Afraid of running aground, the Fuchun did not dare to get too close to the island. Lowering the boat, the two crew members rowed to the island.

The boat could hold six or seven people at a time, and it took four round trips to pick everyone up.

Looking at the group of compatriots in ragged clothes and beards like savages in front of them, all the crew members were in a heavy mood.

According to the terms agreed in advance, none of them were armed, but each of them carried a small package that was supposed to contain all their wealth.

The two crew led them to the bilge, and if nothing happened, they would stay in it until they reached Daming. Of course, food and water will be delivered on time, and they will not be disadvantaged in this regard.

Cao Changjiang, who walked at the end, gave a deep salute to all the crew of the Fuchun, and stopped when he passed by Ren Siqi's side.

"Thank you for your kindness." Cao Changjiang said to Ren Siqi, he knew that he could successfully get on the Fuchun this time, and Ren Siqi played a role in it.

The three-masted galleons set sail again and headed north, and they would follow the route they had come from, bypassing Dayuan Island and returning to Hangzhou.

On deck, the crew went about their job, and everyone had a relaxed smile on their face. This time they came to Luzon to make a lot of profits, and the goods they carried were sold ten times more profitable, and the reward obtained from the previous battle with the pirates was also issued, and now almost everyone has a value of several hundred taels of silver, and even Xiong Er has a hundred taels of silver, and he is so happy that this bear can't close his mouth every day, and he can't wait to sleep with the silver in his arms at night.

In the pleasant atmosphere, even the ships seemed to be much lighter, driven by the sea breeze, and sailed quickly on the surface of the sea, until a sailboat appeared in the distance ahead.

On the mast, the lookout Feng San was looking boredom from afar, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he saw a sail shadow in the distance ahead, there was a boat!

"There's a ship ahead!" He shouted loudly from the lookout.

Hearing his shout, the crew suddenly became nervous.

It's rare to encounter a ship in the middle of the ocean, but when you do, it means danger! The ships at sea these days were either merchant ships or pirates, and merchant ships did not mind becoming pirates when they had the opportunity.

Fu Chun, the owner of the ship, stood on the stern tower and looked at the sea in front of him, and saw the shadow of a sail faintly appearing in the distance. I didn't look at the glasses these days, and when I could see the other party's ships clearly, the distance between the two sides would not be far.

The opposing ship had also spotted the Fuchun, changed its direction and sailed straight towards the Fuchun.

The other party is not badly intentioned! Fu Chun instantly judged the other party's intention.

"It's the ship of the red-haired ghost!" On the mast, lookout Feng San shouted again.

The red-haired ghost is the Dutch who occupy the big part, and the Fuchun originally went to the big part to trade with them, but now it has been rerouted to Luzon, and if they touch it, they will definitely not let it go. All crew members were aware of the impending danger. Now all the crew members of the Fuchun are only 31 people, but even if the crew is large enough, they are definitely no match for the Dutch, and their cannons and muskets are too powerful.

But why are they in this area? You must know that this sea area is on the east side of Dayuan, and the sea conditions are complicated and unpredictable, and basically no ships dare to sail here. Whether it is the Chinese maritime merchants, the Dutch, the Spaniards, the Portuguese, or even the British, they will all go south or north from the Dayuan Strait, and they will definitely not appear in this strange sea!

But now is not the time to think about this, and escaping quickly is the only option at the moment.

"Turn the rudder to the east!" Fu Chun calmly gave the order. To the east is the vast ocean, from the mainland will be farther and farther away, ships in the unfamiliar sea area is easy to lose their way, whether they can return to the Ming Dynasty safely no one knows. But in the face of imminent threats, it has to be so.

Following Fu Chun's command, the helmsman shook the rudder quickly, and the three-masted sailing ship turned around at sea and headed east.

Originally, the wind direction was southwesterly, and the Fuchun and the Dutch ship in front of it were driving in the crosswind, and the Fu Chun should be facing east, and the wind direction suddenly smoothed out, and the speed was much faster, and the distance between the Dutch ship and the Dutch ship became farther and farther, but before the crew could get happy, the Dutch ship also turned its direction and continued to sail towards the Fuchun.

The speed of the Dutch ship was much faster than that of the Fuchun, and the three masts on board could be seen in the distance, which was also a three-masted galleon.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, China's navigation technology had lagged behind that of Western countries, and when Zheng He went to the West, the kind of giant ships could no longer be built, and three-masted sailing ships like the Fuchun were already rare big ships. However, like the Spaniards and the Dutch, after more than 100 years of overseas colonization, their navigation technology has been extremely developed, and the ships they built are not only strong and powerful, but also extremely fast.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, all the crew members on the Fuchun were in a very heavy mood, if only they could hold on until dark, all the crew members had such a thought flashing in their hearts. But looking at the sun hanging overhead, everyone knew that this idea was not realistic.

The two ships fled and chased each other, and the distance was getting closer and closer, from the first twenty miles to less than an hour to more than ten miles. In the open sea, figures on the decks of Dutch ships can already be seen. Looking at the sun in the west, all the crew members of the Fuchun became desperate.

Ten miles! Eight miles! Six miles!

A puff of white smoke flashed from the bow of the Dutch ship, and then there was a faint sound of "bang", and I saw a dot flying slowly from afar, smashing into the Fuchun more than 200 meters behind the ship, and splashing a white splash on the sea surface with a "bang". The Dutch fired!

There was also a Furlong cannon on the stern of the Fuchun, and the gunner Hu Quan was not to be outdone, aimed at the direction of the Dutch ship and lit the fire rope.

The sound of "boom, boom" sounded, and there was a loud "bang", white mist came out of the gun muzzle of the Furlong machine, and a projectile shot out quickly, flying towards the Dutch ship in the distance, and then fell into the sea with a "bang", two miles away from the Dutch ship.

"The range is not enough!" Hu Quan stomped on the deck under his feet in annoyance.

The only cannon was far from the opponent's range, which meant that the Fuchun had no power to fight back and could only be beaten passively.

As the two ships got closer and closer, more and more shells landed in the sea near the Fuchun, and with the Fuchun as the center, the splashed white columns of water rose one after another.

In these years, the hit rate of artillery was relatively poor, and it would be good to hit one out of ten shells, but there was more than one gun on the Dutch ship, and it seemed that three or four guns were fired in turn, and if this continued, sooner or later a shell would hit the Fuchun.

Finally, a cannonball smashed into the side of the Fuchun, and the wooden side was smashed into a hole, and flying sawdust flew on the deck.