In the narrow entrance to the Persian Gulf, thousands of giant ships hedged together. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

The length of the boat is close to 100 meters, the short boat is also 20 meters, tens of thousands of oarsmen have their muscles up, sweating like rain shouting trumpets, the gongs and drums of the two armies are ringing, and the killing machines are soaring into the sky within a radius of dozens of miles, and only human beings can organize such a large and large-scale cannibalism.

Standing on Mount Mount, a high ground on the northern shore of the Strait of Hormuz, looking at the white waves of the ship, the governor of Khorasan, Marwan, could not help but be overjoyed, and the strategy of the Arab naval governor Busr really worked.

Hidden near the north shore, it took advantage of the fact that the Fujian fleet maintained a long and narrow formation, and also took advantage of the acceleration of the inward current of the Strait of Hormuz, and the Arab navy in a sharp formation shot out like an invincible desert arrow.

On the other hand, the Fujian State is a thin long snake formation at this time, and the thickest part of the camp is only two ships in parallel, and what is even worse is that the huge hull of the Fujian State seems to have become a burden at this time, and now it is all on the side of the enemy, and in the face of the sharp bow of the Arabs, it seems that it will be cut in half in the next moment.

Until the end of the Middle Ages, in the fifteenth century, the protagonists of naval warfare were basically bows and arrows, ramming and broadside battles as the protagonists, even Spain, which had an invincible arma and was equipped with artillery, still regarded broadside warfare as the guiding ideology of warfare, not to mention a more primitive era.

Standing on the bow of his own flagship, looking at the Fujian fleet close to the long snake formation on the south bank, Booth was buckled under the spired oriental helmet, and the hidden murderous intent and sneer in his dark eyes were even stronger.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts. Liu Renliang has been dissatisfied with the Arabs for setting up cards at sea to collect money for a long time, and similarly, Booth has also been unhappy with the Fujian fleet showing off its strength for a long time, and now the opportunity to destroy this old enemy seems to be imminent, and he suppressed his excitement, Booth pulled out his Damascus scimitar and pointed ahead and ordered loudly.

"After a while, the first column led by Fassback crashed into the center of the Fujian fleet at full speed, no need for pity, all of them were sunk, the right fleet led by Albus rushed into the enemy formation and rushed to the right to kill, mainly engaged in broadside battles, Ibrahim's left side rushed to Hormuz, be sure to block the strait, and not let any enemy ships escape!"

"Soldiers, kill! The era of sea power that belongs to us has arrived! ”

The Battle of the Masts was the defeat of the mighty Byzantine navy by the still weak Arab navy led by Booth, and now, listening to the encouragement of the commander, the huge Arab navy is even more morale and dead.

In just twenty miles, a few incense injections took time, the sea water rushed, and seeing that the Fujian fleet was still facing him a few hundred meters away, it seemed that he saw the tragedy that was about to happen to the enemy, and Booth's deep eyes became more and more cold.

However, will the Min fleet really be beheaded in half as he wishes?

Standing on the bridge and measuring the distance, Liu Renliang also put down the binoculars in his chest, turned his head and ordered: "Order the whole army, the first salvo, and then the fleet will keep the formation around and shoot freely!"

With Liu Renliang's order, on the side of the ship of the Fujian fleet, which was slowly moving forward like a snail on the sea, one by one the portholes were opened, and the black and shiny cast iron cannon barrels poked out.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

A complete row of firelight sounded from the west end to the east end of the long snake formation almost at the same time, and the deafening roar even the seagulls resting dozens of miles away circled and flew up in fright, and a large white smoke was instantly obscured above the Fujian fleet, and the hundred-ton giant ships were actually pushed a few meters away to the south.

Under the shrill sound of cannonballs rubbing against the air, 1,500 guns of a hundred ships spat out 3,000 red lead ball shells and rained down on the ranks of the Arab fleet.

A three-meter-high column of water rose on the surface of the sea, and the sea was tossed by the shelling, and before they could figure out what was happening, the densely charged Arab fleets crashed into each other with the crackling of headless flies in the roar, even Booth's flagship.

The boat in front came to a halt suddenly, the distance of eighteen meters was as short as a centimeter for the great inertia, and the oarsman used all his strength to hold the oars and feed, and the sixty-meter heavy Dramond boat still slammed into the stern of the front boat.

In the crunching sound, the sharp ramming horns originally used to deal with the enemy were embedded in the chrysanthemums of his ship, and the huge impact force almost threw Booth into the sea, and it took him a long time before he grappled the railing and laboriously climbed back to the bow of the ship, looking at the past, this tough handsome Arab dudu could not help but show a face full of shock.

The Fasbak fleet, which had been planned to deal with the flagship of the Fujian State in front, was completely in a mess, the masts toppled over, the oars of the ships were broken, the brave Arab soldiers lined up on the deck were swept into the sea like bowling balls, and at least fifteen of the hundred warships were seriously tilted, and the rest basically lost power, fighting sideways in place, bumping and colliding together.

The purpose of this round is to stop the Arab fleet, and the Fujian country fired all chain bullets, that is, thick iron chains tied two lead balls together, a few catties of black powder brought terrifying power, and two shells hovering in the air brought terrifying inertia, regardless of iron armor, hardwood oars, decks, and masts, they all became paper-paste.

Booth even saw an unlucky warship about a hundred meters away, a row of soldiers still standing neatly on the deck, but the upper half of their bodies were gone, only the flesh and blood were blurred stubble, and the strangulation power of the chain bullet could be seen.

The terrifying attack made the battlefield silent for half a minute, and then Booth's heart-rending roar rang out: "Albus, Ibrahim's fleet scattered left and right, bypassing the front army, going up, and engaging in a broadside battle!"

In the midst of the roar of rage, the drummers and flag-bearers on the flagship were once again busy, and the Arab boats, which had exploded chrysanthemums with each other, rowed hard to break free, and everywhere there was the roar of the officers and the sound of the whip hitting the back of the oarsman.

The long-range firepower of the Byzantine navy was very advanced, and the same heavy Dramon Mediterranean five columns were loaded with eight ballistas, and the battle was far away, and the rain of stone bullets in the battle of the mast really caused considerable damage to the Arab fleet.

Before the war, Booth also had a psychological preparation for the long-range firepower of Fujian, so he tried his best to attract the Fujian fleet into the strait, suppress the range of enemy ships, and shorten the charging distance, but now the long-range firepower of the Fujian people has exceeded Booth's imagination, and under the attack density and lethality of this unknown weapon, the Byzantine ballistae are simply scum.

Booth never knew that the main ships of the Fujian fleet, Qi Ship, were modeled after the appearance of the Galen ship in Li Jie's memory, and the Galen ship and the artillery tactics equipped with it already belonged to the 16th and 17th centuries, and the advanced naval battle tactics summed up by Britain after defeating the Spanish Armada were already more advanced than the tactics in Booth's mind by a thousand years.

In the same way, Fujian's investment in the study of artillery was enough to re-establish several fleets like Booth, which was once equipped with forty or fifty meters of Qi ships, bulky and not powerful bronze artillery, and Liu Renliang once beat the main force of Goguryeo and tens of thousands of people in the naval division of Lou Ship.

Nowadays, the new artillery cast by the method of cast iron and steel hoop has reduced the production cost and produced several times more artillery equipment, and it is no wonder that Liu Renliang is so confident.

The biggest difference in tactics between the two eras is that the original fragile side of the ship has become a killing weapon, if on the sea, Albus suddenly kills the bow of the Fujian fleet arranged in a circle, maybe there may be some hope of success, but he chooses to face the side of the Fujian fleet that has spread out the firepower, so he can only end in tragedy.

Now Liu Renliang's artillery technology is not up to the level of Renaissance Britain, after the first round of shelling, the next round of waiting for five minutes, and the long snake-like spiraling Fujian fleet no longer fired a salvo, one cannon after another shot separately, but five minutes for the Arab fleet is even shorter, without waiting for the fleet to be dragged away from the crowded state, the artillery fire that never stops will be fired over.

Boom, boom, cannon fire continued to bombard the huge and bulky bodies of the Arab fleet, and the sawdust splashed one by one on the hull of the ship with a few pounds of lead balls, and the bowling balls of Arab sergeants lined up on the deck for hand-to-hand combat were knocked down in pieces, the oars broke, the masts capsized, the sea poured into the cabins, the oars slaves were chained to their waists, and in their desperate roars, one after another the battleships of the Rodmund Five Columns sank into the icy Persian Gulf.

However, the bravery of the Islamized Arabs was also fully displayed, and when the oars were broken, they hit the water with broken oars to row, the sails fell down and were thrown aside, and the artillery fought back in vain with ballistas. Finally broke away from the crowded fleet, not a single ship broke away to the north shore, and all of them continued to rush towards the Min fleet in the face of artillery fire, although they were surrounded by their companions who had been sunk by the Min and scattered into pieces.

In the fierce battle for half an hour, there were really more than a dozen Arab Rodmund battleships scarred close to the Fujian warship, and in the hopeful gaze of the Chinese army Booth, the rope hook was thrown to the towering bow of the Qi ship, and one by one the Arab soldiers were full of blood red, howling Allah's protection, and climbed towards the Fujian warship with swords and shields on their backs.

Now that he no longer seeks victory, he can inflict a little damage on the Min country, and in his hoarse roar full of expectations, the first Arab warrior stepped on the Fujian warship as he wished.

But, for a second, a powerful crossbow flew into his chest and shot him straight into the sea.

The Arab sailors who rushed up to fight in a dozen boats really took it by surprise and killed dozens of Fujian sailors, but this result seemed to infuriate the Fujian fleet.

While using a crossbow to strangle the Arab sailors who rushed onto the ship, while the Fujian sailors pushed out a huge copper cabinet-like thing from the cabin, the piston like a pesticide ejector was pressed a few times, and the fifteen-meter-long fire dragon came down on the Arab ship with teeth and claws.

Flames rose several meters high, and black smoke drifted viciously over the Persian Gulf.

The fierce battle continues.

Presenting a semicircle, the main warships of Fujian are constantly shelling more than 250 ships, and on the other end, the slightly smaller Cangshan boat bird ship is interspersed with the artillery bombardment of the main ship, and rushes to the Arab fleet that has lost power, and at the mouth of the Strait of Hormuz into the Persian Gulf, barrels and barrels of oil fall from the ocean current, and with the hot shells falling, half of the sky is on fire in the Persian Gulf.

Such a devastating blow was that even Booth's flagship was not spared, and the vast sea was full of broken ship planks and floating corpses, and the sea of fire seemed to smoke the sky red.

The second half of the ship had broken and sunk, the bow was raised high, but Booth kept clutching the bow, desperately watching his fleet struggle in the sparks, and the ship sank faster and faster, and finally, with a long sigh from Booth, the pride of the Arab Imperial Navy, dragged its commander, and plunged headlong into the deep Persian Gulf......