Time goes back to when the Golden Phoenix charged the Decisive One.

The Decisive quickly turned its bow, not noticing that its port side was approaching the wreckage of the Silver Swallow!

The Yinyan was overturned on its side, leaving only a half-man-high side on the sea, at this time, Yang Xiaomao, who was hiding underwater, came out to look at the Galen ship that was getting closer and closer, and a mixture of surprise and anger flashed on his frozen blue face and disappeared under the side again.

Soon, seven or eight surviving sailors followed Yang Xiaomao and climbed onto the side one after another, and before they had time to wipe the sea water off their faces, they saw a tumbling of the sea near Galen's ship, and then four or five heads popped up, who was it not Yang Dijiao?

The commander of the Second Fleet went to sea with a few good men when the Silver Swallow had just begun to enter the water, and he had been digging under the water of these two Galen ships.

After Yang Dijiao climbed onto the side side, he shook the water droplets on his head, and his face was full of revenge excitement on his frozen blue face, so that he looked a little hideous, he picked up a cowhide belt and tied it to his waist, and whispered, "Good boys, cheer up!" …… The damn red-haired ghost actually sent it to the door by himself, and if he doesn't turn him upside down, I'm sorry for those dead brothers! …… Fast! It's all packed up, and the fly grab is brought on...... Guys don't need too much, the key is to take advantage of it! …… See if the box with the grenade is in the water? …… Well? Can it be used? Hey, that's awesome! …… What about the fire fold? Bring a few more! ”

As he spoke, a group of people had already cleaned up, and the Galen ship had already hit the wreck, Yang Dijiao raised his hand, and a flying grab rose into the sky, firmly hanging on an open cannon window, and he climbed up. Like an extremely dexterous black gorilla.

The good hands who went into the water with him followed closely behind him and also went up, Yang Xiaomao heard strange in his heart when he climbed up, why did they go up quietly after they went up, could it be that the red-haired ghosts were asleep?

When he turned over and entered the gun window, he found that the gunners on the side of the dare had turned to the other side to help, and the narrow aisle was empty. I can't even see a ghost.

Yang Dijiao held a short knife in his right hand, and made a gesture towards Yang Xiaomao with his left hand, Yang Xiaomao immediately understood what he meant, took out the fire fold wrapped tightly in oil paper from his arms, took out the fire core and shook it twice, bright sparks burst into flames, he quickly leaned over and lit a brazier - the artillery of this era must have a brazier, used to burn the red iron brazing cannon - the cannon window behind him is still entering one after another. Everyone tiptoed for fear of alarming the red-haired ghost on the other side.

What is terrifying, Yang Xiaomao was protecting the wood chips that had just been burned, and a Dutch sailor in a bright orange military uniform jumped out suddenly, but was stunned by the murderous Oriental people in front of him.

At this moment of lightning, Yang Dijiao, who was on guard, had already thrown himself into his arms, and with a flash of the blade in his hand, there was a deep bloody wound on the sailor's throat. With a whirring sound of air, his tall body threw himself forward. Yang Dijiao had expected this scene, reached out to support him, and gently put it on the floor.

He didn't have to be so careful, because just as he was slicing the sailor's throat, a salvo came from the 18-pounder gun on the other side, and the loud roar shook people's eardrums. Almost immediately, the cramped cabin was filled with pale cyan smoke that choked tears.

The brazier soon burst into flames, and Yang Dijiao crouched down, carefully drew a grenade, and peeled off the oiled paper wrapped around it. After tearing off half of the fuse, he leaned into the brazier and lit it, leaning out and rolling on the floor.

He didn't look at where the grenade had rolled, but pulled out another one and repeated what he had just done.

"Boom!"

Immediately after a loud bang, shrill screams and moans echoed in the cabin; In the narrow passage, the Dutch sailors stirred like ants doused with boiling water, and shouted with anger and surprise.

"Keep throwing!" After Yang Dijiao quickly threw out the second grenade, he straightened up and shouted loudly - there is no need to hide at this time.

He handed the short knife to his left hand, and with his right hand backhand, he pulled out a small knife from the scabbard on his back, licked his lips and slammed his knives, and said with a cruel smile, "**** red-haired ghost, come on!" Let your grandfather Yang teach you what a jumping gang is! ”

The crisp sound of metal crashing woke up the stunned Yang Xiaomao—this was the first time the little guy had touched an enemy ship, and he was still in a daze—he quickly pulled a grenade from his waist, but due to nervousness, he fell to the deck.

When he bent down to pick up the grenade, in the corner of his eye, Yang Dijiao's long knife waved, and the head of a Dutch sailor who pounced on him rose to the sky, and a splash of black blood poured down with a strong smell of blood, and Yang Xiaomao, who instantly became a "bloody man", didn't hold back, and spit up on the floor.

"Boom! ~~Trumpet! ~~Swish! ～～”

The sound of explosions in the cabin was intertwined with the sound of explosions, chain bombs whirling, and shotgun strikes overhead, like a song of death, mercilessly harvesting life, and also reminding Yang Xiaomao that this was in a cruel battlefield, he forced his churning stomach, shook the rope and picked up the grenade, didn't bother to peel off the layers of oil paper on it, found the location of the fuse and tore it, put it in the brazier and lit it, and threw it out without looking.

The grenade flew out with a thud, bounced off the wall of the ship, and landed in the passage on their side.

Yang Xiaomao, who had only thrown live ammunition once before, was stunned now, staring at the jumping sparks in a daze, but saw a big foot suddenly come, kicked the grenade out at once, and disappeared into the passage on the other side after a bounce.

Before Yang Xiaomao could wake up, the big heel kicked on him, and he lay on the plank of the boat, only to hear the sound of "bang" firecrackers, and the lead whistling over his head - he realized that the Dutch had attacked from the other side of the passage.

It was only at this time that Yang Xiaomao finally got rid of the fear and panic of the first battle, and in the roar of Yang Dijiao, he pulled out a grenade and lit it and threw it at the Dutch who were holding firearms.

After a violent explosion, the deck suddenly fell silent - the Dutch finally could not withstand the flying glass shards and fled.

The next battle became much easier, Yang Dijiao led everyone to clean this floor, and then went down to the cabin where the sailors lived; He didn't care whether the other party wanted to surrender or not, kicked open a door and was greeted by two or three grenades, and corpses were everywhere he passed.

By the time the sailors' cabins had been cleared, the companions on the Iron Harrier had arrived.

When Yang Xiaomao got out of the hatch and saw the sky and the sea again, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and puff up his chest proudly.

From today onwards, I'm also a member of the Skip Gang! (To be continued.) )