The night is as dark as ink.

Paul lay on the shore, his eyes dark, and his ears filled with the sound of rushing water.

As an experienced fleet commander, Paul could easily distinguish the sound of a ship breaking through the sound of the waves. "It's already here, it's the Portuguese Sino-Japanese merchant fleet, there are at least twenty ships."

Paul's words were confident, and there was even a faint excitement about the upcoming battle. When Paul was not yet the commander of the fleet of the Dutch East India Company, he had accompanied the Dutch commander several times to take part in the attack on Macao.

However, on several occasions, they failed to take advantage of the Portuguese in Macau. The Portuguese have been operating in Macao for nearly 100 years, and they have long since made the operation of Macau a fortress, with strong coastal defense artillery firepower in the city, and they also have a fleet that travels between China, Japan and Malacca, and stays in Macao for a period of time every year.

Later, the Dutch and Spain signed a twelve-year armistice, stipulating that neither side should attack each other or the other's overseas colonies, because Spain was also the king of Portugal, so the Dutch were limited by the treaty and never attacked Macau again.

"These Portuguese really came out."

Paul was now a senior advisor to the Ming Beiyang Naval Division, as he had participated in several attacks on Macao, so this time he was sent to spy on the movements of the Portuguese in Macau after he went south with the Beiyang Naval Division.

When the news of the Ming fleet defeating the Spanish and Dutch captives in Taiwan and recovering Taiwan reached Macao, the Portuguese were greatly nervous.

St. Paul, then the sixth governor of Macau in Portugal, immediately consulted with the governor of Macau, as well as the justices and bishops, convened a city council, and nervously appealed to the Malacca side for help.

The Portuguese had occupied Macao for nearly 100 years, and although they paid 500 taels of silver to the Ming Dynasty every year as a rent, they actually built castles in Macao and stationed troops. There is also a city council, which elects its own councillors, and there are governors, magistrates, chancellors, bishops, etc., who are stationed by the Portuguese Indian government. For Macau, autonomy and judicial adjudication are basically a country within a country, or at best a concession.

The Portuguese, or the Portuguese in Macao, have gone through several generations, and even many of the earlier Portuguese in Macao have married wives and had children here, and even have the second and third and fourth generations.

After the arrival of Zhang Guowei, the governor of Liangguang, a few years ago. He immediately sent a message to the Portuguese in Macao, and asked the Portuguese governor, the magistrate, the chancellor, the bishop, the commander of the merchant fleet, and the members of the city council to meet him.

Upon receiving this request, Governor Sch Paul immediately called a meeting to discuss it. They believed that the governor of the Ming Dynasty had summoned them and had indicated that the autonomous officials of Macao should be sent there, apparently very concerned about the situation in Macao. If you go, there will be an unforeseen situation. But if you don't go, then the fake image of the lease that you spend five hundred taels of silver a year in exchange may break.

In the end, SchPaul and the others decided that they would not go. Instead, they sent a few Chinese-Portuguese Macao merchants to go in their place, and prepared Western goods worth 10,000 taels, such as chiming clocks and telescopes, in the hope that they would be able to do the same as before. Use silver to buy off the new governor of Liangguang in the Ming Dynasty.

But this time, they miscalculated.

The person who sent was arrested, charged with bribery, and the person was arrested. The gifts brought with them were also confiscated, and a new summons letter from the governor of Liangguang arrived.

At this time, the Ming fleet regained Taiwan. The news of the surrender of the Spaniards and the defeat of the Dutch came. Shi Paul and the others were shocked, and then they realized that the Ming Governor had bad intentions, and while they were glad that they did not go to see the Governor Zhang, they went to Malacca for help, and at the same time began to prepare for war nervously.

The Portuguese had no idea of surrendering to the Ming army, or handing over Macau or anything. Nearly 100 years later, they have taken root in Macau, and what started as a small fishing village has now been transformed into a very prosperous Portuguese city. Many Portuguese have lived here for generations and have long regarded this as their home, as their land.

Moreover, the Portuguese were not afraid of the Ming army, which in the past the Ming army, the Spanish, the Dutch and even the British tried to seize Macao, but they were repulsed every time. Maybe Portugal is not as good as it used to be, but the Portuguese in Macau think that this is theirs, and no one wants to take it.

Paul watched the 21 Portuguese warships and merchant ships slowly sail into Xiangshan Ao by the starlight reflected on the water.

Liu Jun stood on the bow of the Poseidon, in the dim night, the battleship lights were controlled, and there was no fire, and he couldn't see the situation in the distance.

Daming Sailor took a great risk and entered Xiangshan Ao in the dark.

Liu Jun had already received a message from Zhang Guowei and knew that Macao, which was the Portuguese in the trench mirror called by the Ming Dynasty at this time, had already rejected his summons and was still actively preparing for war. Now that the Portuguese are ready to resist to the end, Liu Jun doesn't want to talk nonsense with them anymore, and at this time, it depends on who is tougher.

The four fleets of the Daming Naval Division have long been waiting for the Portuguese fleet.

Zhang Guowei arranged for spies to infiltrate Macao to obtain information, and the Portuguese were preparing for the battle while waiting for the Malacca fleet to come for reinforcements. After knowing the news, he immediately told Liu Jun. Liu Jun also immediately changed his battle plan, preparing to destroy this fleet first and then attack Macao.

After discovering that the Portuguese fleet would arrive tonight, Liu Jun also arrived after dark tonight with his fleet.

"Has the Portuguese fleet arrived?" Liu Jun asked.

"It has been confirmed earlier that there are a total of twenty-one ships, including five large warships with four masts and double-deck gunboats, six armed merchant ships, and ten brigs and clippers."

The Portuguese have invested a lot of money, and they have transferred so many ships, and there are actually five large ships, and they are determined to fight us to the end.

"The Portuguese are just stupid enough to see the situation clearly, and they are asking for their own death." Liu Jun's senior Spanish adviser, Bodillio, had some schadenfreude in his voice, although Spain and Portugal are now one, but the former Spanish Taiwanese naval officer does not treat these people as his own.

Poderio had already foreseen the fall of the Portuguese fleet, and they had no idea that the Ming of today was far from the Ming of the past. Daming now has a powerful fleet, and this fleet is still very insidiously ambushed here, like a fierce lion ambushing a poor goat.

Xiangshan Ao.

The Portuguese reinforcement fleet was sailing towards Macau under nightfall.

"With our reinforcements, no one in Macau will want to take it away!" Francis, the commander of the reinforced fleet, said while holding a cigar in his hand.

His words had just fallen. The lookout hand on the mast suddenly blew the flute.

"What's the situation?" Francis asked aloud with a frown.

"What's that?"

The attendant next to him shouted loudly. Francis looked up, but saw that on the sea they had just passed, suddenly a little light turned on, and as the light turned on, huge figures appeared.

"Grass, it's a battleship!"

Francis didn't ask whether this fleet that suddenly appeared was definitely not Macao's, and although there were still ships in Macao, there were only two large warships and a few ordinary sailing ships.

"Could it be the Ming fleet that seized Taiwan?" Francis thought.

Before he could figure it out, the fleet suddenly shone brighter in the darkness. A sudden increase in light. It was the cannon on the side of the ship firing in turn, and the flames spewed out from the muzzle.

The two fleets were only three or four hundred paces apart at this time, and this distance was the time when the guns of the giant ships fired the most powerful. One cannon after another lit up, and then an earth-shattering cannon rang out, and the sky was filled with whistling sounds.

Francis stood there, his face glazed.

A strong wind blew the golden wig off his head, and a thirty-two-pound cannonball hit the bow of the ship. Smashed the bow of the ship into a big hole.

The hull shook violently, and Francis was thrown to the ground, and he had just struggled to get up, only to rush to his feet and there was another violent tremor. With experience. He knew that the ship had been shot again, and it was a large shell, and it was a bullet from the side of the ship.

It's over, Francis has this thought in his mind.

Then. Suddenly his ears could not hear anything, he only saw the crew of the ship running everywhere, and then the battleship began to tilt. About to sink.

The firepower of the fleet of the Daming Navy Division was fierce beyond the imagination of the Portuguese.

It was hundreds of cannons roaring at the same time, and the entire Portuguese fleet was covered with shells.

Shells whistled and flew, falling into the sea from time to time to set off bursts of water, and some of the ships that hit the Portuguese were also hitting, and the Portuguese fleet was panicking and the soldiers were screaming.

"Ming's fleet? How can it be? ”

Before Francis fell overboard, his mind was full of this question.

Liu Jun looked at the struggling fleet, and a smile appeared on his face, "Blow the trumpet, lean up and take over the gangside jumping gang to fight, and take these ships down." ”

These ships were all new-generation warships of the Western maritime powers at this time, and even if they were not as advanced as the Dutch and British, they were not much worse. Now that the hunt has been successful, there is no need to sink all these good ships.

The trumpet sounded, and several fleets of the Ming army sent fast and nimble warships to rush towards those Portuguese ships, and since victory was in sight, there was no need to take a few capital warships to take risks.

Some Portuguese officers were shouting, "Crash out, rush to the fortress of Macao, let the fortress artillery cover us!" ”

It's a pity that it's too late, they are surrounded by hundreds of boats and can't rush out at all. One boat after another surrounded them, like ferocious wolves, and hooks were thrown up, and the Portuguese cut them off, and more were thrown up from there.

Finally, the Ming army jumped on the boat, the sound of fire was continuous, and the melee cannon on the bow of the ship was spraying iron sand scattered bullets, but it was irretrievable, and the Ming army boarded the ship like ants.

After a burst of gunfire, the Portuguese threw down their depleted guns and began to swing their swords.

Every Portuguese was faced with several players, and even more and more opponents, and finally completely overwhelmed. Only those who saw the opportunity quickly could throw down their weapons and beg for mercy on their knees before they were killed. (To be continued......)

PS: On the first day of the last month of 15 years, let's get a monthly pass!