When they boarded the deck, they found that the sailors were basically Ming people, and the deck was very clean and tidy, they had never seen such a neat deck, and there was no filth on their ship, which was amazing.

When they were taken to the front cabin, they were surprised to find that several Ming people and a Portuguese were surrounded by an extremely tall Ming general, it was obvious that this Ming general was the leader, he was stout, wearing a Gothic full body armor, but he did not wear a helmet, his skin was dark, different from the ordinary Ming people, his cheekbones were slightly raised, showing that his face was three-dimensional, and it also made his face very stern, on his face, they did not find humility, only cold eyes, There is also a faint disdain.

"In front of you is the commander of the Ming Dynasty, Lord Zhao Lie." The Portuguese spoke in better Spanish.

The two of them looked at Zhao Lie in surprise,

"You're saying it's the Ming fleet that is fighting us, right?" Abelardo asked hesitantly.

"Yes, we are indeed the fleet of the Great Ming." Muñoz replied with mixed feelings. Indeed, when Zhao Lie told them that the target was the silver ship from the New Spanish colony in the Americas to Manila, they Portuguese were also surprised, but in the past ten years, Spain has continued to squeeze the Portuguese in order to make up for the deficit of the war, and the relationship between the two countries has deteriorated rapidly. It's just that Muñoz is the first time to see the Ming people who dare to take the initiative to attack the Europeans, Zhao Lie is full of the same attack as the Europeans**, no, he is more courageous, more adventurous, he has no country as a backing, yes, no, the Ming Dynasty, a big empire, did not give him the slightest help, he is simply alone, if Muñoz is in Zhao Lie's position, he will never dare to take such a risk.

"But, you fly the Portuguese flag and sneak attack, you are liars, thieves." Abelardo shouted in exasperation. Defeated by the natives' fleet, Nima, too humiliating, how could he, who has always claimed to be a nobleman of the Spanish Empire, lose to the natives of the Ming Dynasty, Abelardo can only rely on the sneak attack, and save some face for himself.

Muñoz rolled his eyes and translated his words.

"It seems that you have come to America to spread the gospel of the Lord in friendliness, but you have spread it with muskets and artillery, and you have taken so much gold and silver from your master's house." Zhao Lie Nunu mouthed and motioned for Muñoz to translate. "If we are thieves, then you are robbers, or robbers who commit murder and arson." Zhao Lie pulled it back cleanly.

Muñoz's mixed translation, the Portuguese did not do this less, as was the case in the Portuguese colonies of Brazil.

Abelardo's face burned with pain, and unlike other ignorant natives, this heretic knew all about Spain's overseas territories, and slapped him in the face in public.

"We have opened up our territory to spread the gospel of the Lord, and they will be grateful to us for changing their savage lives in the future." Abelardo quibbled with the cliché that Europeans whitewashed themselves.

"Oh, thank you in hell for how many Indians have survived in these hundred years." Zhao Lie said with a smile. "I think they're cursing you in hell, that's tens of millions of souls."

Muñoz translated with fear in his heart, there are also many souls of the Indians in the hands of the Portuguese, and he still believes in Catholicism to some extent, and his heart is furious while translating.

When Zhao Lie's words were translated, no matter how thick-skinned the two were, they couldn't hold on, these words were too slap in the face and too vicious. It makes the religious people tremble. They are not ordinary Spanish soldiers, they are the upper class nobles of Spain, they know everything about the Americas, in the process of grabbing the land of the Indians, killing millions of Indians, as for forcing them to mine gold, mining silver and copper, refining gold and silver in a toxic environment, the dead Indians, the Indians who died overworked on the farms are not counted, they are also painted souls, whether there are tens of millions of unjust souls.

"Every gram of silver and gold you have carries with it the soul and blood of an Indian." Zhao Lie pointed at the two with a halberd.

This sentence drew the faces of the two into the Pacific Ocean, and the two of them were flushed.

"You are insulting us, and I will fight you in a duel." Abelardo shouted angrily, it was no longer possible to move his mouth, and Abelardo decided to save some face.

Muñoz looked at him pityingly and asked, "Are you sure?" "What are you kidding, fighting a duel with Zhao Lie, a Ming man, is really a long life.

"I'm sure. Never die. "Abelardo incision of teeth. He glared at Muñoz fiercely, Nima, what kind of eyes are you.

Muñoz pouted, he is really ignorant and fearless, and Zhao Lie, a Ming man, duel, you have booked a ticket to hell in advance. Congratulations, Lord Abelardo.

After Muñoz finished translating, Zhao Lie laughed wantonly, I insulted you for a long time, just for your words, to avenge my dead and injured brothers.

"Okay, I'll accept your challenge." Zhao Lie said. All five enemy ships have been received, and the aftermath has been eliminated, so this time it can be fun. "Tomorrow, we will duel in the presence of our respective men, so that they can witness justice."

Abelardo nodded haughtily in agreement, and he tried to maintain his image as a Spanish nobleman, but only to make him look more funny, more like a scoundrel who couldn't make sense and began to play tricks.

The whole fleet did not immediately sail at full speed, but turned the bow of the ship to the north and moved slowly at a turtle speed, except for the five later ships, the four ships in front of the Weiqing, and the three captured ships, all of them were damaged, the big holes in the side of the ship, the broken masts, the broken sails, there was work everywhere, and even the armor and gunners also joined the maintenance team, and the maintenance of the rudder of the Princess St. Louis and the Jose was extremely troublesome, just the repair of the rudder took three days, and the power of the explosives also caused the slow seepage of the stern, It was also a time-consuming task, but fortunately the two ships did not cause major damage because of their large size and extremely thick planks on the side of the ship. Of course, it took four full days for the other ships to be repaired, and by the fifth day, the fleet was finally repaired, but the rudders of the two Clark galleons were barely functional, and if there was a fierce naval battle on the way, they could not escape.

"More than 72,000 gold coins, 42 tons of silver, and 645 pounds of precious stones of various colors were seized. One hundred and fifty muskets, thirty-seven crossed swords, twenty-eight pairs of body armor, seventy-three pairs of body armor, two hundred and forty-two spears, and three hundred pieces of silver cutlery. One hundred and twenty guns were intact, of which there were six thirty-six-pounder guns and twenty twenty-four-pounder guns. Seven hundred and seventy-six of the enemy were captured and two hundred and ninety-six were killed. In addition, one thousand-ton sailing ship, one eight-hundred-ton sailing ship, one six-hundred-ton battleship, and two five-hundred-and-fifty-ton battleships. Qi Wei said this, looking at Zhao Lie with an expressionless face. He knew that Zhao Lie was in a bad mood in the past few days because of the casualties. "We lost eighteen cannons, sixty-nine sailors and gunners were killed and thirty-seven wounded."

Zhao Lie was a mixture of joy and sorrow at this time, and a funeral was held on the day of the end of the battle, and each sailor who died in the battle was wrapped in a sack, tied to a cannonball on his feet, and buried at sea. Zhao Lie attended the funeral of the Weiqing, and the captains of each ship attended the funeral of their respective warships. Zhao Lie personally carried the body into the sea, and the warships cried, until today Zhao Lie is still in a bad mood, and he has lost nearly 100 hands since he went to sea, which is really heart-wrenching.

Of course, the seizure is amazing, but the total amount of gold and silver is more than 1.3 million taels of silver, and the gems, Zhao Lie personally looked through, there are sapphires, emeralds, rubies, colorless diamonds, pink diamonds, blue diamonds, yellow diamonds, and more than 400 catties of high-grade jadeite. It is estimated that more than one million taels of silver are available, and of course, there is a lot of loss in cash. Zhao Lie's financial crisis was alleviated, you must know that shipbuilding is the most depleting of wealth, a 300-ton Galen will cost more than 4,000 taels of silver, and 30 cannons will cost 4,52,000 taels of silver, and then there will be maintenance costs, gunpowder and projectile consumption, and the salaries of sailors, gunners, and armor will be piled up with mountains of silver. Now Zhao Lie's ship only hates too little, and there are too many places to spend in the future, which can only be said to be alleviated.

Zhao Lie compared himself to Japan during the First Sino-Japanese War, using all its financial resources to use military force, just for the sake of war, continuous victories will alleviate the crisis, but a big defeat will be a catastrophe. It is really like walking on thin ice on the edge of the abyss, step by step crisis, he has no capital and time to fail, no, if you use the prince and the loser Kou to describe Zhao Lie's situation, it is too appropriate.

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