The distance was unconsciously reduced to 300 meters, and the situation was beyond the description of the battle, and the San Andreas was half-paralyzed at sea, allowing hundreds of shotguns to sweep across every deck. The projectiles poured by the descendants of the typewriter machine gun, which the patriarchs jokingly called 'typewriters', followed by the rotation of the chassis, and the 37 launchers kept adjusting the angle and spouting tongues of fire, mercilessly devouring people and objects that had lost the protection of the hard hull, and in the flying sawdust, Lin Shenhe could vaguely see the figures falling into the water from time to time on the towering stern from the telescope, but he could no longer tell whether the vital signs of these people were still there, but the result undoubtedly satisfied him.

The galleon put up a futile resistance, and since it had reached its maximum range, it routinely fired a round of guns whenever it rained or when a shooter bypassed its side, but when the fire flashed and the white smoke cleared, all that was left was a larger bulwark and more exposed decks, and even the wrath of the 75mm Zhurong guns on the side was not something the Spanish galleon could withstand.

An hour later, when the sun came into the middle of the sky, there were few cannons left on the galleon. The Spanish shells always fell into the sea at a great distance from the warships, bringing columns of water with them, as if they were an entertaining foil to the military operations of the Senate.

The fleet didn't even have to deliberately maintain a T-shape with the San Andreas, the only thing that seemed to be a threat was the half-snake gun in the stern, and one of the few shots allowed a cannonball to almost hit the teak deck of the Shiyu, but the Spaniards' luck ended there, as the cannonball streaked over the foredeck of Shiyu and landed unexpectedly in the sea not far away.

After another storm of fire, the galleon was completely drifting with the current, like a dead fish that had lost its life floating in the sea, and from any angle it did not look like it could resist anymore.

A white man with a small head was brought to the foredeck at the right time, and a pair of eyes in his sunken eye sockets looked at the scene in front of him, and a trace of horror flashed on his face, but he immediately calmed down.

He took the amplified microphone handed by Sbrand, and skillfully put his mouth up, these Australian gadgets were no longer mysterious to him. He knew that Sbran could understand Spanish, and he knew that this was an opportunity for him to exchange his fellow swordsmen for a little credit for his own merits, and to give his distant free status a little more reason to gain grace.

He looked at the manuscript that Sbulan had handed him and motioned for him to begin.

The warship's horn was turned on, and after a sharp whistling, a middle-aged man's voice sounded smoothly, with a local accent from his hometown.

'Ladies and gentlemen aboard the San Andreas, I am Captain González of Seville, and two years ago I and my St. Anthony invaded the temporary capital of the great Austro-Song Empire, and I was fortunate not to be called by the Lord to become a prisoner of the Senate. In the past two years, under the careful care of the chiefs, they have been treated decently. ’

'I wish to remind you once again of all gentlemen, including the captain, first mate, second officer, and all the officers and men of the St. Louis, that you are in a very precarious situation, that you are under the complete control of the mighty fleet of the Fubo army, and that there is no hope of escape. ’

You should have seen that your armament is meaningless, and that the chief's cannons and muskets are far more powerful than your half-baked munitions. The cannons of the San Andreas had been muted, the masts had been broken, and the sailors and soldiers had suffered heavy casualties. As captains and officers, you should think more about the feelings of your subordinates and their families, find a way out for yourself and them as soon as possible, and stop making unnecessary sacrifices. ’

'Now that we are ready to help board and occupy your ship, you should lay down your arms with dignity and cease all unnecessary resistance. We will guarantee the lives of all your officers, soldiers, sailors and families, and only then will you survive. If you still want to fight again, then try it, and you will be all and quickly resolved. ’

'Surrender, gentlemanly white flag. The Lord is loving, and He will bless you with a safe return to Iberia. ’

Captain Gonzalez was full of affection, and the two years of hard labor had made him a lot darker and thinner, but he was much more energetic.

He had already understood that this opportunity was the result of his performance over the past two years and his less than strong faith, and that he had persevered with a characteristic open-mindedness in working with the Caver people, rather than crying and cursing like Father Alfonso, whose words and deeds were quickly taken for granted, and after some kind of 'torture', the priest became delirious and honest. It is unwise to suffer more and have to endure all of this, and in Gonzalez's view this is the essential difference between a devout believer and a realistic soldier like him.

He saw the soldiers of the Fubo army preparing, wearing an ugly and extremely incongruous helmet that covered almost the entire head.

Gonzalez was able to recognize the Chinese, the natives, and some mixed Babars, but judging by their equipment, they appeared to be more elite warriors than ordinary soldiers, and the six elders were at the head of the group.

The gangway on the port side has been erected, given that the boarding platform set at deck height on the Spanish galleon is full.

The six veterans are fully armed, with black helmets and black armor as always, each armed with an M16A2 assault rifle equipped with an XM26 light shotgun system, and another smaller Evo 3A1 (note: a modified version of the assault 'pistol' M61 from Czechoslovakia) hanging from their waists.

The reserve was made up entirely of veterans of the Fubo Army, who stood on one side of the bulwark, and the special short-barreled Migne rifles were used exclusively for broadside warfare at sea, but so far only the rifled version was well received by Jacos and Quark. So, to be on the safe side, each reserve member had four newly produced Type 90 revolvers stuck in his chest.

Several of the tall ones each had a rather special firearm, which was a double-barreled fire cap firing pistol specially made by Su Yao based on the current technical conditions, to replace the vacancy of shotguns among the indigenous soldiers.

The distance between Shi Yu and the San Andreas was rapidly approaching, and Wen Deji could see the mess on the opposite deck even after putting down his goggles.

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Captain Boxer, shivering behind an oak desk in the captain's room in the stern, had traveled between Manila and Macau, and the San Andreas had the privilege of participating in an arms shipment between the two countries under an agreement that had lasted for more than 11 years, which provided for the Manilan authorities to purchase a shipload of arms from Macao after February each year.

As we all know, Macao's gun factories have long been famous, and there is no better musket and cannon in the whole of East and Southeast Asia than the muskets and cannons produced there, not to mention the Japanese imitations, and even more so the tattered goods of the 'Chinese Empire' that are difficult for the captains and Spanish soldiers to see.

But what had just happened was a bit of a reversal of Boxer's opinion, and almost in the blink of an eye, all his preparations for the battle were destroyed by a fifth of a league, and everything looked so pale and weak.

Even in Europe, he could not be sure that he could maneuver a Spanish warship at half the distance to deliver such a precise and powerful blow to a galleon with a hard oak hull, the San Andreas, and it was even more mythical to be directly interrupted at this distance.

Although he could be sure that there had been more arms smuggling between Macao and Manila since Portugal and Spain had co-ruled than in any previous year, there would never have been such terrible firepower as Fang Cai.

Many of the gunners didn't even react, and after their first glance at the graceful hull of the enemy through the gun window, they were blasted into the sky along with their gun emplacements, a terrifyingly powerful flowering bomb he had never seen before.

This resolute attack reminded him for a moment of the clippers of the lowland rebels roaming the Visayas, who had been trying to attack the Empire's ports in the Far East with all the means they had. Two years earlier, two clippers of the Dutch had wandered the waterways of Cochin and robbed all the Chinese merchant ships that had hoped to trade in Manila, believed to have numbered at least fourteen to sixteen, so that the Dutch, in fear of the Dutch, had arrived in Manila last year with less than half the number of Chinese cargo ships in 1616, and the bandits refused to let go of even the merchant ships carrying fruit and preserves, taking everything they could, and then setting fire to destroy the corpses.

He had no intention of associating this thug with the Dutch, but after seeing the performance of Shi Yu and the shooter, his heart was still tight, and the royal grants stored in the bilge, as well as several times the amount of private property, were probably the objects of this gang of robbers. Not a single shell hit below the waterline is proof that they could have easily sunk the San Andreas with their skill.

But the devil on the other side seemed to be more terrible than the Dutch, and from the window on the side of the stern, one of their warships had reached a very dangerous distance, and the other cruising in the distance was even more perplexed by the movement of the other, which had absolutely nothing to do with the state of the sails.

There seemed to be a vague thought in his mind, as if the pattern of the banner he had never seen before seemed to have been heard somewhere.

Like a bolt of lightning, he thought of a new force that had recently appeared in this sea, the rumored Australians with large iron ships, a group of strange people who shared the same beliefs and languages as the Chinese.

Last year, merchants who had travelled between Borneo and Manila had sworn praise for their military strength and the good order of their ports, and in Boxer's mind, they were no different from ordinary Chinese maritime merchants, except that they did not wear their hair in a bun. If there was really any threat, it would be like Lin Feng (note: Fujian pirates during the Jiajing period, who once commanded a fleet of more than 5,000 people to attack Manila in 1574), which did not make this nobleman worry too much.

Of course, that was only a thought before today, because as he was thinking, Gonzalez's voice had already reached his ears through the sea breeze.

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