Not far from the east entrance of the channel, the lookout of the San Juan sounded the alarm ahead, and Angelo and Abelardo came to the deck, raised their binoculars and looked into the distance, and in the mirror appeared the mainmast and lookout of the Galen ship, on which the Portuguese flag was flying. The two looked at each other the same, and their hearts were relieved, but between the rampant camouflage and robbery at sea, especially the rampant and shameless English pirates, Abelardo still ordered the fleet to be on guard, and it was not a big mistake to be careful.

The flotilla drew closer to the Portuguese fleet, and there were four three-hundred-ton warships, four slightly larger merchant ships, and four strangely low boats, but one merchant ship's sail was shattered, the stern diagonal sail mast was broken, and the sail of another merchant ship was split with two large openings, which fluttered with the sea breeze, which was very dazzling. Since the Strait of Babuyan was not wide, the Portuguese fleet was close to the central channel, and the Spanish fleet was also in the central channel, and the two were less than a mile apart.

Obviously, this is also the Portuguese merchant fleet engaged in the trade of the Americas, they smuggled silver between the Ming and the Americas, in exchange for the goods of the Ming Dynasty, and profited from it, it seems that they also encountered a storm, for the situation of this little brother's follower, Abelardo and Angelo gloated and laughed, Nima, finally met the same unlucky, they just can't see that the little brother is better off than them, and now it is even, and the hearts of the two Spanish nobles are much better.

At this time, a shout came from one of the opposing warships, Portuguese and Spanish are close relatives, the same as the two countries. I roughly understood a few of their words, as if asking for help. Well, the word order in Portuguese is a mess, Abelardo thought disdainfully.

I saw that someone on the other side got off the side of the boat and headed towards the fleet in a low boat, the Spanish fleet did not stop sailing, it had already crossed the Portuguese fleet, two small boats approached the fleet, Abelardo raised his binoculars and looked at the people on the boat, strangely there were only two Portuguese on board, and the others were all yellows,

"Mr. Angelo, the ship is full of natives." Abelardo asked curiously.

"Your Excellency, the Portuguese are too few in the Far East, so it is not unusual to buy a large number of Ming people as servants, only they have no Ming people in the army." Angelo pouted, but he really knew some of the secrets of the Macau people.

"I've heard that there was a riot in Manila." Abelardo's attention was no longer on the Portuguese, and the other party was just sending a small boat to meet, which was obviously not risky.

"Yes, the army of the Governor of Manila probably killed a few thousand people, and the suppression continued, and the Ming people arrogantly wanted to establish a state in the Philippines, which is really delusional." Angelo said disdainfully.

"Haha," Abelardo said as if to hear the funniest thing, the establishment of a state in the Philippines under Spanish control. "Stupid natives, the Spanish Empire is also something they can challenge. It's the dumbest indigenous I've ever seen. ”

Angulo agreed, "So they were killed all by themselves, they forgot that the Philippines was discovered and developed by our Kingdom of Spain, and now we Spaniards are in charge." ”

The two small boats approached the flotilla, quite fast, but, suddenly, they flashed to the stern of the two Clark sailboats, and Abelardo and Angelo were a little puzzled, what were they going to do.

"Alarm, alarm." The Spanish sailors on the stern mast waved their hands anxiously and shouted.

"Alert, stern." Angelo and his men hurried to the stern, but they had to run up the aft building on the deck to look down, and saw that the boat had left the stern, and a smoking barrel was nailed above the rudder. Angelo was speechless in astonishment.

Boom, boom, two sounds were heard, the ship was shaking violently, the whole Spanish fleet was in disarray, two galleons carrying valuables were attacked without warning, and the Spaniards were stunned. Two small boats rode away in the chaos.

"My lord, the helmsman on the lower deck has reported a rudder failure and water seeping into the bilge." The boatswain came to Angelo to report it.

"Oh God," Angelo's eyes darkened, fooled.

"The enemy ships are catching up." The lookout sailor shouted.

Abelardo, Angelo looked up and saw four enemy ships approaching the flotilla, and three smaller ships approaching, only a little more than a mile.

"Notify the frigate, open fire." Abelardo shouted menacingly, now mad for revenge.

The lookout was hung with battle flags and the battle horn sounded.

Three frigates approached the galleon and opened their gun windows.

Zhao Lie looked nervously at the enemy ship through the porthole in the hold of the Wei Qing, the three enemy ships were all larger than his own battleship tonnage, according to Muñoz's estimate, it was likely to have twenty-four pounders, which was a great threat to his own battleship. His biggest reliance is the powerful short-barreled heavy artillery, as long as he has survived the first one or two rounds of shelling, he will give the Spaniards a good look.

"Boom, boom......" The three enemy ships opened fire one after another, and the enemy ships were instantly surrounded by thick smoke. The shells arrived with a whistling roar, and almost half of the shells hit the Wei Qing, Li Guang, and Chen Tang.

Zhao Lie clearly heard the sound of Pengpeng's cannonballs and the sound of the ship's planks shattering.

Qian Er and Zhang Wei felt the deepest, but it was the first shelling, and a few shells that hit the lower deck broke the planks on the side of the porthole, and the wet sea breeze penetrated in, and the two of them glanced at each other, there were twenty-four pounds of heavy artillery,

The first captain shouted in a broken voice: "Ready." ”

The cannon window opened, and everyone loaded the medicine bag in the wet sea breeze, loaded the projectile, cleared it, boom, and fired another salvo, and a cannonball finally broke through the ship's board and entered the deck, and immediately destroyed a twelve-pounder gun, and the rebound was strangely stuck on the ship's board. Everyone looked at each other and rejoiced.

"Open fire." Captain A ordered.

There was a roar on the artillery deck, the pungent smell of gunpowder was permeating, and the gunners hurriedly loaded, returned to their positions, the gun commander adjusted the guns, and the next moment the salvo began.

Abelardo and Angelo, who were watching the battle on the side, applauded in unison when their shells hit the enemy ship and raised a large cloud of smoke, and their frigates of five or six hundred tons carried twenty-four pounders, and even the San Juan carried six thirty-two-pound guns, which could be regarded as a sharp weapon of naval warfare, but the vibration was too great when fired, and it could only be placed on the 1,000-ton Princess San Luis and Jose. The opponent's battleship is obviously smaller than its own, and the caliber of the ship's guns cannot be too large.

Indeed, the Li Guang, who was fighting against the San Juan, was very miserable, and in the first two rounds of volleys, he was hit by four twenty-four-pound shells and five eighteen-pound shells, and several large holes were broken in the side of the ship, one of which entered the gun deck, destroying two cannons, killing and wounding eight gunners. As a result, his own artillery bombardment was also weak, after all, the bloody scene frightened the gunners, but Huo Quai, who was ignored by no one on the side, moved closer to the unlucky Li Guang. Before it was in place, Li Guanghao could only stiffen up.

The smiles of Abelardo and Angelo disappeared after the salvo of the opponent's heavy artillery, and they clearly saw that the side of the Cologne broke open two large holes, and the shells drilled into the cabin, yes, they were not dazzled, and the enemy's heavy artillery shells broke directly in.

The two men looked at each other in horror, "Forty-eight pounder cannon." "They knew that even a thirty-two-pounder gun would not be able to break through the thick planks of the five-hundred-ton Cologne very quickly.

"Oh God, how did they load heavy artillery into the tiny hull." Abelardo shouted angrily.

"Your Excellency, I don't know, I just know that we don't have such a ship." Angelo shrugged, hell, how do I know, what a stupid question.

"Order the galleons to approach to help attack." Abelardo commanded. Although the galleon did not have many guns, it also had twenty heavy guns, which was also a great help in naval battles, and at this time he could not care about his own safety, but the enemy had six or seven warships.

"Your Excellency, our rudder is out of order." Angelo replied dryly.

"Oh God, God." Abelardo's breath spun around on the deck. The two galleons can now sail only in one direction, and in order to prevent grounding, the captain has ordered all the sails to be lowered, and now the two ships are moving at turtle speed, well, real turtle speed.

Abelardo and Angelo were now confined to the deck as free spectators, and they were well seated, with wide eyes as they watched the first naval battle in the Palawan Strait.

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