Zhao Lie admired the ugliness of several Dutch people facing death, and his heart was happy, if it were not for the sea ship in this projectile land, Zhao Lie would not have let them die so painfully, all kinds of torture invented by the Chinese for thousands of years can not be used on the Chinese, and these foreign garbage can be more effective, but there is also epidemic prevention on the sea ship, which is a pity.

"Someone, bring a cross sword to the butcher captain." Zhao Lie pulled out his large Yanling knife, and the blade flashed in the sun. For this culprit who caused heavy casualties to his own sailors, Zhao Lie decided to send him on his way with his own hands.

Suddenly, Yu Dabao came out of the bilge and threw Luo Deng a large broad-bladed cross sword, Luo Deng held the sword with both hands, felt the cold sword body, stared at Zhao Lie with hatred in his eyes, and walked towards Zhao Lie quickly, he wanted to be buried with this Ming leader on the verge of death.

Li Hu, Yu Dabao and others did not stop Zhao Lie, because they were full of confidence in Zhao Lie's skills, among these people, Zhao Lie's skills can be ranked first, but he is a Dutch who does not know the height of the sky, which just makes the adults stand up.

"Ah......" Luo Deng wheeled the sword with both hands, borrowed the power of his waist and abdomen to quickly slash at Zhao Lie's upper body, but there were some aristocratic warrior appearances, Zhao Lie raised his sword to greet him, only to hear a loud bang, Luo Deng even flew back with a sword that was hit, Luo Deng only felt a huge shock in the tiger's mouth, his hands were numb, his body was pushed by the huge force and staggered back, his heart was horrified, and there was no thought of pulling a cushion back before dying, this person was extremely powerful, he had never met such a strong opponent, Luo Deng was immediately frightened.

Zhao Lie split Huashan with both hands and went straight to Luo Deng, Luo Deng held the sword in both hands to block, only to hear a click, the giant sword broke, the Yan Ling knife was left to cut off Luo Deng's right arm, Luo Deng let out a howl that was not a human voice, Zhao Lie cut off his left arm with a knife, and then kicked it into the sea, the wound touched the salt water, Luo Deng's howl was even more miserable, his arms were lost, he had no way to paddle at all, only two legs were left to step wildly, and he sank into the sea in a moment, leaving only a dazzling large bloodstain.

Wildenk couldn't calm down anymore, he knew that he couldn't escape, the charges of torture and killing the Ming people and playing with the Ming woman could make him die a few times, but he didn't imagine that Wilden was tortured to death, Wildenk jumped into the sea, committed suicide and didn't stay on this hellish deck, let the fire gun shoot his head, or be tortured to death, and several other people also jumped into the sea in the same way, of course, the purpose was just to die a good point.

"Shoot them." Zhao Lie would never leave them alive, just in case the firefighters shot them all.

More than 20 gunners came to the side of the ship and opened fire on several people, and immediately screams were heard, and blood appeared on the sea. There was silence for a moment, leaving only the wandering corpses and the blood that had spread.

"The order, the captain and the first mate of each ship, and the boatswain convey to the soldiers that if the pirates are caught in the future, they will do the same." Zhao Lie ordered.

"Yes." Li Hu bowed in response.

Muñoz looked at Zhao Lie with a complicated mood, he didn't expect Zhao Lie to treat the Dutch people so ruthlessly, killing people without blinking, not talking about ransom at all, as long as they robbed the people of the Ming Dynasty, there was no forgiveness for killing them, and in the future, new forces in the Far East would rise, and new rules would be established.

The Dutch prisoners of war such as West and other Dutch prisoners of war who were escorted and watched on the Xingkai Lake were terrified, but they didn't expect the Ming people to retaliate so fiercely, the Ming people have always been polite and humble, and today's events have left an unforgettable mark in their hearts, as well as the fear of the Ming people.

Zhao Lie ordered the Flying Fish to send the Ming merchants to the offshore waters of Fujian, and Zhao Lie and others waited in Penghu for three days.

After the Flying Fish returned to the sea, the fleet turned due south along the southern part of Taiwan and headed due south, halfway through the voyage, not far from the Philippines.

After three days of driving south, the weather was good, the wind was beautiful, on this day, Zhao Lie took the time to visit the wounded, most of the more than 20 wounded were on the Xingkai Lake, after all, the merchant ship was wide, and the environment was better than that of the warship.

Most of these people were traumatized by broken shards of the plank, not too severe, but one had his left arm amputated.

"I was just a fisherman. It was the adults who recruited us into the army, and gave me a salary and a reward, and I retired due to injury, and there were 100 taels of silver, which is good. My right hand is not injured, and I can still fish when I go back. "This person can still see it." I'm much better than a dozen dead people. ”

Zhao Lie was speechless for a long time after hearing this, the people of the Ming Dynasty are the best people in the world, hard-working, obedient and obedient, easy to satisfy, such a large number of people finally rebelled, it can be seen that the Ming emperor and the bureaucracy of the power to govern the world, it is really self-inflicted.

"My lord, the heavens have changed." The boatswain came down to the cabin to report.

Zhao Lie and his party went up to the deck, only to see the sky in the south in the distance covered with black clouds, and they were quickly rushing towards the fleet.

The Flying Shark, which was scouting ahead, quickly returned home, reporting a heavy storm ahead.

Muñoz immediately ordered the fleet to turn around, and when a great storm came, it was a common truth to borrow the wind to support the ship, and that it was not to fight against the storm, but to sail with the wind to avoid the storm.

Zhao Lie watched the black clouds approaching quickly, and his heart was worried, he knew the horror of hurricanes in the Pacific Ocean from later generations, he had never experienced hurricanes, but he didn't expect that the first encounter was in the Ming Dynasty in the seventeenth century.

The sailors of the fleet, including ordinary Dutch sailors, had been exempted from busyness, lowering the sails, preparing materials on the lower deck, and especially reinforcing the places that had been barely repaired after the artillery battle.

An hour later, the storm approached the fleet, and the day began to darken, and it was the end of noon, but it was like evening, and the waves came one after another, and the sea water poured into the deck, and the ships raised their sailing lights to prevent collisions, and the dim lights flashed in the bow and stern.

When the big waves come, the ship first sails to the waves, and then quickly sails to the bottom of the peak, and can no longer see the sea of a flat river, can only see the undulating waves in front of them, which makes people feel extremely desperate, because the big waves are endless, as if there is no end, people can not see the hope of getting out of the trap safely, people continue to be seasick and vomit, the smell in the ship is extremely unpleasant, many sailors, gunners, and armor are tied in the cabin to prevent them from accidents, and the sailors who do not react too much are constantly scooping out the water to prevent the ship from capsizing due to too much water.

Three hours later, the sky was already dark, the wind and waves were even stronger, the torrential rain was like a note, Zhao Lie's feeling on the boat was very similar to the roller coaster of later generations, and his body rushed up and sank, but the roller coaster was only a few minutes, and this was an endless mountain ride, which made people dizzy. Zhao Lie felt fear for the first time after coming to Daming, and a strong fear that fate was not in his hands arose. At this time, if the ship is good or bad, it will be difficult for the adjacent ships to rescue, and they will not be able to get close at all, so they can only take care of themselves.

Zhao Lie had mixed feelings in his heart, regretting that he shouldn't be so tossed, regretting that he shouldn't be the first, he wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die without a place to be buried, but these thoughts lingered for a while, Zhao Lie smiled, that is, turn around and start over, he would still act like this, because the side of the storm is hope, the only hope, even if a moth fights the fire, he can only act like this, and he wants to have a ball, Zhao Lie sat with his eyes closed and enjoyed the Ming version of the roller coaster.

At this time, what Zhao Lie admired the most was the sailors on the ship, who had to climb up and down with difficulty according to the boatswain's instructions to adjust the sails to meet the wind direction and speed to ensure the safety of the ship.

In this way, Lan San is one of the people admired by Zhao Lie, in the slippery, windy, and rocking rainy night, Lan San can't remember how many times he climbed the mainmast to adjust the sails, as a deputy boatswain, his task is to protect the mainmast and the main sail, on the sail, every time he climbs the mainmast, he hears the mainmast being oppressed by the wind and makes a creaking sound, he is afraid that the mainmast can't hold on, and throws him off the mainmast and falls into the sea, then he is nine deaths.

At this time, he forced himself to forget the strong wind, pay attention to the slippery ladder under his feet, and concentrate on the work, until at last the sail could not stand it and shattered, and even the upper mast broke and hung down, and he swept a foot to his right, and sent the other sailor with him into the sea, and he heard only a scream, and the man disappeared into the night sky. Fear filled his body, but he couldn't run away, because he was on the ship, and only they sailors could steer the sails, and they couldn't run away to save their lives. He gritted his teeth and insisted on continuing to be busy.

The whole fleet followed the wind to the north, and after a whole day, the wind weakened, but it was still very strong, and after everyone discussed, first, it was now dark, and second, the wind was still not small, and the fleet did not turn around or sail downwind, heading towards the mainland.

When the first rays of sunlight shone into the fleet the next day, the storm subsided, and Zhao Lie looked around the fleet, rejoicing in his new life, but, well, it was really miserable.

I saw that the majestic fleet was gone, almost all the sails of the ships were gone, some even the upper masts were broken, and some were cut by the sailors on the ship themselves in order to reduce the wind resistance, most of the sails were broken, and a tattered fleet appeared in front of Zhao Lie's eyes.

It stands to reason that the ship should be repaired at this time, but all the sailors are exhausted, and when the danger has passed, people now only want to sleep and rest, and they have no strength left to do anything, both mentally and physically.

The flotilla just turned the bow of the ship to the south, and then the soldiers rested in batches to recover their strength, and the flotilla sailed south at a pitiful speed of less than two knots, and the tattered sails in the sun supported the flotilla forward, which was really miserable.

Zhao Lie also endured his fatigue and discomfort, and went to the Weiqing to comfort the soldiers of the sailor.

PS dismal results do not change the original intention,Realism is the style,Persistence is victory,Please recommend the collection,Thank you for your support in the middle of the night。