On the vast sea, 26 warships are listed in a vertical column on the sea. After several days of windless weather, the wind finally became violent, and the blowing of the wind crackled the hard sails on the mast, as if a little more violent could break the mast into two sections, showing amazing strength. One wave after another surged onto the side of the ship, and the waves lined up the hull of the ship with a creaky sound, and some of the big waves even rushed up to the ship's building at once, pouring Zhao Xingde who was standing there from head to toe.

"Lord Zhao, the wind and waves are too strong, you can go back to the cabin first!" Shi Hengtou, the leader of Sinan's gang, shouted with a pale face.

"Not necessarily." Zhao Xingde clasped the side of the boat with both hands. He looked up at the mast that seemed to be shaking, and asked aloud, "Look at the wind, do you need to drop the sails?" He stared at Shi Heng tightly, and another big wave hit, pouring the two of them with seawater all over their faces.

"This wave can stand up!" Shi Heng replied loudly: "Our iron bone ship is still viable!" The wooden boat is finished! ”

He glanced at the windshield and yelled at a few sail chiefs, "Fifteen points! "Tatsumi fifteen points!" Everyone who heard it repeated the roar, and the roar of countless people resounded across the deck through the obstruction of the storm. Xun fifteen minutes, that is, the current wind direction is northwest, and Guangzhou is slightly northerly in the east. In the chaotic wind direction, the only way to turn the hard sail, catch the wind in all directions, and take the zigzag route to sail.

Several sails must be coordinated properly for a sea boat to eat the sea breeze and move forward with twists and turns.

The wind roars, the people roar, and the sailors keep spinning the hard sails, so that the hard sails always turn with the change in the direction of the wind.

The wind and waves are getting stronger and stronger, a ship with hard sails on all sides, and under the impetus of the sea breeze, the warship is like an arrow from the string in the turbulence.

In the stormy seas, the warship more than ten zhang long seemed to be a toy played by the giant hands of heaven and earth, and the people on board were like ants.

Above the ship, someone shouted, "My lord, cut the sail line!" ”

"Wait and see!" Zhao Xingde shouted loudly, his face was gloomy than the sky.

As the wind grew stronger, the ships had lowered several sails, and only the last few half-sails were maintained. In the storm, chopping the sail rope is the last resort, the hard sail will be lowered immediately due to its own weight, however, once the sail rope is cut off, if you want to hang it up again, you can only wait for the wind and waves to calm down, the most headache is that the sailboat cut the sail rope, as if the sergeant gave up his weapon, and even could not control the course of the drift, under such a strong wind and waves, the more than 20 warships of the South China Sea Navy Division are likely to be completely lost! It is almost impossible to gather this fleet in time.

The sky was dark, the sea water poured up to the deck like a pouring rainboard, the baffles on both sides of the ship had been lowered, the stagnant water was constantly leaning into the sea, and sometimes the sailors had to stand waist-deep in the water and pull the sail ropes, and the short shirts and twerkets were already soaked, and they could not tell which was the sea and which was sweat. The storm seems to be deliberately difficult and constantly changing direction, and at this moment, the stronger the wind and waves, the greater the force required to push the hard sail. In the wind and waves, there was constantly the roar of the sail captain and the sailor's horn.

"Push hard—" "Hey—hey! ”

"Desperate old man-" "Hey-yo! ”

With the sound of a trumpet, the sailors pushed the hard sails with all their might, each sail turning in response to the direction of the wind.

The huge waves tossed the ship high and then caused it to fall to the bottom.

The power of heaven and earth made an old sailor's face pale and murmured: "Lord Dragon Bless!" ”

"Oh my God!" Holy shit!" Your grandma's! Someone was cursing loudly in desperation, and the sound quickly dissipated in the storm.

In the lower cabin, debris "clang" and "clang" rolled all over the floor. The miscellaneous items were all tied with ropes, but the ropes were loosened by the jolting of the warship, and the faces of every sailor in the bilge were pale, and even those who had been at sea all year round had not passed through such a big wave, not to mention the musketeers who had been selected from the head of the infantry barracks. They could only tie themselves to the bulkhead of the ship, desperately holding back the desire to vomit, the deck was in shambles, the cabin was leaking with a bang, and the sea water was already up to their knees. The sailors had to untie the ropes, stumble up the tubs, and desperately scoop the water into the uninhabitable bilge.

"Quick, quick!"

"Oh my God!"

The tall hull of the ship was constantly jolting and shaking, and the bronze glass lamp hit the beams of the house with a "ding" and "clanging" sound.

The lights on the roof of the cabin were also shaking. This faint light, shining on the sallow and pale faces, made the atmosphere in the cabin even more tense and terrifying. In the powder chamber, the sailors stared nervously at the round barrels that were tied tightly to the ropes, and at the slightest sign of loosening the ropes, they had to tie them up again even if they fought for their lives. In some cabins, sailors were sweating profusely scooping water, and if they fell into the water, they had to struggle to get up and continue scooping. In some cabins, the copper glass lamp was broken, and there was only darkness left in the cabin, the hatch was locked, and the sailors tied to the bulkhead had no choice but to feel the sea gradually submerge the surface of the feet, then the ankles, and then the calves...... Just when someone was trembling, the shaking of the hull gradually decreased.

"The wind is steady!"

"The wind is light!"

Upstairs, someone shouted in ecstasy, and the sailors raised their wet heads and looked at the unpredictable sky in anticipation.

Zhao Xingde also looked up in the distance, there seemed to be a giant hand in the sky that broke through a big hole in the haze clouds, the golden sunlight, like a huge sword from the sky into the ocean, the light was shining, dazzling, this light seemed to announce the end of the storm.

The sea breeze gradually calmed down, and the sea surface was sparkling.

By this time, even the slightest experienced sailor could tell that the storm had passed, and everyone on deck had ecstasy on their faces.

"The wind is steady!" "God has eyes!"

"Lao Tzu is alive again!" Some of the sailors couldn't help but cheer loudly with excitement and excitement.

Zhao Xingde's face showed a look of relief, and he turned his head to look at Shi Heng.

Shi Heng is the captain of the entire fleet, in charge of the direction of the fleet, when the whole fleet is in ecstasy, his expression is still very calm, and after the wind direction stabilizes, there is no sign of continuing to weaken, and he uses the sky and geodescopy to determine the position of the ship, Shi Heng let out a long breath, and said to Zhao Xingde: "Fortunately, the storm has passed!" Because of the storm, the speed of the ship was faster than usual, and it should be through the continent in less than a day. A rare smile appeared on his face, Chuanzhou is a big island south of Guangzhou, after the South China Sea sailors arrived at Chuanzhou, and then east is Yashan, and then cross the Lingding Ocean to the east, it is possible to block the mouth of the Pearl River and block the Haikou ships besieging Guangzhou in the port of Guangzhou.

"Not bad!" Zhao Xingde nodded with a smile and praised: "Riding the wind and waves, thanks to the quantity!" ”

Shi Heng was not modest, smiled slightly, and began to observe the wind direction and strength again. Among the generals sent by the Xia State to the United Naval Division, only this Shi Heng was truly proficient in navigation. He and Zhao Xingde are also old acquaintances, once led a fleet from Xiuzhou in the Song Kingdom, through Liaodong Subin, Dongying Islands, along the southern edge of the ice sea until the continent on the other side of the ocean, the whole voyage lasted for a year. If you talk about the rich experience at sea, many old sailors of the Song Dynasty are not as good as him. It's just that in the Xia Kingdom, there are too few people who are proficient in navigation.

"When-" "When-" "When-" The gongs sounded on the ships to announce safety, and there was jubilation under the deck.

The sails of each ship were re-raised, and the sails were suspended in the wind, and the course was adjusted and headed towards Yashan Island.

"Turn the rudder—12 minutes to the head—" "Okay! Turning the rudder—heading—twelve minutes—"

............

"Kill!" "Kill!"

In the north of Hanhai City, in the narrow area, countless people are crowded, shining with bloody light in the sun.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour, and there were no tactics on both sides, and the battlefield had become a slaughterhouse for you to the death.

All of them were like wild beasts, their eyes were red.

Every moment, countless people screamed and fell to the ground. Every moment, someone wields a knife and a gun to kill others.

At the beginning, the regimental training kept the phalanx forward to rush and kill, however, their formation was soon chaotic by the pirates, and the regimental training soldiers could only protect each other back to back. Haikou fired arrows from afar, and relied on martial arts to fight alone in the distance. In the various battle groups, the Great Food Samurai are particularly powerful, they are agile, and it is difficult to hit the opponent with one shot in the group training alone, while the scimitar of the Great Food Samurai is very sharp, and it is often possible to cut off the gun of the group training soldier with one knife, and then take the head in one step. Under the flash of the sword, countless blood splashes. Although the regimental training soldiers were numerous, once their formation was scattered, they would soon be unable to resist the ferocious slashing of the pirates.

The group of soldiers retreated, and the officers regrouped behind them, and then drove up again to fight.

Zuo Nianyuan saw a seriously wounded officer being dragged back by several soldiers, the man's face was covered with flesh and blood, his eyes were closed, and he couldn't see his true face. These people who can come back alive are lucky people, and many people fell under the city of Hanhai and never got up. After the Song army retreated, the Haikou had to mend the officers and soldiers who remained on the battlefield one by one, and even dragged them to the head of the city to behead them for public display. His battalion had lost manpower in the battle a few days before, and the state government had not sent them to fight because of the blessing of misfortune. And today's fighting is far more tragic than the previous days.

The front is simply a bloody Shura hell, even if Liu Sanqi has seen blood like this, the fierce soldiers who have been in the battle formation are pale.

The shiny blade reflected his pale face. The bright sword light was trembling slightly, and it was because the hand was trembling.

The drums sounded, the flag officer gave the order, and Zuo Nianyuan led the headquarters to attack the enemy formation.

"Damn it!" Zuo Nianyuan muttered, he drew his saber and shouted, "Get out of battle!" ”