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"Time is running out." Standing on the ship's floor, Ma Yan muttered with emotion. He knew very well that as long as the storm behind caught up, these mighty and majestic ships on the sea would soon become scattered, and in front of the gods who were tossed with clouds and rain in one hand, the mighty warships were just small toys.

Ma Yan could clearly see that the forward fleet and the left and right flank fleets launched a charge at the same time, he knew that this was the only choice now, Meng Buqi and Lou Ping did the right thing, but even the current Ma Yan did not have the confidence to pat his chest and say that success was close at hand.

But he believed that the Ming army, which was good at creating miracles, would do everything they could to win even when it was weaker than the enemy, not to mention that now the Ming army had the upper hand.

On Zhang Gui's flagship, a red dragon flag inlaid with gold edges slowly rose to the mast, and among all the warships on the surrounding sea, a pair of eyes saw this flag stretched in the wind, saw the golden dragon dancing in the wind and clouds, and the blood-stained red flag fluttered on the flagship main mast!

The captain standing beside Ma Yan muttered the banner slogan of the colorful flags hanging around this red dragon flag: "The whole army fights, and success or failure ······ here."

Another admiral next to him read out next: "Long live Daming!" ”

"Long live Daming!" A roar erupted from the deck. Immediately afterwards, the entire sea surface was shrouded in undulating and earth-shaking shouts, and countless Ming soldiers rolled up their sleeves with red eyes, and the same red dragon flags with gold edges were raised on the main masts of warships under the gaze of everyone. This flag, which symbolizes the glory of the Ming army and the glory of the Ming navy, is stretched out under the gaze of a blazing gaze and in the whistling sea breeze.

Zhang Gui, who was standing on the flagship ship, Huo Ran took out his saber and pointed straight ahead: "Ming Royal Nanyang Fleet, charge!" ”

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Xihui town west of a hundred miles, covered by forests, although there is no sun, but the weather is as hot as ever, even if you stand still, after a quarter of an hour, the clothes on the body of the person will be able to wring out of sweat, and it will not be long before people's fear will not be steamed.

"Quick, it's all up to so-and-so!" An Ilkhanate commander on horseback wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his coat while reluctantly steering his horse forward, and the soldiers behind him were all in the same situation, and the whole body was covered with sweat, as if it were washed.

All the soldiers drooped their heads, and even more lay directly on the horse's back, allowing the horse to swing forward on its own. Such weather had robbed these mighty Mongol cavalrymen of their last strength, and even the commander himself felt that it would be a great victory to be able to hold on.

As for their enemies, the damned Southern Barbarians, they had not yet been seen, not even a single sentry, and they must have been frightened for a long time, or they had no idea that they were about to be in trouble.

According to the above general order, today it is necessary to rush to a place eighty miles away from Xihui Town to set up camp, first, to be horns with the forward sentry seventy miles ahead, and secondly, to maintain a suitable distance from the Ming army, and at the same time to facilitate reconnaissance.

Including the commander of the thousand, everyone dared not imagine whether they would be suffocated to death in this vast rainforest if they continued to walk forward for twenty miles. As soldiers of the Ilkhanate, they did not experience the heat, after all, there are many hot deserts where the Ilkhanate is located, but compared to those deserts, the heat here is a completely different kind of heat.

In the desert, the hot wind is eager to blow people into jerky, and the sweat secreted is basically dissipated without a trace. But in the rainforest of the South Seas, there is hardly a trace of wind, and the air seems to be able to catch water, and this stuffy heat makes people feel like they are in a steamer, which is more unbearable than the heat in the desert.

And at least the heat and danger of the desert are concentrated in the sand, and in this rainforest, in addition to the sweltering weather, mosquitoes, animals, and poisonous snakes are everywhere, and they can kill people at any time. In particular, the army of the Ilkhanate was a newcomer, and they were not familiar with many situations in this rainforest, so within a few days of entering, dozens of people fell ill, resulting in the fact that there were actually seven or eight hundred people under the Mongolian commander, and the rest were left behind.

As for how many of these seven or eight hundred people are still able to muster up their spirits to deal with the enemy, I am afraid that even the commander himself cannot say.

This torturous rainforest is like a giant beast that swallows the human who has intruded in one gulp, and then slowly digests it.

What worries and frustrates the commander the most is that until now, they have not encountered a tribe of indigenous people, and they have not even seen the shadow of a normal person, as if the surrounding mountains and forests have been completely abandoned by humans, but the road under his feet, which does not even have many weeds, invisibly reminds the commander that there are often people set foot here.

But where have these people gone?

It was still a hundred miles away from Xihui Town, an important town on the western border of the Ming Dynasty and a hub, but the commander was already feeling a little uneasy, and there was a dullness and hostility in the air. However, the commander did not believe that the natives who lived here had the courage to deal with the Mongol ranks, and it was impossible for them not to have heard of the prestige of the Mongols, even if they lived deep in the mountains.

However, there is no news from the scout sentry in front of them, so it means that there should not be much danger, maybe these natives have long been aware of the rumors, and they don't want to be involved in the struggle between the two behemoths of the Ilkhanate and the Ming Dynasty, so they stay away.

However, at this moment, the commander's eyes were attracted by a few birds hovering over the mountain forest. He didn't think about how to shoot the birds down to feed himself, but he cared about why the birds didn't fall into the woods.

More and more birds are flying up from the forest and circling around the rainforest.

This only says ······ The Centurion's pupils shrank suddenly.

But it was too late!

An arrow roared into the chest of a centurion near his left, who looked at the arrow feathers in disbelief, his lips trembled violently, and he didn't even have time to say a word, and fell directly under the horse.

Obviously, the arrow was poisonous, and it was a poison that sealed the throat with blood.

"Enemy attack!" The commander came to his senses in an instant and yelled hoarsely.

Countless arrows seemed to respond to his cry, whistling out of the surrounding dense forest, completely covering the panicked Mongol ranks, and the Mongols panicked and urged their horses, but the narrow road and tricky arrows did not give them a chance at all. Poison-coated arrows can kill a person in a turn as long as they rub against the skin, and unfortunately most of the Mongol soldiers are already topless due to the heat, which makes the arrows even more useful.

In the end, the commander is still a battle-hardened veteran, and he almost whipped the horse fiercely at the moment when the arrow hit him, and at the same time he also turned over and hid under the horse's belly, and his movements were quite skillful. The war horse neighed, and galloped forward along the mountain road, and there were constantly arrows beckoning the horse, and the war horse shook a little, or slowly fell to the ground, but obviously the ambushed crossbowmen did not pay much attention to the war horse that ran away, so no one noticed the commander hiding next to the war horse.

A roar sounded from the mountains and forests, and one after another figures rushed out of the woods, and the blades in their hands flashed with cold light, making the commander's heart cool down at once.

These natives, who were born and raised in the mountains and forests, skillfully rushed into the panicked Mongol cavalry, their blades whirling and spinning, cutting off one head after another—their familiarity showed that this was also a group of battle-hardened veterans, and they were definitely not easy to deal with.

The indigenous people did not have much interest in the war horses that many countries regarded as treasures, perhaps because they were not used in the mountains and forests, and they were just concentrating on harvesting the heads, and behind these people, there were many young people with bags or vine ropes in their hands to collect these heads.

The commander had a vague sense of something, these natives were certainly not collecting heads because they had a penchant for treasured the heads of their enemies—in this hot weather, almost nothing that died could be left for long—but because it was their feat.

As for who they ask for credit, it is self-evident.

The sound of horses' hooves behind him sounded, the commander turned back with difficulty, and two Ming cavalry roared over, and the horse lance in his hand was in front of him in an instant.

The cavalryman tugged at the reins fiercely, raised the horse lance in his hand, and pointed to the chest of the commander, before he turned back to his companion and said with a smile: "I didn't expect there to be a fish that slipped through the net here!" ”

And the commander's face changed slightly, looking at the two enemies in front of him who were obviously dressed up by the Ming army, he already understood why there was no news from the sentinels in front of him, and nine times out of ten it was because he had been killed by the southern barbarians and these natives.

Sure enough, these southern barbarians and southern barbarians can only act in cahoots.

"Someone, kidnap this guy, it's a thousand-commander anyway." The Ming army said with a smile on his face, and the two real soldiers behind him, although they were not tall, but were athletic, directly pounced on him and tied the commander strongly.

And the head of the Ming army met the two tribal chiefs who came over, and there were hundreds of heads behind the two people, and naturally a few Ming soldiers were responsible for counting the number, and the head of the Ming army and the two tribal chiefs arched their hands, obviously it was not the first time that they had "cooperated" so much.

The captured Mongolian commander struggled twice, but the Zhenla soldier next to him stepped forward and kicked twice without hesitation - to the Ming people, they were groveling, and even to the Srivijaya who were once enemies and these natives in front of them, they were also polite, and they had long held back their anger, and now they were just venting on this captive.

"This is our guest," Ming Jun smiled and waved his hand, looking the captive up and down again, "I hope he can bring us something we want." ”

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Columns of water continued to rise on both sides of the warship, and in addition to the arc of the cannonballs, there was also an arc of stone projectiles thrown by trebuchets in the sky, and when the cannonballs hit the ships of the Ilkhanate, they also used the trebuchet to throw stone projectiles to return fire. The distance between the two sides has become closer and closer, so that many stone shells and shells have begun to fall behind the warships one after another.

With his sword in his hand, Lou Ping stood still on the ship's tower, the waves constantly lapping against the warship, and the flying clippers were like arrows from the string, piercing into the array of warships of the Ilkhanate Navy. The ships of both sides staggered and intertwined, and kept approaching, and the guns and trebuchets in the bow and on both sides of the warship were roaring desperately, trying with all their might to send the enemy to the bottom of the sea.

There are constantly warships of the Ilkhanate that have been shot and caught fire, and there are also constantly flying clippers of the Ming army who have been hit by stone bullets, directly smashing open a big hole, but both sides have no intention of retreating, and it can even be said that to this point, there may be a glimmer of life to move forward, and retreating is only a dead end.

Lou Ping just squinted at the complicated and chaotic battle situation in front of him, there was no doubt that the current Ming warships had gone deeper and deeper into the enemy position, but Lou Ping also knew that this was just the Ilkhanate fleet in order to be able to concentrate its forces to surround and destroy them. The Ilkhanate fleet had an absolute advantage in the size and number of ships, but correspondingly, the Ming army also had an advantage in equipment and, more importantly, wind direction. As long as the speed of the clipper is fast enough, it can completely cut through the enemy formation.

The two Ilkhanate warships were getting closer and closer, outflanking the left and right sides of the Lou Ping ship, and it was obvious that they also realized that this flying clipper was the flagship of the Ming army, so they were determined to knock out the flagship first. A Ming army flying clipper ship rushed from the slope, several guns on the hull roared at the same time, cannonballs smashed on the deck like raindrops, the iron bullets swept the people on the deck directly, and the flowering bullets exploded violently near the left side of the mast, not only a single piece flew sideways, but even the mast was shaking and breaking.

The Mongolian warship suddenly erupted in exclamation, and the warship also uncontrollably hit the stern of the flying clipper, the flying clipper trembled violently, the hull of the ship slammed horizontally, and pasted the relatively low side side of the Ilkhanate warship, and the Ming soldiers who had been waiting for a long time put down the gangplank or directly dragged the rope to the enemy ship in the shout, the muffled sound of the firearm and the whistling of the divine arm crossbow came and went one after another - in close combat, the Ming army could use advanced bows and firearms to achieve majesty.

"Don't dwell on it, rush over!" Lou Ping stood on the ship's tower and shouted loudly.

As the flagship, the mission of the Lou Ping is not to fight the enemy, but to lead the team to highlight this array as much as possible. As the flags on the mast changed, two flying clippers that followed closely behind the flagship rushed out from the right side at the same time, one stopped the rushing Ilkhanate warship in the same way as the flying clipper just now, and the other accelerated past the flagship, the guns on both sides continued to spit out fury, pouring cannonballs on the enemy, and Lou Ping's flagship followed closely behind this open warship and rushed forward.

"Boom!" A neat and dull loud noise came from the rear, a treasure ship under the banner of Ma Yan crashed directly into the ship formation under the escort of a flying clipper, the power of the treasure ship was vividly displayed in this chaotic and close-range hand-to-hand encounter, every artillery salvo will mercilessly tear an Ilkhanate warship directly to pieces, and the three-bow bed crossbow on the deck is also "Lao Ji is in ambush, aiming for a thousand miles", this kind of giant bow and crossbow that has been rarely equipped in the Ming Dynasty except for the city and treasure ship, is still showing his majesty to the world.

Every time a bed crossbow with a canister of fire oil is fired, the sail mast of a warship will be ignited, and wherever the treasure ship goes, the enemy ships on both sides will either burn into flames or be sent to the bottom of the sea with cannonballs.

After the training of the Ilkhanate fleet that was eliminated just now, the soldiers on the treasure ship have been able to better cooperate with each other, after all, they are not lacking in training, but only lack of blood and fire, and now these quite powerful Mongols have given the Nanyang Fleet this opportunity.

No matter how strong the Ilkhanate is, it is only a stepping stone for the Ming Nanyang Fleet after all.

"Assault of the whole army!" Zhang Gui, who was standing on the flagship, waved his hand violently, and a new flag was raised to the mast as his order was given.

A moment later, the treasure ships that were originally lined up in a triangular pyramid assault formation scattered to both sides at the same time, and one treasure ship after another was like a roaring beast, tearing through the enemy's fragile defense line, and all enemies who dared to challenge were trembling under the guns of the treasure ship.

On both flanks of the fleet, two other fleets of clippers also met the Ilkhanate's fleet at the same time, and hundreds of large and small ships on both sides fought desperately at the entrance to this small bay.