I don't know how long I waited, but the world around me was quiet, just like those previous nights, more like the scene just now had never happened.

Han Duya shook his head, shook the floating soil on his head, looked around, there seemed to be no living person, the moment the gun rang out, the guard subconsciously held the shield in front of him, and the result was that the shield bounced back with his body, and he was not cared for by the bullets.

Pushing away the one who owed him a life, the big wound on the back of the corpse could not make him frightened, and the blood on his body was viscous and uncomfortable, as a warrior of the clan, Handua had fought against the enemy, and smearing the enemy's blood all over his body was believed to be the only way to strengthen himself, but the blood was replaced by the same clan, or followed his loyal subordinates for many years, which made him inevitably sad.

Hundreds of Godajans had fled, leaving only the dead plains, silent by the lights cast on the low walls of the harbor.

Originally, the merchant station didn't plan to kill him, just to repel it, just to kill, these heads don't count at all under modern weapons, but it will be more useful to keep them.

Han Duya was sad, but he was shocked, the short hair obviously had such a sharp firearm, and hundreds of people came to the ministry this time, most of them were waiting to capture the merchant station to carry it. But just now, as soon as he raised his head slightly, there were dozens of dead corpses in his eyes, and Yicheng of the soldiers stayed dozens of steps away from the low wall of the merchant station, and could no longer move forward.

In addition to the power of firearms, what shocked Han Duya even more was the short-haired mental technique, how many days before, pretending to be like a dog, this time finally showed a mouth full of steel teeth, the first bite bit off a large piece of meat from the Gotha Yangbu, it was really vicious, it seems that this short-haired day in Borneo, in the future, the clan should not want to have a good life.

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Different from the thoughts of the natives outside the low wall, the eyes of the two people on the low wall were shining, and their freshly groomed faces were even more radiant.

After a two-day voyage, Jacos and Schutten's fleet arrived in Boroni a few days ago, and today's battle convinced them that more than a year of wandering at sea had not been in vain, and that the Lemaire family and the Australian company would not only have the backing to rival the East India Company, but also have a bright future ahead of them.

These Han people, who claim to be descendants of the Great Song Dynasty, not only fully demonstrated their skills and wealth to them in the past few days, but also performed a perfect military lesson for the two and their team today.

It's not about beating the natives cleanly, it's the Spaniards, the Portuguese, the Dutch, and the British in the past. What they cared about was that the weapons of these Song people were so sharp, if such firearms could be carried to his ship, they would be enough to fight against all the pirates and armies all the way from the Spice Islands to Amsterdam, of course, Jaco must have understood that such a militaristic weapon would not be easy to deal with, he was just a newcomer to the business, and he also remembered his father's advice. In other words, there is no need to open your mouth to the Song people without benefits, and just a few days of contact convinced him that although this group of people has the face of Chinese, deep down, there is something as essential as them - profit drives everything.

After this time, he had understood that the current task was no longer to seek some southern continent and new trade routes, in his opinion, new trade routes were just around the corner.

The most important thing he needed to do was to go to Java and Sumatra as soon as possible to form enough ships and enough goods according to the requirements of the Song people, and the Song people had a huge appetite for what they needed, whether it was grain, timber, or minerals, whether it was silver or goods, it was a very good deal.

Moreover, with such a powerful organization standing in the back, it is obvious that it does not have to worry about the exclusion of its compatriots or the threat of hostile countries, and now it has made a good start, and it can be seen that he is voting for his own weakness, and he needs to maintain this posture and maintain a good relationship.

For this reason, after the first round of strafing by the gunners on the low wall, Jacole could not wait to put forward a proposal for deepening cooperation and exclusive monopoly on trade with the Song, and Shu Teng agreed.

However, Xu Xuance said lightly: "Don't worry, we have time, before that, maybe you are still interested in staying here for a few more days, and the Spaniard's Galen ship may also have something that interests you." ”

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Cleaning the barrels, stuffing gunpowder, loading shells, igniting sparks, aiming, firing, a crew of six is the most standard configuration, so that the nine cannons on the side of the St. Anthony pour the captain's anger into the harbor with a steady rhythm, but the target of this anger is only the hundreds of poor pirates in the harbor who are still lucky enough to stand, and compared to the intimidation caused by the previous burst of bullets, the bombardment of the cannons immediately made the poor people of tonight jump again.

But it didn't make the Spaniards happy for longer, and a light was already gathering in the direction of the galleon. A fishing vessel with a displacement of less than 500 tons is less than a fifth the size of the Spanish Galen, but when it comes to the ease with which the sea can come and go, the bulky sailing ship is naturally incomparable. The Spaniards angrily rebuked the black slaves in the rowboats as they continued to bombard targets on the shore with heavy artillery.

At this moment, a bright pillar of light shot down from the height beside the trestle, and the pillar of light finally locked firmly on the magnificent hull of the St. Anthony after several rounds of navigation on the sea.

Without leaving time for any sighs, the four fishing boats detoured back to the front and back of the galleon, where the dead ends of the ship's artillery fire.

"Loading 12.7 mm caliber shell-piercing shells, firing ......"

The moment the sound came out, the battle was even worse than before, Gonzalez had heard the sound of continuous firearms firing from the ship before, but this time it was even different. The captain, who had already had a slight concern, also had great confidence in the three-layer oak hull, after all, in this era, no weapon could easily penetrate such a hull, but such suspense stayed in the captain's mind for less than three seconds before it was over.

The 80 rounds per minute rapid fire of armor-piercing shells completely destroyed the entire bulwark of the St. Anthony facing the harbor after the first round of fire, and the completely exposed gun emplacements were strewn all over the ground, with broken hands and feet everywhere, and the nine guns on that side were crooked, some lying across the deck, and some sliding into the sea, and the only result at this time was that the gunners and sailors who were killed and wounded by them, but many pigs and sheep in cages ran out and jumped alive. A hen was standing on a horizontal gun carriage looking over the bay, and her usual task was to produce special eggs for the captain, but she was the only lucky one on the deck who had not been harmed in the first place.

Blood flowed down the wooden grating and drainage channels that had been used for ventilation and lighting, and the entire gun deck was like hell, with only blood, pain, and wailing left, and the only thing to be thankful for was that the soldiers had been able to strictly follow the operational requirements of the artillery, and the barrels of gunpowder were divided into small portions and transported from the powder silos on the ground floor to the upper floors, so that at least there was no explosion and no more devastating blow to the hull.

Gonzalez was already sweating profusely, and could no longer care about his elegant image, and in the moments before the artillery and bulwarks were destroyed, his first task was to solve the problem with Father Alfonso. The devil's pillar of light, the mysterious and terrifying power that the Song people obviously possessed, made it necessary for the St. Anthony to take great risks to turn in the dark of night in the face of enemy surveillance, and at this time when it was not expected to be ideal, it would have been extremely difficult to withdraw from the bay at high tide, not to mention the painful choice of abandoning some of the soldiers and sailors, which was difficult for Gonzalez to face.

He was even ready to recruit some Moors and black sailors at Manraka in order to make acceptable compensation for himself, both in man and in spirit, only to be interrupted by a sudden blow.

In less than three minutes, the St. Anthony, which had taken an unknown amount of manpower, material resources and time to build, was completely disabled, and the other side did not attack the hull below the waterline, apparently only because it ordered itself to anchor in the ground, or to put it another way, surrender, as the voice in the air had claimed.

It's just that he was just as surprised as Gonzalez and Zhang Chai Lao on the shore, who was almost killed by the Spanish cannonfire, not only surprised by the power of the Song gunboats at this time, but also shocked him by another strange incident behind him.

Just when the pillar of light that firmly grasped the Spaniard's ship shot into the sea, Zhang Chai Lao was finally able to see clearly that the black shadows on both sides of the trestle were all floating on the sea. There are many such things, ten to hundreds, hundreds to thousands, thousands to thousands, but only when he really stands under the 50,000-ton ship, can he fully experience that powerlessness, and the despair from the heart and then give up resistance is also from that moment.

"Target, mainmast, fire ......"

Before Gonzalez could even hoist the white flag, two of the three masts had already fallen, and the fallen mast smashed into the deck along with the half-hung sails, causing the sailors who had escaped the last disaster and the two guns on the other deck to lose the battle again.

"It looks like the ship is completely abandoned." Rockley looked out of the harbor, like a movie in the light of a searchlight, and the half-destroyed St. Anthony made him sigh.

Ping Qiusheng comforted: "There is no pity to be honest, as long as the things on the ship are with the people, he is still valuable." ”

"A white flag flew over the side of the ship."

"Hung out again."

With nearly three-digit casualties approaching half of the ship's crew, Father Alfonso was long gone, and Mr. Gonzalez, who was still cursing the 'devil', could no longer care about the movements of the survivors on board.

Although eighty percent of the people in this boat were illiterate, it did not prevent them from having a survival instinct and understanding of their native language that was constantly ringing in the air, and the shredded sails, the torn leaflets, the disbanded free towels, all the materials they could use came in handy, and the crew members who still had a life left were eager to hang up their underwear, if they had any of them.

The monster spitting demon flames finally stopped roaring, and in order to fight this battle, the two governments allocated enough armor-piercing shells to several fishing boats, and there must not be such a generous thing for a long time to come.

Rodriguez had an unforgettable night, and now he had to lead his unscathed rowing fleet to bring the crew ashore who had surrendered.

Gonzalez crouched over the railing of the stern tower in a daze, looking at the lights in the harbor and muttering to himself, which was Herrera's verse.

"The more fearful, the more stubborn."

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"It's like the wheels are spinning."

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"Falling into the abyss again and again."

The gunners hidden in the shadows and towers came out one by one, fully armed, with black helmets and black armor, looking at these opponents who had been fighting all night, and when they showed their true faces at this time, the surviving Sulu bandits, the Zhang family gang and Gonzalez, who had just come ashore, couldn't help but sigh, at least one point of intelligence was not wrong, the other party was really only these centaurs.

Suppressing the joy of the first victory, Zhu Dazhao stood in the center of the hall and said aloud to all the traversers who could hear him: "From today onwards, our Great Song Dynasty and the Spanish Empire have officially entered a state of war, and the Western Thieves will take full responsibility for the war. In addition, I announce that the Nanyang Raiders have officially begun. ”

A series of cheers erupted from the crowd, but it was only a little more than a month, but waiting for this sound was really like a year.

The merchant station in the port of Mullah received the news almost at the same time, and it was only the cheers that reached the climax, but a loud noise was heard outside the night, and the sound shook like the sound of the sky breaking, and even though it was gone, everyone looked to the southwest, which was the direction of the royal capital.

was stunned, but Xu Xuance smiled calmly and said, "Don't worry, it must be that old man Said...... Exploded. ”

[Make up for what you owe yesterday, Dazhang presents it, and asks for a red ticket]