many artillery guns according to the tonnage.

They were not wrong about this, and the sea coachman's eyes were very vicious. But. There is one thing they did not estimate. Not too many guns can be installed. Only a few large-caliber guns were installed. The kind that counts others with one cannon!

The Crane cannon installed in the bow of the ship made a loud muffled sound under the gunner's operation, and the sound was so loud that Chen Peng, who was miles away, was startled.

"! Run away! ”

Seeing that the first shell did not hit, the gun commander couldn't help but scold. The huge cannonball of the Cron cannon fell into the water in front of the Fort Middle, stirring up a column of water several feet high, drenching the nervous gunners and sailors on the deck!

"Tom! Tom! "The guns of the Dutch fleet began to return fire, and although the artillery fire was not as dense as before, it also stirred up a column of water in the front and rear of several brigs, and two or three shells also fell on the ship, breaking the people moving on the deck in two, and the huge force of the impact knocked the debris on the deck everywhere.

"Crane cannon chain bombs! Mortars ready to shoot! ”

The main firepower of the brigs was these two guns, the sixty-eight-pounder Cron and the two-hundred-pounder mortar. Four brigs lined up, approaching the two plywood boats from the flanks.

"Fire!"

The chain shells of the Cron cannon were loaded, and under the shouts of the gun commander, huge chain bullets flew in the air, as if there was a stealth Hercules wielding the heavy meteor hammer.

The chain bullet struck the sail of a Dutch plywood ship accurately, and the sail landed on the deck with a tooth-aching creak.

Without waiting for the Dutch to cry out in horror, the shells of the two mortars struck their horses.

Unlike the chain shells of the Cron cannon, which were used against sails, the huge caliber mortars, the 200-pound shells, were more fond of abusing the hull.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two dull sounds, as if they were battering rams pounding on the walls of the castle, or Turkish artillery bombarding the walls of Constantinople. The shell pierced three decks straight through the deck and landed in the bilge.

The plywood of the Wieringen groaned at the force of the impact, and it could no longer withstand such a blow.

Not far away, the Three-Headed Tiger was also engaged in artillery fire with the Fort Middle, and unlike the trapped beasts of the Fort Middle, fighting to the death for survival, the gunners on the Three-Headed Tiger were even more crazy.

"Boys, fight well! I sank the plywood boats of these red-haired ghosts, and caught the rebel who should light the sky lantern, and I will reward each of them with fifty silver dollars! ”

On the bridge of the three-headed tiger, Zhang Xiaohu roared almost frantically, and the sailors on the ship also roared repeatedly, indicating that they would do their best.

If we talk about the personal skills of the artillerymen and the experience of fighting at sea, the two fleets can be said to be good at each other. The Dutch have more seafaring experience and actual combat experience than the South China Army, and compared with the Dutch fleet, the South China Army's naval division is still in the stage of the coastal fleet. However, the advantage of the South Chinese Army is that in terms of technology and training, each ship is equipped with a gun team mirror, and each layer of gun deck has at least one experienced gun commander. Counteract the accurate fire of one gun with a salvo of a hundred guns! This is Zhang Xiaohu's combat experience. At present, the Dutch warships have no more than a dozen guns on each ship. Moreover, after a series of bloody battles escaped from the battlefield, many gunners were already wounded and died, and those who could barely operate the artillery were also energetic and volitional to a limit.

The Three-Headed Tiger was rated at loading thirty-six guns, and when it went to sea, it was reinforced by eight more. Two Crons, four mortars, two twelve-pounder guns. Forty-four cannons took turns firing ammunition at Fort Middle, and a single salvo dumbed down the three guns on the port side of Fort Middle, destroying the guns and wounding the artillerymen, and detonating the powder kegs along with them. Three huge holes appeared on the ship, billowing smoke from the ship.

"Lord Governor!"

The adjutant's face was still bleeding, and a fragment of a ship's board stuck in his face. A handsome face. Now it's like a ghost.

"The two ships behind our palace raised the white flag! Lowered the sails and surrendered! ”

After being baptized by the mortars and crone cannons of two wheels and four brigs, the Wieringen had four holes in the hull from the deck to the bottom cabin, and the fire mixed with smoke rose from the bilge, and the gunners on the second gun deck were like rats. I couldn't stop coughing. Ran from the cabin to the deck. Even if you are killed by a shell, it is like choking to death by smoke!

"Images! We image! ”

After a brief discussion without objections, the Dutch on board lowered the sails that were left of them. Dropped the iron anchor, knelt on the deck, waved his shirt of almost unrecognizable color as the Governor had taught them, and cried out for the other side to stop the terrible artillery fire, and to watch God and God fucking accept their surrender.

A schooner stepped forward to lower the dinghy, and several sailors rowed the dinghy onto the Wieringen, "Who's the big boss?" Who is the captain? ”

Looking at the black holes of the short double-barreled guns in the hands of the sailors, the Dutch suddenly felt that their lives were safe, at least, the terrible cannon on the opposite side would not fall on their own ships.

"Are there any Chinese on board?"

The leader of the armor shouted again with a short fire hammer.

"Yes, yes! I'm the ship's co-ordinator. I was sent by the guerrilla general Zheng to go undercover here! Dare to ask this master, but is it under the command of Lord Zheng? ”

"Bastard! Open your dog's eyes and look at the flag! Lao Tzu is a subordinate of General Li of the Southern Chinese Army! ”

"Are there any other Chinese on board?!"

"No, it's just me."

Seeing that there was no resemblance between the eyebrows and Zhang Xiaohu in the slightest, Chief A secretly spat and scolded, "Bad luck!" "On the first ship to surrender, there was no guy who Lord Zhang offered a reward of 1,000 silver dollars for capture!

"Gather all the gunpowder, and all the Dutch will disembark!"

Seeing that there was no hope of receiving the reward for meritorious service, Commander A drove the remnants of the Dutch to concentrate the gunpowder on the ship and escort the personnel to the brig.

After accepting the surrender of the crew of the Wieringen, all the captured Dutchmen sat down on the ship's board, frightened by the intense and terrible shelling just now, and for now, they were safe.

But an even greater bad fortune befell their fellow citizens.

The three galleons that had been freed were immediately thrown into the siege of the Bleyswijck, and soon the poor queen's ship, like the Wieringen, dropped its sails and dropped anchor, and all the crew knelt on the deck and announced their surrender.

The pressure on the other two boats increased exponentially at once!

Like seven tiger sharks on the sea, the seven brigs stared viciously at the Bredam and Zeeburch, which were considered speedboats by Dutch standards, and had a lot of guns on board. However, brigs are also known for their speed, and the large-caliber guns on board are the nemesis of this type of speedboat. What used to be a speedboat on the seas has now become a fatty food for tiger sharks.

"Shout! Order them to surrender! ”

Seeing that the comrades forced the landing of two plywood ships, the captains of the Bredam and the Zeeburch who had previously besieged the Bredam were also itching, and the pre-war regulations stipulated that there was a huge gap between the reward for sinking an enemy ship and capturing an enemy ship.

"Listen up to the plywood boat on the other side! We are the naval division of the Nanzhong Army, and we order you to lower your sails immediately, drop anchor, and surrender! If you continue to fight, you will not be able to escape! ”

"Boss, will this group of red-haired people surrender?" The ship's gunner approached the captain and asked the captain for advice.

"Don't worry about it, you tell your brothers, reload when you need to load, and aim when you need to aim. God knows if this group of guys will be blinded by lard and will not surrender to the end? ”

"Good Lat! Actually, I still like to use cannons to talk to people! ”

"I repeat, command you to surrender! If we don't surrender for one more minute, we'll ......"

"Day!"

"Tom!"

One of the sailors on board was shouting with a brass horn, and a mortar shell slipped a parabola above his head and landed on the side of the Bredam, stirring up a column of water several meters high, and the huge splash choked back all the words behind him.

It was a cannonball from the three-masted schooner that had just joined the siege.

At the same time, there are also flag signals from the flag soldiers.

"What nonsense, greet with a cannon. The shells fell on his ship, and they fell to their knees! ”

For a time, the mortars of the six schooners threw shells at the poor plywood ships Bredam and Zeeburch. Like fat ducks in buckets, the two plywood boats were chased with huge sticks, enjoying the treatment of cannonball massage and free washing of the deck by water jets.

In the distance, the Dutch, who had chosen to surrender early, crowded the deck, trembling and secretly glad to see the scene of their compatriots being beaten.

Chen Peng and the others in the distance, while drinking small wine with meat porcelain jars and canned fruits, enjoying this rare time between battles, listened to the sound of cannons in the distance that seemed to have no intention of stopping.

"Listening to this movement, they are all artillery of the South China Army, the Dutch rarely fight back, and the Dutch are almost finished!"

Hu Mei picked up a glass of hot sugar cane wine and drank it all. (To be continued......)