The battle continued as the two watched from the sidelines, and the two sides fired a volley one after another, opening holes in each other's bodies like can openers. Unfortunately, however, it was more of a hole in the Spanish battleship, and the large number of wood chips fired by the short-barreled cannon projectiles in the compartment of the Spanish ship sowed death and fear, causing chaos inside the enemy ship, and the Spaniards quickly lost their combat strength and gradually lost their strength.

Of course, Zhao Lie's fleet was by no means uncomfortable, bang, a cannonball shattered the guard plate of Zhao Lie's cabin, and passed through the cabin from the other side, very lucky not to touch anyone, because it passed through one side of the cabin, however, dozens of wood chips flew out, like a rain of bullets sprinkled on everyone, fortunately, everyone wore Gothic full-body armor, and there were iron shield guards, however, there were still guards who screamed and fell to the ground, Zhao Lie felt a numb left arm, only to see a small piece of wood inserted into the armguard,

"Calm down, take care of the wounded." Zhao Lie shouted.

"Your arm, sir." Yu Dabao shouted.

Everyone heard the sound and looked over, joking, everyone was still injured in maintaining the adult, it was really faceless, this piece of wood was too weird, when did it pass through, and it was also injured from the guards.

"It's okay, there's no bloodshed." Zhao Lie pulled out the wood chips with his hands, and the insertion was not deep, not deep into the skin, and there was no bleeding, but the impact was not small.

The guard on the ground was pierced by a two-inch piece of wood in his thigh, and the blood did not stop, and everyone hurriedly bandaged him, and stopping the bleeding was the first priority. There were also a few guards who were hit by wood chips to pierce the armor leaves, but they were all minor injuries and were being dealt with simply, fortunately they were all armored, otherwise the lethality of these wood chips was really not small, and it would never have been possible to cause only this little damage.

At this time, the shelling of both sides dealt a big blow to the other, however, the situation was worse for the Spaniards. Except, of course, for the San Juan, whose opponent Li Guang had halted half of its guns and made five large holes in the ship's side, at which point the Huo Qu arrived and immediately launched a salvo less than a mile away.

As a result, the San Juan, which had only been opened one hole before, was opened several other large holes, and it also began to be miserable, the original relatively neat salvo disappeared, more scattered counterattacks, and the most powerful ships in the Spanish fleet were also heavily damaged.

More than half of the guns of the three Spanish battleships were silent, and a third of the guns of Zhao Lie's four battleships were also damaged, and they could only fire scattered salvos, and both sides continued to shell weakly.

Wang Qiang, Qian Er, and Zhang Wei forced themselves not to pay attention to the movements of the three dead and wounded gunners across a gun position, and numbly continued the work in their hands, clearing their chests, putting in the medicine bags, and shells, but the shrill shouts of the wounded in the dull deck still made them tense and patient.

Abelardo and Angelo were like ants on the hot pot, in a hurry, unable to intervene, and could only be reduced to a spectator in an excellent position, at this moment, the lookout overhead sounded a few mournful horns, alarms.

The two looked into the distance, only to see the shadow of a sail faintly appearing on the sea in the distance, and five warships flying the Portuguese flag appeared in the binoculars of the two, and there were ships behind them, the two looked at each other in despair, there was no hope, no. Now the enemy's four warships are too busy, and if the enemy comes with five more ships, he will definitely be defeated.

They didn't know that only the Peng Yue and Zhou Yafu, which were small tonnage, each had more than ten short-barreled 24-pound guns, and the others were all small cannons.

Zhao Lie's worst estimate is that the enemy has ten frigates, and he uses the speed of the clippers to suicidally attack, destroying five or six of them, and attacking the rest with warships and merchant ships. Unexpectedly, the enemy only had three frigates, so Zhao Lie was reluctant, neither his own flying clippers nor the opponent's frigates, this is a big guy of 500 tons or 600 tons, and Zhao Lie's own largest battleship is only the Weiqing of more than 300 tons, which is really greedy.

However, Zhao Lie regrets it now, his loss makes his heart ache, the confrontation between the two parties in a short period of time has made them both lose, and the loss is the most scarce talent.

Fortunately, at this time, the three merchant ships of Zhao Lie's fleet began to abuse the deck of the enemy ship with scattered bombs and chain bombs on the boundary of two miles, each merchant ship had ten long-barreled guns, and the hole was unexpected, but the scattered bombs and chain bombs rained down, sowing death on the decks of the three frigates, the sails of the three ships were broken, individual masts were damaged, more than half of the sailors were killed or wounded, and the remaining sailors were forced to flee into the lower deck, and the deck was cleaned clean. The others are no longer in sight of their opponents. The four enemy ships were facing the stern of the enemy ship, and the bow continued to fire, and after a few rounds, the three battleships were damaged in all directions, and they were extremely miserable.

At this time, Zhou Yafu, Peng Yue, Feng Yi, Ma Yuan, and Geng Yi came to the three miles and began to form a formation, and a quarter of an hour later, there would be three battleships shelling an enemy ship.

"Surrender." Abelardo said with a glazed gaze. There is no hope, although the fleet has a lot of gold and silver, but if you don't die, don't say anything, at this time, it is important to save your life, as long as you can return to the Americas one day, gold and silver are handy. It's just that Abelardo didn't expect the journey home to be so long.

Angelo gave an aggrieved order, and the rudder was damaged, leaving the giant ship to be a spectator. It can only lower the sail and reduce speed, becoming a waste that drags down the fleet. The three frigates fought bravely and fearlessly, and surrender was a helpless thing.

Westerners surrender without the possibility of victory, and there is no shame, as long as there is a sense of paying the ransom.

The white flag was first raised on the Princess St. Louis, and in a moment, the other four ships also raised the white flag, and the Spaniards surrendered.

The battle was over, Qian Er and Zhang Wei gasped and smirked and fell on the deck, their eyes looking at the larger enemy ship opposite through the cracked side of the ship. There was jubilation in the artillery deck, almost all the sailors jumped and shouted for joy, finally victorious, it was not easy, this was the fiercest of the three artillery battles, and for the first time there were heavy casualties on the gun deck. The wounded gunner next door did not survive and just swallowed his breath.

Victorious, Zhao Lie looked at the Princess St. Louis through the porthole with tears in his eyes, tears were heartbreaking, and the casualties this time were not small. His mother's Spaniards are more ferocious than the Dutch, and Zhao Lie really hates them at this time.

"Command to receive enemy ships. Bring the enemy's fleet command to the Weiqing. Zhao Lie gritted his teeth and ordered, he had to clean up this special Spaniard.

Abelardo and Angelo watched in numbness as the enemy ships surrounded several of their ships, their swarthy muzzles aimed at a hundred paces. It's all over, and soon they're going to start their hostage careers.

When dozens of enemies boarded the Princess St. Louis, the two people wondered, except for one Portuguese, they were all Ming people, what was the situation, could they have been defeated by the Ming people.

These Ming soldiers are different from the Ming people in their impression in the past, the Ming people in the past are deferential and humble, and the Ming soldiers in front of them have sharp eyes, light actions, and are extremely hostile to them, when the boatswain reluctantly slowly put down the saber, a Ming soldier stepped forward and smashed the back of the knife on the shoulders of the boatswain, the boatswain screamed and rolled on the ground, and the other sailors were immediately more obedient, so the Ming army was ruthless.

The only Portuguese told them, in his broken Spanish, to disembark and that the other man's lord wanted to see them.

Abelardo shrugged his shoulders and disembarked with Angelo and boarded the low boat.

The small boat, which was less than 100 tons, was very brisk, and flexibly passed through the enemy fleet, and came to a slightly larger warship on the outermost side, and the two noticed that the enemy soldiers were almost all Ming, which puzzled them, could it be that we were all Portuguese servants who fought fiercely for half a day. God, this day is too strange, when did the natives have the combat power that is not inferior to the Europeans, is this still the humble and timid Ming people of the past, these Ming people are more fierce and warlike than the Dutch people. Abelardo made a cross and prayed to God and Our Lady for the blessing, and then climbed the soft ladder, he now had only one thought to return to Spain safely, and as for the loss of goods, it was his own, and he could take care of it at this time.

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