The light rain began to fall again and again, and the whole sky was gray and depressing, which made people feel inexplicably depressed.

Fortunately, the wind was not very strong, Chen Xinji glanced at the Galen ship next to Shimazu Hisao, and estimated from the waves that slapped the hull that the wave height should not exceed three feet - this kind of wind and sea conditions are the best state for navigation and naval battles.

But for life on the ship, this kind of cold and damp ghost weather is the most suitable to go back to the cabin and sleep comfortably with a woman in his arms, but Chen Xinji has no such thoughts at all now.

He's in a good mood right now!

The Dutch's formidable warships made the hunt at sea an extremely easy affair - no matter what the wind turned on, no matter where the prey came from, and whether the opponent was empty or full of cargo, it would eventually be driven by the Galen into the great net he had woven with the Japanese, and he would be caught.

In just a few months, Chen Xinji's loot in his hands has greatly exceeded his expectations—raw silk with white flowers, large bags of tea, whole boxes and boxes of porcelain, and thick and thick cloth......

What makes him even more comfortable is that he doesn't have to worry about the most difficult problem of selling stolen goods in the past now - the Shimazu family wants everything! So these trophies didn't even need to be used, so they were exchanged for a heavy silver judgment by the Shimazu family!

In addition to these, Chen Xinji also received 2 Fu Boats, 3 Guangzhou Ships that were damaged but could be used with a little repair, as well as 6-pounder Franc cannons, bowls, bird guns and other weapons that he was most short of but was reluctant to spend money on.

Compared with silver and goods, ships and weapons are what Chen Xinji values more - he plans to return to his hometown in Fujian after this ticket is completed, and after recruiting some more people, his strength will at least double!

Originally, there were larger and more powerful firearms in the trophies, but they were forcibly seized by the Dutch - this is also a matter of no way, whoever has the biggest fist is qualified to give orders. The Dutch are the strongest in the triangle league, which is why Chen and Shimazu have to back down.

The weapons were not enough, and the Dutch's treatment of the captured Ming people was even more disgusting - the Dutchman's boss, Major Hunt, was better, and occasionally left a few Ming prisoners to throw at him, and the red-bearded Van Oerst was a murderous maniac, and any ship could be caught by the St. Paul. Don't even think about seeing the living!

This made Chen Xinji quite crazy - because most of the Ming people who were killed were from Fujian and Zhejiang, and they were all begging for a living, and Chen Xinji only needed a little coercion to transform into his own little minions; If he can't kill him, he won't kill them, and I'm afraid that the two lucky ships he has already repaired!

Thinking of this, Chen Xiji sighed faintly, grabbed the skin under his feet and poured a sip of tequila—a gift from Hunter.

Chen Xinji also negotiated with Hunter about this, but he was sent away after a few snorts, and he didn't take it seriously at all!

This is the helplessness of being inferior to others, Chen Xinji knows very well that the gap between himself and the Dutch is all-round: the ship is not as big as the family. The sails are not as good as others, and the artillery is even more difficult to see, and they can't even touch the edges of others; Chen Xinji doesn't know what a generation difference is, but with his many years of experience in naval warfare, that is, the Dutch warships can fight him as much as they want, and if he wants to fight the Dutch ships, then call the old turtle to sniff the salted fish - sniffing fish (don't think)!

If you want to be on an equal footing with the Dutch, you have to have an elite warship like the St. Paul; Come to think of it. Chen Xinji couldn't help but turn his head to look at the ship next to Shimazu Hisao, and he was indignant.

After such a long time. Chen Xinji finally saw the true face of this gentleman: three sentences are inseparable from women, and when he sees a little color, he can't walk; If he has nothing to do, he pulled out the banner of his Shimazu family, the fox and the fake tiger, and opened his mouth and closed his mouth about how my father and my grandfather were; When you encounter a weak person, you will be arrogant, and when you encounter a strong person, you will cower and look cowardly...... All in all, it's just mud that doesn't stick to the wall!

What especially annoys Chen Xinji is that this guy has to catch him asking Yan Ruxue over and over again whenever he has the opportunity, and he looks like an idiot with his mouth half open. really made Chen Xinji look down on him in his heart - the eldest husband is powerful and powerful, but he is afraid that there will be no woman? Why be fascinated by a woman?

The rain and snow were in a hurry again, the snow particles were sprinkled on the hard sails and swished, and after Chen Xinji took another sip of tequila, he raised his clairlife mirror to search for the figures of the three Dutch ships.

The blurred figure of the São Paulo soon appeared in the shot, and Chen Xinji couldn't help but swallow his saliva - when. I can have such a very good battleship!

With a shake of his hand, the camera shook away, and a faint black dot flashed quickly in front of him, as if it was suspended in the sky far away.

A thought flashed through Chen Xinji's consciousness, which was anesthetized by alcohol.

What the hell is that?

Just as the black dot flashed in Chen Xinji's clairvoyant mirror, on the St. Paul's seven or eight miles away from him, Van Oust was studying the chart.

After a day and a night of sailing, Van Oost was convinced that they had reached the waters south of Nagasaki, the perfect hunting ground for them to ambush the Ming merchant ships.

"Report to the captain, the Spirit has raised the signal flag and told us to lower the mainsail and the auxiliary sail and slow the cruise." He was pondering his exact location when one of his sailors came running and reported.

Van Oost knew at once his exact location—it must have been about eighty nautical miles southwest of Nagasaki, and was already a predetermined ambush; Hunter had in his hands the most accurate sextant of his time, which could accurately measure latitude and longitude.

"Execute!"

Van Oost snorted without raising his head - he was very proud of his judgment, and I didn't have the same approximate estimate of the position without a sextant?

The sound of sails on the deck had not stopped, and the sound of struggling footsteps sounded again, this time by the lookout on the mainmast, "Report!" Captain, ...... in the sky ...... in the sky! ”

The lookout seemed to hesitate, which made Van Oost look up impatiently, "Hmm~~?" ”

The lookout was even more frightened, and stammered in reply, "Ship...... Captain...... You...... You're still ...... See for yourself! ”

Van Oost frowned, stood up, pulled out the clairvoyant mirror from his waist, and looked in the direction of the lookout's finger.

I saw that under the gray-black clouds, a black dot the size of a soybean was floating in the air, and there seemed to be -

A line? (To be continued.) )