Whether or not there were shells whizzing by, they were able to carry out every command from the standard-bearer without panic. Even if a companion was hit by a cannonball and blood splattered all over their faces, they would still turn a blind eye, at most draw the short knife on their legs, cut the safety rope on their companion's body, and let their companion's body fall into the sea. This is the final destination of a sailor, a navy, and a sailman. Dust to dust, dust to earth, the son of the sea to return his soul to the sea, is right. No tombstone is more spectacular and lasting than a wave, and it will rejoice for sailors forever.

Mongolian sailors are also fighting hard and playing with their lives! There were their companions floating all over the sea, and there might be brothers, fathers and sons among them, but they had no time to rescue them, and sometimes they had to watch the hull run over their heads, without the slightest hesitation. Because there are boats on the left and right, front and rear, there is not much room to maneuver. For the sake of hundreds of lives on the boat, even if it is a father and son in the water, he has to close his eyes and run over.

Once people are in this environment, they will suddenly burst out with infinite power, and they have no time to think about whether the shells will break themselves into a few pieces of minced meat in the next second, and the strong adrenaline will make them forget their fear and fear for a while, and they will not feel tired or painful. The barrel was still smoking, so he picked up the stone bullet and stuffed it into it, and he didn't know the squeak of the skin on his hand, completely like a robot, mechanically active, mechanically obedient.

Although in terms of losses, the Mongolian sailors were on the inferior side, but they had strong capital, that is, they were numerous. Sinking one ship after another, stepping on the corpses of their predecessors and stubbornly pushing southward, although this speed has been slowed down a lot. But I want to stop them completely. These seventeen warships of the Royal Navy alone are not enough. It would be perfect if we could triple that number again. It's a pity that Hong Tao didn't have so many warships in his hands, and this arms race was despised by him, he didn't expect the Mongols to use warships like this, which was also his shortcoming. After all, he is just a small citizen in later generations, and he has nothing to do with war fart, and the result will be quite different from reality just by relying on imagination and knowledge in books.

"Boom...... ......"Now he is going to pay the price for not being able to calculate, and the war has been going on for less than six hours. There was a sudden loud explosion in the rear of the main fleet. The sea water was hit by the sound wave and made a layer of fine ripples, and even the huge hull of the Jinhe was shaken incessantly, and in less than a second, there were two loud bangs in a row.

"Who is it! Whose ship! Hong Tao didn't have to think about it to know that the ammunition depot had exploded. Turning his head, three huge mushroom clouds rose from the tail of the main fleet, and black and white smoke rose into the air hundreds of meters high. At the center of the explosion, more than a dozen battleships of the Mongolian naval division were lying crookedly on the water, the superstructure was shattered, and the masts flew out a hundred meters away. Directly on the foredeck of another ship. The circle of ships close to the explosion site was also damaged to varying degrees, and many sail gear and sail handlers were shaken down.

"It's ship six. His tail rudder was hit, and before the explosion it sent a flag, saying that His Majesty must go back alive, they still have a family to take care of by His Majesty, and they are not at ease with others...... "The ship was blown up, and the flag bearer on the lookout sent the message. As the flagbearers of the flagship, they can't process too much information in wartime, so they can only select the most relevant information reports and convey the orders of the fleet commander is the first choice.

It seems that the number six ships did not expect to reply to them at all, without the rudder, they could not follow the fleet to turn, and between being surrounded by the warships of the Mongol naval division, captured and committed, they decisively chose the latter. If they were given the choice of those who lived in Golden River, it is estimated that a large proportion would do so. Accustomed to a carefree, peaceful, and free life, no one wants to be a slave to others anymore. They would rather die themselves in exchange for the right of their families and descendants to continue to live happily.

"Uncle, the fourth ship is not ready, their hull has been leaking all the time, and it can't be stopped. Now that the spare sails were also broken and could not keep up with the fleet, they begged to leave...... "Compared to the thick-skinned Shark-class and killer whale-class warships, the armed merchant ships converted from the Salmon-class are indeed not suitable for this kind of close-range, high-intensity large-scale naval battles." Although their hull structure is much stronger than the Salmon-class imitated by Zhenzhou Shipyard, Phuket Shipyard, and Mongolian sailors, they are not warships after all, and once the hull is structurally damaged, it is difficult to continue to maintain, and now they have lost power and can't run away if they want to.

"Turn around, lean over, and tell them to go to the deck to assemble and prepare the springboard, your uncle and I don't have so much spare money to support their families!" Hong Tao said as he pushed the second officer away, grabbed the steering wheel and slammed it to the left.

Compared with armed merchant ships, the Golden River is not much better at this time. Its hull was rough and thick, and there were plenty of spare sails, but there were too many shells to hold, and the deck was almost artistic, full of holes and inlaid iron balls. The roof of Hong Tao's captain's room has been turned into a sun room, and you can directly see the sun when you sit in the room. The sail line of the midmast was also badly damaged, the sails could no longer be raised and lowered, and there were more than 30 casualties, even the helmsman was injured in the eye by the flying wood shards, and had to be represented by the second mate.

It is a very dangerous job to let two big ships close together on the sea, and if you slow down, two ships will collide and be injured, and if you slow down, you will not wait for anyone. Seeing that the Jinhe was going to rescue the wounded armed merchant ships, the surrounding Mongolian sailors had already aimed their guns at these two ships, and the shells of various materials fell down like rain, and the hit rate of shooting stationary targets was greatly improved.

"Crash ready! Rope Hook! Braving the flying shells, Hong Tao and the sail pilots still perfectly brought the two boats closer to a few meters away, and the rest of the work was for the sailors to hook the opposite boat with the iron hook on the rope, and then pull it tight, and then put a gangplank with an iron hook on it, so that the personnel on the opposite boat could run through the gangplank.

"Bang Bang...... Boom...... "Hundreds ......of people, including the wounded, want to be transferred through four springboards, even if they run, it will take a few minutes." In the past few minutes, more than half of Hong Tao's brain cells have died, not tired but frightened! The Mongol shells hit the hull with a muffled sound, and then they were ricocheted off again. Some smashed on the deck, others on the sails. A Hengyan was unfortunately smashed by a cannonball, and dangled in mid-air with half of the sail, like a big wing behind the devil, flickering and flickering.

"Cut the ropes! Hold the boat out! As soon as the last man climbed onto the gangplank, Weng Ya gave the order to abandon the ship. Wielding short knives, the sailors cut all the ropes connecting the two ships, and then used a few meters of poles to push the opposite ship away, allowing the Golden River to slowly move away from the unpowered armed cargo ship. At the same time, he had to constantly fire at the nearest Mongolian naval ship to prevent them from taking advantage of the opportunity to get closer.

"Where's your captain?" While turning the steering wheel, Hong Tao shouted loudly to an officer on an armed cargo ship who came up, this middle-aged man Hong Tao did not know, but his position could be seen from his rank.

"Captain Chen's waist was broken by a cannonball, and he was left in the bilge with the wounded boatswain and a few seriously wounded, and he asked me to bring a message to His Majesty...... He said that he was very grateful to have met your brother in this life, and that he and the rest of the Tan family had lived happily for more than ten years. The Tan family was born on the sea and died on the sea, for generations, this is fate! "The first mate on the No. 4 ship is almost fifty years old, he is not a member of the Tan family, nor is he a Han Chinese, and Hong Tao can't tell where he is. In recent years, the source of slaves in Jinhe Bay has spread almost all over Southeast Asia and even the Indian Ocean. But when he talked about their captain, he was still very excited, with tears on his face, and it seemed that they had a good relationship with each other.

“…… It's not a fucking life...... He could have lived longer, including your boatswain and those wounded......" Hong Tao finally shed tears for the second time, and the captain of the fourth ship was Chen Qihong, his godbrother. He is also the first group of people to follow him to sea, but he has never been mixed with the captain of the main ship, because his character is a bit cowardly, and he has a nervous breakdown when he encounters major events.

Although he was his own godbrother, Hong Tao didn't like him very much, and he was not very close to him, and always arranged for him to be the captain of the whaling ship. Chen Qihong doesn't fight for food and drink, he does whatever he wants, he is an honest man in his bones, he has no big ambitions and desires, and his wife and children are all his life ideals. The year before last, because the navy was officially established, out of selfishness, he was transferred to the supply fleet to be the captain of an armed cargo ship, who would have thought that he would die in battle for the first time with the fleet.

There was another loud bang behind the "boom ......," and the explosion pushed the Jinhe forward from the rear for several seconds before weakening. Needless to say, Chen Qihong, like the captain of the No. 6 ship, set fire to the ammunition depot and lived and died with his ship. And he didn't even shout a slogan, just like his character, he came quietly, and no one left without trouble.

"Retreat! Retreat all! I really don't have the money to support more people, since we have our lives, then the Great Song should also have the lives of the Great Song, I have fought for it...... No regrets! Raise the black flag, it's time for us to go home......" Seeing the two ships explode into pieces, and then looking at the faces on the deck that were blackened by gunpowder, Hong Tao's ideals and ambitions disappeared in an instant. It's too fucked up to take someone else's life to fulfill your own wishes without telling them why they died. (To be continued.) )