Early the next morning, the wind was not strong, but there was a little rain, the weather was still a little cold, Zhao Lie got up as usual to boil his muscles and bones, Zhao Lie exercised his will in this way, forced himself not to relax, he did not have the capital to relax, the big gun unfolded, up and down, picking, stabbing, smashing, a set of marksmanship, slightly sweating, lifting the Yanling knife, in the open space in the middle of the deck, only to see the figure faintly, the knife flashing, the cold light dazzling. In the end, Zhao Lie picked up the two stone bows and pulled the bowstring fifty times in the air, Rao is Zhao Lie's strength was amazing, and he was also sweating.

In the bow cabin of the Munitis behind the Wei Qing, Alexandra held a telescope out of the porthole and looked at Zhao Lie quietly. Seeing Zhao Lie put down the big bow, he was slightly panting and resting on the side of the boat. Alexandra smiled and remembered the scene where Zhao Lie ordered the ship to approach the Munitis and shouted to care for herself after driving away the enemy yesterday, and her heart was full of sweetness.

Zhao Lie just washed up briefly, and taking a bath was free, after all, fresh water at sea was precious, and it must not be wasted easily. At this moment, three gunshots rang out from the lookout, which was the highest level of alarm, and after a while, Yu Dabao came in to report that two Western-style galleons appeared in the sea area on the east side.

Zhao Lie picked up the binoculars and looked through the porthole, because the light rain did not stop, and the ship was still far away, he couldn't see the flag of the incoming ship clearly.

"Order the highest level of alert of the whole fleet, Huo Quai, Zhou Yafu, and Peng Yue to meet the enemy to the east."

Zhao Lie didn't wait to see the nationality clearly, the Dutch people who were most likely to be big in this sea area had to be prepared.

The Weiqing fired three cannon shots, which was the signal for the whole fleet to go to war. With a cup of tea, Huo Quai, Zhou Yafu, and Peng Yue sailed to the east to take the initiative to meet the enemy.

Huo Qubing is served by Simunio, the captain of the original Zhou Yafu, and the captains of the Zhou Yafu and Peng Yue are the original first mates.

Simunio stared at the opposing mainmast with a telescope as the red, white and blue Dutch flag came into view, "Damn the Dutch brute." "In recent years, the Dutch and English have continued to rob Spanish and Portuguese merchant ships, destroying the economies of both countries, and are the great enemies of the two countries at sea. As a captain in the Portuguese Navy, it is desirable to be able to face off against mortal enemies and take revenge in person. However, the reality is cruel, their own fleet is a kind of goods, the sailors are not satisfactory, after these days of proficiency, they can basically control the warship, however, only four of the thirty gun crews on the lower deck are the original Portuguese gun crews, and the others are all novices of the Ming Dynasty, without artillery battles, and have zero experience. At this time, he understood that the artillery battle tactics formulated by the young master of the Ming Dynasty before, that is, braving the enemy's artillery fire, advancing close to four or five hundred meters to fire, this is a hand-to-hand combat tactic, but it is the only choice for a group of novices at the moment.

On the Houston, Van . Captain Wildenke saw the Portuguese flag in the telescope, it was Portuguese, however, he was puzzled, there were less than five Portuguese warships in Macau, and now there were six warships, and three or four armed merchant ships, well, it was probably a mixed fleet of Spain and Portugal, and they were scared. It is not unusual to dispatch so many warships, and there are many lucky ships. This is a large-scale convoy, then, there is precious cargo here, is it gold and silver. What kind of valuable object can make the Portuguese escort on such a scale, Fan. Wildenk's heart itched, he only had two warships under his command, and he was a little weak, but he had to attack the enemy ships for the sake of these precious cargoes.

Wildenke estimated his own strength, on his side, the Houston was 280 tons, with 30 cannons, and the Dihan was 180 tons, with 20 cannons, and the decisive battle of the fleet was a joke, but it was unforgivable to watch the other party's fleet pass safely, it could only be a guerrilla artillery bombardment, as long as it could damage a few merchant ships, then even if the order given to him by the Grand Governor Nitz was completed, if it hit the vital point of any enemy ship, it would be a surprise to leave it.

"Hang the battle flag." Wildenk ordered.

The Houston and the Dehan adjusted their course and approached Zhao Lie's fleet.

Qian Er nervously looked at the approaching enemy ships through the gun window, his family escaped from Liaodong, leaving only the old father, the third brother, and the daughter of him and the eldest brother, Yaya, thanks to the fact that Lord Zhao took them back to Shandong from Lushun by boat, and received food and clothing, so he survived, and when he arrived at Shidao, recruited soldiers and workers, he became a soldier, and the third brother became a craftsman, with double food, and the days finally had hope. He was quite competitive, practiced hard, and had dexterous hands and feet, so he was selected to become the gunner of the sea ship, but the first time he went out to the far door, he encountered an artillery battle, Qian Er's heart was really bottomless, at this time his heart was like a boiling pot, and he couldn't suppress it anyway, and to put it bluntly, he was frightened.

Qian Er looked at Wang Qiang, who was quietly debugging the muzzle, and envied his calmness, Wang Qiang was an old gunner who was transferred from the Sea Dragon, he had fought bandits, shelled Jiannu, and was much stronger than himself, Wang Qiang at this time did not have a trace of timidity, but was just calmly busy with his own affairs.

Haronso, who was in charge of the lower deck, frowned, except for the four Portuguese artillery crews, he saw the uneasiness of the other Daming artillery crews, however, he had no choice, they were all novices, and he was also from novices, it was normal to have uneasiness, but, alas, the training time was too short, these gunners could only be regarded as half-finished at best, and they were still far from being completed, however, the Dutch would not give them time.

"Listen to me," Lu Yuan, the head of the Ming side who was transferred from Fuhai, shouted, drawing people's eyes over, "Lord Zhao's ship is in the rear, and the ships in the rear have no cannons, and Lord Zhao's safety is in our hands. ”

"Swear to repay your lordship." Nearly 100 people responded with a bang.

All the Ming people here have been helped by Zhao Lie, and they are really the so-called vested interests, if Zhao Lie loses, then the family will have to be reduced to poverty. Don't say anything, fight.

"My lord, listen to the order and resist the shelling." Lu Yuan drank heavily.

Zhao Lie worriedly watched the three boats not very coordinated and sailed towards the enemy ship, this was the first time he came to Daming, he felt that he had lost the initiative to control things, which made him worry.

One nautical mile, Wildenke ordered the side to face the enemy, and the two ships turned perfectly, and the gun windows opened, however, he was a little puzzled, the enemy's three battleships did not turn, and still sailed towards him, but he did not hesitate, he only had two ships, and he moved freely from a distance.

"Order, fire."

Qian Er heard a constant roar in the distance. Then, a large splash of water around his ship, and a shrill whistling sound, he understood that the other party had fired. He anxiously looked at Halonso and Lu Yuan, only to see that neither of them was speechless. There was silence on the deck.

Wildenke saw through his binoculars that only a few shells had hit the enemy's largest battleship, and of course, a few shells did little damage to the enemy. The rest made a splash. It's normal, the other party goes straight to him, and the blow surface is too small.

Wildenck ordered a reload, and the other party approached with determination. Wildenke was even more puzzled. Why didn't they fight back, they were just so close to bear the artillery fire, what did they want to do, if Zhao Lie heard his muttering, he must have smiled bitterly, damn, whoever let the gunners and sailors be rookies, they can only get close to the shelling, there is no other way.

Dozens of breaths later, the second salvo began, and smoke enveloped the two Dutch battleships.

Huo Qu's sick and Zhou Yafu experienced another baptism, and Peng Yue was lucky, because no one took care of it. The other side only has two ships, and there is really no time to deal with its small ship.

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