[Don't tell me why you can't write Cl gas.,Sensitive word-3-Everyone will just watch it.,In addition, there must be some plots that are in parallel with Lingao.,There's some fandom in itself.,Let's just spray it casually orz]

Half a day is another day to reach the anchorage on Capper Island, and with a careful passage through the reefs in the San Bernardino Channel, more than four months of wandering at sea will come to an end. On this small island at the southwestern exit of the Strait, there was no shortage of palm wine and prostitutes, and after a two-day delay in repairing the rudder of the San Jerónimo damaged by the storm of the previous week, they could reach Manila Bay at a leisurely pace through the Sibuyan Sea and Verde waterways.

In the fortress of the eastern part of the empire, they could live happily for more than a month, and then return home with the most sought-after Chinese goods in the Americas.

The mission is boring and tedious, with few dangers other than the weather and the natives of the South Pacific islands to deal with. Especially in this area of water, there are no other ships passing by, and it is a channel that Dutch thieves will not touch, but it is necessary to be careful after entering the Sibuyan Sea.

The San Andreas should have been a short distance ahead, having been pulled off due to rudder problems after separating in the storm a few days earlier, but the sails were fine.

The midday sun was scorching and scorching, making it a little uncomfortable for Captain Fernando, who wanted to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor before arriving on Capper Island, and sweat was still on his furrowed cheeks, even when the sea breeze blew from time to time. Fortunately, the rainy season north of the equator was approaching, which made the captain's face slightly relieved. With the current wind and current, he was sure that he would be able to arrive in Manila at least fifteen days earlier than the previous year's voyage, which would mean nearly half a month more leisure on land, which was good news for all the crew of the San Jerónimo.

Taking advantage of the sunshine, the sailors were drying their dirty, damp hammocks on deck, some were busy drying the cabins with movable stoves to eliminate the discomfort of the previous days' stormy weather in the lower living spaces, and others were filling the leaking crevices of the cabins with twine-rubbed fibers and tar. The ship's doctor was spilling large quantities of vinegar and sulphur on buckets of red-hot charcoal, believing that this would keep the sickness away from the crew. After the storm, the cook re-lit the stove, and a few days of hot meals made the crew feel much better.

Optimism affected all crews, even the ship's supply officers no longer threw stockpiles of cured meats into soaking barrels to desalt, Kapoor Island had fresher and more delicious food, and the soldiers had had enough of the disgusting life at sea.

"What's that?"

Lieutenant Pedro struggled to correct his gaze, holding on to the bulwark of the foredeck with one hand, and adjusting a palm-long tube in the other hand to his eye socket, a monocular capable of magnifying 10 times, this tin tube and two finely ground lenses were enough to cost Pedro eighty silver pesos in the hands of an Italian merchant. After some identification, he finally saw that the upside-down image was a white sailboat, with a low freeboard and a streamlined hull, which was pleasing to the eye even when viewed upside down.

Fernando looked in the direction of Pedro's finger, his vision was much more normal, but he could only see the shadow of a ship in the sky, and there should not be any ships in this channel. Although the San Bernardino Strait is not a lively area, it is not uncommon for there to be some indigenous fishing boats in the area, but this boat is clearly not of any Visayan style.

The distance between him and the Hong Kong Reporter is closing, and when Lieutenant Pedro can see Yang Zhou's smiling face behind binoculars from the magnified image, the upside-down picture makes people look more angry. The other party was apparently observing the San Jerónimo in a similar way to himself, which made him uncomfortable.

Fernando said quietly: "It seems that the appearance of this ship is not simple, if I remember correctly, the San Andreas should be not far from us in front, let's try to meet it first, the appearance of this ship always reminds me of those pirates cruising in the Mediterranean, I hope I just think too much." ”

But half an hour later, a wisp of black smoke from the sky to the clouds made his worries come true, and in the next fifteen minutes, Fernando watched the front mainmast and chimney of the Shooter rise from the sea, and at this moment he seemed to understand that those worries were really unnecessary, the purpose of the other party was very clear, and the speed of the oncoming was really amazing, but from the appearance of the black ship on the sea level to now, it had advanced to a distance of nearly half a league.

Almost in the same way, with the experience of the San Andreas, the Shooter is much more comfortable with its new friends on its own.

Test firing began at 2,000 meters, effective firing was carried out after 1,000 meters, and at 500 meters, the gun emplacements on the bulwarks on both sides of the San Geronimo began patiently cleared, and then 300 meters, sweeping the decks above the waterline and setting up jumping platforms, everything seemed to be in order, as smooth as an assembly line.

Fernando was already a little desperate when the first round of shelling set off columns of water around the galleon's hull, and although the shells were still far away, he would not be confused about what such accurate firepower could mean in a naval battle.

As it had done two hours earlier, the Shooter had copied everything Shi Yu had done, and the loud voice sounded again at the right time, except that the owner of the voice had been replaced by Mr. Boxer, an old friend of the captain of the San Jerónimo, and the content of the shouting was not much new compared to Gonzalez.

He was still in a trance and frightened when Fernando was carried out of the stern by the soldiers of the Fubo Army, and even after seeing Boxer, he was still not sure if he would be able to save his life, after all, the deck under his feet was still full of blood and dirt at the moment, broken gun carriages, collapsed trusses and masts were almost everywhere, and mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere entangled with rigging and lifeboats, and at the moment they were being simply covered by the sails of the sails, which were the canvas that the soldiers took off the tail sails when they were cleaning the shooting boundary, The color of the linen was the same as the white napkin that Captain Fernando had hung out of the aft window at the end, with a yellow glow and a distinct smell of fireworks.

The purgatory-like scene made Xi Ya a little uncomfortable, but he managed to keep his emotions under control and asked Sburan to help interrogate the captives. The interpreter, who had just come from the Shiyu, accepted the task, and the rest of the horses had already been led by the senators to the lower levels of the search, and the gun emplacements and ammunition depots needed to be occupied immediately, but fortunately, the grenades simplified the search process to a large extent, and the sound of 'safety' reports sounded on the walkie-talkie from time to time.

"You're the captain of the San Jerónimo?" Sbland glanced at Boxer beside him as he asked, saw affirmation in his frightened eyes, and then returned his gaze to Fernando.

"Yes, sir, I think I have chosen to surrender." Fernando straightened the tattered Pulpovan, but his swollen cheeks still didn't look dignified.

"Are you referring to surrender by firing at us while hoisting the white flag?" Sbran smiled contemptuously, "I could have hanged you if I wanted to, do you know the consequences of surrendering?" ”

Just when the senators saw a stick wrapped in a white cloth sticking out of the stern, they thought it would be another victory without objection, but the sudden shelling almost made a hole in the shell of the Shooter, which made the senators a little annoyed.

"Please don't insult my honor!" Fernando's hands were tied behind his back, but his mood gradually calmed down, after all, his neck was not hanging from the mainmast of the San Jerónimo as the man in front of him said, and Boxer was standing there properly. He looked around at the faces of the East, surprised by the tall man in front of him who spoke fluent Spanish with a slight Madrid accent, convinced that this time it was at least much better than falling into the hands of those villains from the lowlands, so he also began to try to regain some of his due nobility, "Please believe me, I have ordered surrender, but Lieutenant Pedro refused......"

"Pedro?"

"He was the company commander of the soldiers on the ship, a restless son of a family." The captain's expression was shocked when he mentioned this person, "He even tried to seize the stern after I hoisted the white flag, it was terrible......"

"He thinks he can beat us?"

"Lieutenant Pedro is reluctant to surrender, he should be confident that he can defeat you in gang jumping, and then pay a ransom for him to drive the San Geronimo away, this scoundrel has been inciting sailors and soldiers to mutiny along the way, and I have struggled to maintain order on board." Fernando began to deflect the contradictions, and as soon as he began to shake the pot, his words began to sharpen, despite the fact that an hour earlier he and Lieutenant Pedro were standing on the foredeck to discuss the response.

"How many people are on board?"

"There were 387 people at the time of departure from Acapulco, and 350 at the last roll call, and you probably know that there are always people dying of scurvy and loneliness on ships going to sea."

"How many more soldiers are there?" Sbrain ignored the flattery in the captain's tone.

"There are only 90 people in the navy, that is Pedro's company, where they should be down there now."

"Is it with those royal grants in the bilge?" Sbran laughed.

Fernando's face was a little subtle when he heard this, and what he was worried about was indeed the case, but at the same time, he was glad that his life should have been saved, "Maybe so." ”

"How many royal grants are there on this ship."

Fernando shook his head, "I don't know, the numbers are confidential, I just take care of the carriage." ”

Seeing the bandits' focus on money, the captain once again got lucky and offered to bring a messenger to Manila to ask his friends over there to pay a ransom for him.

Sbulan gave him a response of one - lead the way.

…………

When the smoke cleared, the sailors and crews who were hiding in various places on the lower deck were found one by one by the soldiers of the Fubo Army, who knelt down on the ship for a long time, and the soldiers took it upon themselves to tie their hands with the help of a few of them.

After encountering a round of somewhat stubborn resistance from the ship's sailors, the assault team used the gaseous chlorine carried by the Hong Kong Reporter, which was one of the few stocks in the Senate, and stored cylinders under the bilge of the yacht for the possible attack of this mission, and even asked the Ordnance Superintendent to make a batch of deerskin sewn goggles and masks for protection.

When Sbulan entered the bilge, the yellow-green gas had not yet dissipated, and some of the sailors on the upper deck were saved for their lives because of the timely surrender, but those behind were not so lucky, chlorine, which was heavier than air, completed their slaughter in the space below the waterline, especially the exit of the lower deck where the sailors were preparing to counterattack became the most terrifying place.

More than half of the soldiers in this company had their lives frozen forever, and some of them still had painful expressions of tearing their throats until death fell. Seeing all this, Sburan felt a pang of discomfort in his heart, but in the blink of an eye, he thought that if it weren't for the resolute resistance of the sailors, perhaps the senators would not have been willing to use this powerful 'chemical weapon', of course, after reassessing the opponent's combat power, he also admitted that maybe some tear gas would be enough.

The main trophy of the operation, the silver peso from the Viceroyalty of New Spain in the distant empire, lay quietly in these cabins below the waterline. Silver boxes with lead seals and iron sheets lined up neatly, and Sbrain inspected the seals, on which the coat of arms of the Royal Court of New Spain was intact.

Captain Fernando was the first to discover Lieutenant Pedro's body, behind a silver chest, and through the cloudy goggles he could still understand the Lieutenant's despair before he died, his life being corrupted and obliterated little by little in a pain that seemed to come from hell. It was only after seeing the dead compatriots and the corpses of Pedro in the hatch that Fernando had to be convinced that the new creatures in the sea were true devils, and he was deeply worried about his future.

Sbrandan ignored the change in the mood of the man leading the way, and spoke on the walkie-talkie.

"Let's disinfect the bottom first, and then let the captives carry all the boxes up." He adjusted the strong flashlight in his hand again, glanced around the cabin again, and then said lightly with satisfaction, "I'm afraid there will be more people later, and I think I can return to the ship......"

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