Chapter 410: The Devil's Fire

After a bluffing salvo, Vanderlaan turned the lens of the telescope back to his eyes from the distant ocean.

As soon as the white smoke from the burning of gunpowder had just receded, VanderLaan was stunned by the scene in front of him!

The boat in front of him, somehow, had become a pile of drifting planks, with only a section of the stern remaining, still poking high on the surface of the sea in the smoke and flames......

"Watts?"

Vanderraan couldn't believe his eyes.

What's going on? This...... This is a thousand-ton warship!

Common sense told him that the decks of this gunboat were all made of hard oak, and in general, even if it was hit by a dozen cannons at close range, it would not sink immediately, let alone disintegrate in an instant.

"It's ...... Hit in the powder compartment? ”

Vanderland was shocked and suspicious, and his hands holding the monocular trembled slightly......

At this time, the next scene immediately gave him the answer - two fire dragons followed one after another, and struck his second gunboat with lightning speed......

"Boom! Rumble! ”

In the midst of the two loud bangs, the sky-high flames exploded instantly, and the ship was also reimbursed, and the end was exactly the same!

"Turn the rudder! Turn the rudder! Come on! ”

Vanderlaan finally shouted the only correct command.

At this moment, he couldn't think about it at all - what he was facing was the anger of the sea god? Or devil's fire?

It doesn't matter anymore...... His first reaction was - if he didn't run, he would die!

Suddenly, his head shook, and then a smash of wood with green smoke fell from the sky and hit him right on the head......

Luckily, the piece of wood that hit him wasn't big.

Vanderlaan staggered, clutched his head, which he didn't know if it had been smashed, and hissed: "Full sail!" Hasten! ”

At the moment, he had only one thought: run! Run back to the big guy!

……

Looking at the "Oak" in front of it, which was constantly changing sails and running all the way northeast along the zigzag route, a sneer flashed across the corner of He Shouxin's mouth.

The speed of the "Qinzhou" occupies a clear advantage, and the strong power provided by the high-power diesel engine makes it not afraid of headwinds at all, and catches up in a straight line.

"Only guns are allowed, no cannons are fired, I want to catch them alive!"

He Shouxin repeated the order.

Soon, the distance between the two ships gradually approached, and it was already within the range of the rifles......

"Attention all, free fire!"

On the deck, Captain Garlic carried a pistol in one hand and a naval officer's saber in the other, constantly patrolling back and forth, shouting orders in Hokkien dialect.

"Bang bang bang...... Bang bang bang ......"

Bursts of gunfire rang out.

The superstructure and deck of the "Erke" were constantly hit, bullets hit the bulwarks and sandbags on the ship's gunwales, making a dull "poof" sound, and strings of green smoke rose from the damp straw bags.

Vanderlaan threw himself on the floor of the stern, looking up at the bullets that "whish" through the window, his hands and legs trembling......

What a bunch of demons this is!

Whether it's artillery or muskets, can you hit so far? Is this a fart fight?

At this moment, Vanderrain's heart was extremely remorseful.

I knew that I had encountered such a gang of fierce gods, even if he threw him into the sea to feed the fish, he would never come to the master to die!

Soon, the first casualties appeared on the "Erke", several bullets pierced the sandbag wall, three sailors and a small leader who were hiding behind were shot in the head and died instantly, and several other sailors rolled on the ground with a miserable wail......

Vanderland climbed down the stern with a rolling belt, drew his command knife, and shouted half-prostrate on the deck: "Return fire!" Get up! Fight back! ”

Under his desperate howl, the frightened Dutch sailors finally relented.

Yes, the Chinese have muskets, don't we have them too? Could it be that the guy in our hands is a vegetarian?

After a brief moment of scramble, they straightened up, hid behind sandbags and opened fire, and the sailors without muskets joined in the excitement and began to return fire with various weapons.

For a moment, green smoke rose from the deck, and crackling gunfire was everywhere, and lead, iron sand, stone bullets, and even javelins and torches were thrown out one after another, regardless of whether they were enough or not......

Seeing the Dutch people fighting back, He Shouxin smiled coldly.

At this distance, in addition to the lead shot from the muskets, a few could occasionally fly, and the Dutch returned fire, to a greater extent, a loud sound.

"Slow down, don't get closer, just follow on the side!"

Again, he ordered.

Because the "Erke" was constantly changing course crookedly, exposing its belly in front of the "Qinzhou" from time to time, and at the same time, the "Qinzhou" was sometimes exposed to the field of vision of its side gunners, He Shouxin was very cautious.

Where else can it run on this vast ocean?

Morning and evening are dishes on the plate, there is nothing to rush, just follow unhurriedly and keep giving blows......

As time passed, the two boats kept their distance from each other, playing with cats and mice, and placed guns on each other.

On the deck of the "Qinzhou", the guns and shouts of the sailors, accompanied by the howl of the enemy in the distance, and the occasional pop of lead hitting the bulwark, made Captain Garlic feel both dangerous and exciting.

He was already covered in sweat, but his whole body was immersed in an indescribable sense of great pleasure, and he was almost about to fly.

He was dancing and shouting in Hokkien, even though almost no one could hear what he was shouting, but now there was no need for it, and the usual hard training showed that everyone knew what they were supposed to do......

Here, despite the high-pitched sandbag bunkers for cover, there were still more casualties on the USS Urke.

The dead and wounded were immediately sent to the lower deck, where the wounded were hiding and could receive some emergency treatment, while several sailors were pouring sand on the blood-stained deck to prevent those running back and forth from slipping......

Vanderland was almost hit several times, and for a moment, his legs and stomach trembled so badly that he wanted to sneak with the wounded to the bottom cabin several times.

However, he knew that as the supreme commander, performance at this time was more important than anything else, so he forced his composure and insisted on staying on the deck, waving his hands and giving orders, but trying his best to burrow himself behind a thick cover.

In fact, what has supported Vanderland today is a fluke, a luxury-the Chinese no longer fire cannons, perhaps, that devilish cannon is used up?

If you don't fire the cannon, you may be able to escape all the way to Dayuan, where there are also his six big boats and many small boats, as long as you hold on, you will have a way to live.

……

However, Vanderraan thought too much about it.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard someone exclaim in a loud voice: "Boat...... Ship! ”

Vanderland was taken aback, looked behind him, and suddenly gasped: "It's over!" ”

On their way, what greeted them was a high black wall, a wall so high that it suffocated him!

This high wall comes from a big ship, the legendary big iron ship - "Longsheng".

(End of chapter)