"To the southwest, five warships, Franco-barbarians,"

These were the messages provided to Zheng Zhilong by the lookout on the mast, which made Zheng Zhilong a little excited while being puzzled.

The time to go to sea is very short, and there is still about a day's voyage from Luzon, theoretically speaking, you should not run into the warship of the Franco-barbarian anyway-is it possible that the Franco-barbarian still has the courage to attack the Ming directly?

After thinking about it, Zheng Zhilong understood what was going on.

These Franco-machine barbarians were not the Spanish barbarians of Luzon, but the Honan-Chinese barbarians entrenched in the Great Ryukyu.

"Nanda, Zheng can't help it......"

After secretly saying sorry to the Admiral Nan Juyi of the East China Sea Fleet in his heart, Zheng Zhilong simply ordered: "Send a signal and send those Henan barbarians to see the Dragon King!" ”

Zheng Zhilong's order was conveyed, and the four lucky ships began to move closer to Zheng Zhilong's flagship, and formed a formation on the sea.

Five lucky ships against five barbarian warships, it's fair, isn't it? Our Lao Zheng is a particular person, and he will never bully more than less.

At the same time that the East China Sea Fleet discovered the opposite Dutch fleet, the Dutch fleet also discovered the Ming East China Sea Fleet.

But when it was discovered that there were only five warships on the Ming side, Williamson, the commander of the fleet who rushed to reinforce Taiwan on the Dutch side, was about to smile crookedly: "Pass my order, meet it, and let those barbarian navies see what a real navy is!" ”

The armed traders of Batavia were nothing short of rubbish, and they had lost the face of the Netherlands - how could they be afraid of their defeated fleets and turn to the country for help?

As one of the best naval commanders in the Netherlands, Williamson felt it was time to show what a real navy was.

The equipment is backward, the tactics are backward, and the victory can only be won by relying on the outnumbers and night sneak attacks - this is the information about the Daming Naval Division summarized by Williamson in the previous Penghu naval battle report during the Apocalypse.

And he not only brought five state-of-the-art three-masted sailing ships with a hull length of 40 meters, but also equipped each ship with nearly 80 guns, which was far more advanced than the warships equipped with 40 or 50 guns during the previous Penghu naval battle.

And over the years, both the rate of fire and the range of artillery have made great progress, and it will certainly be easy to defeat those backward barbarians.

But when the distance between the two sides approached a distance of ten miles or so, Williamson almost died of laughter - were all the barbarians on the other side stupid? When firing at ten miles, what role can it play in addition to wasting shells?

No wonder Williamson thinks so.

In fact, the range of the Dutch battleships was more than seven miles, close to eight miles, and after more than eight miles, the hit rate could only rely on God's blessing.

And this is enough for the Dutch Navy to laugh at sea without resistance, even the old power Spanish Navy was called dad by the Dutch Navy, thus making a great contribution to the independence of the Netherlands.

But firing a cannon at ten miles is simply an act of looking for death.

The power of artillery is great, including at sea.

But this thing is a hassle to reload - you have to pull the gun back from the gun window, then clean the chamber, reload, push it back, light it again, and fire the shell.

Such a process, relying on skilled naval gunners to complete, takes a long time - and this time is enough for the opposing warship to pull closer to complete the action of firing the cannon, and the threat to one's own side will be infinitely magnified.

And those barbarian navy on the opposite side chose to fire at a distance of ten miles, is this God making them lose their minds?

Williamson thought a lot, but he only had time to think for a split second - and then he felt a shudge in the ship, followed by a chaotic shout.

Williamson, who was originally as steady as a dog in the captain's room, almost fell to the ground, and after hurriedly stabilizing his body, he shouted to the herald beside him: "Go and see what is going on!" ”

The herald hurried out after receiving Williamson's order, and Williamson picked up the telescope in his hand and looked at the warship opposite.

"The Virgin Mary!"

Williamson couldn't help but let out such an exclamation - why was the barrel of the barbarian naval warship on the opposite side sticking out of the side so long? Why don't they need to pull the artillery back and unload?

it! They have more gun windows on their battleships than ours! it! Once again, they launched!

Williamson's five ships were met on the darkest day of their lives.

Shelling, endless shelling, flashes of fire from the gun windows of the opposing battleships, and then endless shells will be poured towards the five warships under their leadership.

However, the artillery of one side could not reach the other side at all - the difference in firing range was more than a distance of almost two miles, and this was no longer a matter of God forbid hits, but the shells could not hit the other side at all!

The herald who stumbled back didn't care about the image and discipline that Williamson had demanded in the past, but said with red eyes: "Your Excellency, most of our warships are on fire!" ”

Williamson also put down the binoculars in his hand at this time, and couldn't bear to observe the barbarian warships that could break his heart: "Order, hang the flag of the merchant ship, fly the white flag and surrender to the other party, we demand decent treatment." ”

The flag of the Dutch navy was soon withdrawn and replaced with the merchant flag and the white flag, and the commanding officers continued to wave the flag.

Zhao Qing put down the binoculars in his hand and asked Zheng Zhilong curiously, "What is the grandson you are facing?" Surrender under the white flag? ”

Zheng Zhilong sneered: "Those barbarians are like this, when they are beneficial, they run faster than anyone else, and they are more ruthless than anyone else, and they are not the top things."

Once they are at a disadvantage, they surrender faster than anyone else, and they still demand decent treatment, and they still think that they are the victorious side. ”

Zhao Qing also smiled: "According to what you say, aren't these grandsons very similar to Jiannu?" ”

Zheng Zhilong smiled: "It's almost, anyway, there is no good thing." ”

As soon as the tone of words changed, Zheng Zhilong continued to ask: "How is it, the other party asks to surrender, what does Gonggong Zhao think?" ”

Zhao Qing said gloomily: "Then accept their surrender." ”

Zheng Zhilong comprehended and instructed the herald beside him: "Order, stop the shelling, order the opposite side to drop the sails, and order Zheng Zhihu to bring the rear ship over and receive their warship." Tell Zheng Zhihu to strictly implement His Majesty's will! ”

Zheng Zhihu scolded and went to carry out Zheng Zhilong's order - take off his pants and fart, this is one more move!

The barbarians on the other side have a ball? Strictly implement His Majesty's will, isn't it to kill all those barbarians?

Kill the barbarians and receive their warships? As for their broken ships, the pirates who threw them to the Ming Dynasty are about the same, and the South China Sea Fleet is of no use for receiving them? Let the East China Sea Fleet see the joke?

According to Zheng Zhihu's opinion, it is the best choice to directly sink the Francois barbarians on the opposite side to the bottom of the sea to feed the Dragon King!

Ten miles away, even if you look at it from a distance, the volume of the lucky ship is just that—it's probably quite large.

But it was only before his own eyes that Williamson realized what true despair was—the damned ships piloted by these damned barbarians were almost as wide as the length of his own ships!

The Hernan warship, which was clearly the flagship, received the most firepower, and there were noticeably more fires on the hull and deck than the other four, and the Honanan barbarians were busy fighting the fire back and forth.

Zheng Zhihu scolded and scolded the interpreter and instructed: "Go, shout to these barbarians, let them kneel neatly!" Damn, the big sampan still wants to provoke Daming, aren't these fools taking the wrong medicine? ”

The soldiers of the South China Sea Fleet also landed Dutch warships from the Fuku, and tied the officers and men of the Dutch Navy who had surrendered one by one.

When it was Williamson's turn, who had already come out of the captain's quarters, he shouted, "You can't do this to me, I'm a nobleman, and I demand reciprocal treatment!" ”

Zheng Zhihu completely ignored Williamson's shouting, and instead directly ordered his own soldiers: "Find out their charts for Lao Tzu, and by the way, see if there are any good things on these broken ships." ”

The leader of the pro-soldiers understood and went directly to the cabin with a group of men.

Zheng Zhihu turned his head and asked, "What did this grandson shout just now?" ”

"He said he was a nobleman and demanded reciprocal and decent treatment. ”

Zheng Zhihu said thoughtfully: "I know, I will give him decent treatment in a while, and I will wronged him first." ”

The interpreter truthfully translated Zheng Zhihu's words to Williamson, and also let the stone in Williamson's heart go down.

It seems that these damn barbarians are still normal, at least they can communicate normally, and they also recognize the principle of reciprocity of the nobles, so there will be no problems with their lives.

Whether the lives of the rest were in danger was not Williamson's concern—could the nobles be the same as the untouchables?

Zheng Zhihu's personal soldiers were very powerful, and they had already found the nautical chart that Zheng Zhihu wanted from the cabin without forcing Williamson.

As for the gold, silver and jewelry, they were not found, or the little silver coins found were not even looked down upon by the ordinary soldiers of the South China Sea Fleet, let alone Zheng Zhihu.

After rolling up the chart and stuffing it into his arms, Zheng Zhihu smiled and said, "The things have been found, send them on the road!" ”

I have to admit that Zheng Zhilong has both advantages and disadvantages to being recruited.

The advantage is that the strength of the Ming Navy has swelled dramatically in a short period of time, and the experience of actual combat is important, which just makes up for the decline in naval strength caused by the blank period after the large number of naval divisions were abolished.

The corresponding disadvantages are also obvious - Zheng Zhilong also brought the Zheng family's pirate habits into the South China Sea Fleet, which is also the reason why the East China Sea Fleet led by Nan Juyi looks down on the South China Sea Fleet.

Now the soldiers of the South China Sea Fleet have carried out Zheng Zhihu's order very well - to send these Henan barbarians on the road.

And these bad seeds are not simply throwing people into the sea and finishing, but cutting a cut on the bodies of these barbarians, and then throwing people down.

Williamson's face had begun to turn blue, a sign of his extreme paleness.

These barbarians are so savage, they don't look like gentlemen of the civilized world at all - cutting people out of their wounds and throwing them into the sea is most likely to attract a bunch of sharks and ......

Fortunately, as a nobleman, he will not fall into such a fate, and he can probably wait until the end of the war with peace of mind, and then wait for his family to redeem him.

Although it will definitely be pointed at behind the back, but what is it? It's better than a shark!

It's just that Zheng Zhihu suddenly remembered that this guy in front of him was still asking for the treatment of a nobleman.

Approaching Williamson with a cruel smile, Zheng Zhihu instructed the interpreter: "Tell him that now Lao Tzu will give him aristocratic treatment and personally send him on his way." ”

The interpreter was originally a poor child, and he couldn't even mix up the fame of a showman, so he was forced to learn a few barbarian languages and then became a translator, and by chance entered the South China Sea Fleet.

And after following these bad breeds of the South China Sea Fleet for a long time, the interpreter can only sigh that such a simple good person as himself has learned badly.

After settling down, the interpreter smiled evilly and said to Williamson: "Dear Mr. Nobleman, out of your request for decent treatment, His Excellency Zheng Zhihu, the Admiral of the South China Sea Fleet of my Great Tomorrow Dynasty, will personally send you on your way.

Please rest assured, although His Excellency Zheng Zhihu is only a naval general in my Great Ming Dynasty, when he arrives in your country, he is also equal to the king of your country, and I believe that this will never damage your noble status. ”

After listening to the interpreter's words, Williamson screamed: "No! You must not do this to me! I'm a nobleman! The William family will give you a lot of money to ransom me back!" ”

Zheng Zhihu plucked out his ears and asked, "What the hell is this fool shouting about?" ”

"He said that he was a nobleman, and that his William family was very rich and would pay a large sum of money to ransom him back. ”

Zheng Zhihu nodded, but without hesitation in his hand, he stabbed Williamson in the back with a knife, and said with a smile in Williamson's scream: "Everyone likes the silver of Baihuahua, but Your Majesty said that he would slaughter three million Francois barbarians."

After laying the Francophone machine, your family's silver will naturally be Ming, and it will not be a moment and a half. ”

The interpreter once again translated to Williamson, who was screaming: "General Zheng Zhihu said that sooner or later, your family's silver will be Ming's, and it can't be used to buy your life. Sorry, Mr. Aristocrat. ”

After the translation was finished, Zheng Zhihu threw Williamson into the sea, clapped his hands and said, "Look, the decent treatment he wants has been given to him, Lao Tzu is really a good talker!" ”

After finishing speaking, Zheng Zhihu didn't pay attention to the sound of the interpreter and the soldiers patting on the back, and ordered loudly: "Go back to our own ship!" ”

Zheng Zhilong and Zhao Qing in the distance took all this in through the telescope, and Zhao Qing smiled and said, "Admiral Zheng, what should we do with those barbarian warships?" ”