While the Flying Mountain was urgently preparing for battle, the fourth-class battleship of the Dutch Seven Provinces Alliance, which had only one gun deck, was long enough, while Captain Christian and Joan Kraus, an employee of the East India Company, were using monoculars to observe the situation of the Flying Mountain.

The Dutch have been building castles in Batavia for a long time, although Batavia itself is still an independent small country at this time, and the Dutch have not yet fully controlled it, but, in the eyes of the Ming trade, they have always wanted to get a close foothold, the Dutch attacked Malacca several times, but they could not attack for a long time, so they had to give up. Instead, he began to pay attention to the Ryukyus, Dayuan (Taiwan), and Penghu generation, which is undoubtedly very convenient to the Ming Dynasty and Japan.

"Qiao An, although we are here to reconnoiter the situation in Penghu this time, we should not let go of the opportunity to make a fortune by accident. Say yes, my dear friend."

"You're right, this strait is a very busy commercial route, and all you encounter here are fat sheep."

"This ship is an ordinary small merchant ship unarmed, I estimate that it is less than three hundred long tons."

"I didn't see any weapons, no artillery, no, I saw three strange things, what were they, it looked like a large crossbow, are these people still using these primitive weapons."

"See, three things like bows and crossbows, well, I haven't seen them either, I guess they still have a little lethality, such as shooting arrows at us, haha"

"They dropped the sails, haha, it seems that this is a wise captain, we have 24 six-pounder guns, they are not our opponents, and this kind of ship wants to escape, it can't outrun us, it is impossible to escape."

"Tell the first mate, get fully armed, go to deck, get ready and broadboard, and we'll receive our loot."

The lookout post of the Flying Mountain waved a white flag and came to a slow stop. The Dutch slowed down, waved flags in this direction, and an interpreter began to shout for the Flying Mountain to surrender immediately, and the East India Company announced that it would take over the ship. All lay down their arms.

Soon the two ships were sideways, and the Dutch sailors threw hooks with ropes and hooked the bulwarks of the Flying Mountain. At this time, the captain Christian found that although the Feilai Mountain was not armed, there were a lot of barbed wires around the ship, and it stretched out diagonally upwards for more than four meters, in this case, he could not jump to board the ship, but he was not in a hurry to check his trophies, since he had hooked the Feilai Mountain with dozens of ropes, he did not have to worry about the ducks flying to the beak, and it was a matter of time to board the ship.

At this time, Li Jing and Boss Zhang were hiding behind the sandbags on the bridge, and twenty-three Lu Mi Gunners were also squatting behind the sandbags. In the room at the tail, Li Wei'er, Li Xin'er and the four maids were all ready for battle, and everyone on the ship took their weapons and hid in their respective positions. He was wearing a life jacket. Several sailors who were fluent in Latin were negotiating with the Dutch through the bulwark. This is the merchant ship of the Ming Dynasty, and this is also the jurisdiction of the Ming Fujian, and the Dutch have no right to intercept the merchant ship here.

Christian, sneering at the childish and ridiculous words of these Ming people, and on this ship, in addition to the gunners on the artillery deck, more than a hundred other sailors gathered behind him, and there were more than fifty musketeers, and the rest were armed with scimitars and Swiss halberds, ready to get on board.

"Tell these fools that they don't understand their situation yet, and open the iron door on the bulwark at once, or we will sink them with cannons"

At this time, Li Jing nodded at Boss Zhang, who shouted loudly into a row of sound horns: "Set up a cannon, fire." At the sound of an order, hundreds of people suddenly drilled out from countless corners, and directly put the sixteen Furrang machine guns that had already been loaded with shotguns on the U-shaped gun mount, and the tiger squat guns were pushed to the opening in the bulwark. The aft bridge was three or four meters higher than the deck of the Dutch, and twenty-three musketeers quickly stood up and opened fire in a line.

"God, we have been fooled, this is a pirate ship, they have artillery, cut the cable, separate from them, and sink them with cannons".

Christian howled angrily, and the deck behind him was suddenly in chaos, and the two strong men who were originally holding large axes and were about to forcibly break through the iron bar door in the middle of the bulwark of the Feilai Mountain were directly hit by muskets at close range and plunged into the sea.

At this time, the ten tiger squatting guns also fired, a series of roars, like thunder, in the bulwark, a meter square hole exposed a black and faint cannon mouth, one after another spewed flames, dense iron sand shotguns, swept across the opponent's deck, Christian in the Feilai Mountain bridge of the musketeer quickly pressed Joan, lying down.

In an instant, there was a flood of mourning on the deck, and a large number of musketeers and sailors were knocked to the ground by the shotguns, except for the wounded who were rolling and wailing in pools of blood, and the rest were looking for cover.

At this moment the eighteen Fran cannons also opened fire, and the reacting musketeers had just shown their heads and were about to return fire, when the second wave of shotguns once again swept across the entire deck and the bridge at the bow and stern, and there was a great deal of mourning, and the helmsman rolled into the sea with a scream.

Then the sailors of the Flying Mountain quickly replaced the Franky gun, and the previous seven or eight days of training worked. Coupled with the rapid reloading of the fixed-loading medicine pack, it took more than ten seconds to replace the pointed cylindrical solid bullet. Li Jing shouted from the bridge: "Aim the muzzle of the Furlong machine at the opposite gun door and fire, and throw the gunpowder bag."

The distance between the two sides is less than ten meters, and the faces of both sides can be seen clearly. Since it was previously believed that the Flying Mountain was an unarmed merchant ship, the gun compartment was not even loaded with artillery, and the red iron was burned (inserted in the gun door to ignite and fire gunpowder), taking advantage of the time lag between the Dutch gunners and the unresponsive, the sailors of the Flying Mountain did not quickly lower the muzzle of the gun, and fired diagonally at the opposite gun window, firing in turn.

At a very close range, half of the 5.5-pound pointed-nosed cylindrical Furlong shells pierced through the bulkhead of the gun compartment of the Dutch fourth-class ship, and the gun commander pierced his face with wooden thorns all over his face, covering his face and howling. Several officers were impaled in the thighs by broken logs. The gunners also rushed to the wolves and made a mess.

Immediately after, six or seven twenty pounds of gunpowder cowhide bags were thrown over and landed on the other deck. Seeing the gunpowder bag fall on the other deck, Li Jing and Zhang Lao shouted: "All lie down, lie down quickly." ”

A series of explosions continued to rise on the opposing deck, flames flew tens of meters high, and the three-tiered quadrangular sails of the three main masts burned. The rear mast shook twice and broke and fell into the sea.

The gun windows of the gun compartment also spewed flames from the inside out, apparently the powder packs had blown through the solid deck made of teak and oak.

"Cut the rope from the iron hook at once, hoist the sails, and we'll go at once." Boss Zhang shouted hoarsely.

A group of sailors rushed up with axes and cut the ropes, while the sailors on deck quickly swung the ratchet mechanism and quickly raised the sirler.

Looking at the small number of powder kegs scattered in the opponent's gun warehouse, Li Jing had his heart hanging in his throat, and now he must immediately break away from the other party, if the other party's gunpowder is killed, the two ships will have to finish playing. If the other side controlled the fire, came to his senses, controlled the chaotic situation in the gun warehouse, and opened fire to bombard the Feilai Mountain, with the planks of his own ship, his merchant ships would not be able to resist the opponent's 24 six-pounder guns.

As the sails were raised, the Flying Mountain began to slowly accelerate and set off.