"Your Majesty, today there are six Western-Japanese warships highlighting the sea. The last general led his troops to attack, and the other side retreated without taking the battle."

Emperor Chongzhen was stunned when he saw the private chat sent to him by Liang Xiaozhen in the chat group. Another Western barbarians came. Which country is it from? I seemed to have heard that the Dutch people who were originally in Batavia had transported supplies back to their country. Could it be that they were back? Or from other countries?

In the past, Nanyang was like a public toilet in Europe. People from any country would come and leave as soon as they wanted. Anyway, the local natives would not have any power to fight back. However, now Nanyang is already the territory of the Ming Dynasty and want to treat Nanyang as a public place, so come and you will definitely go to the shit pit!

Thinking of this, he replied to Liang Xiaozhen and said, "When did it happen, which country? Where did they escape?"

The group owner’s private chats were notified directly, regardless of whether they were online or not. Therefore, Liang Xiaozhen immediately replied: “Your Majesty, I was unable to catch up with you half an hour ago and was fled by him. The most general does not recognize this country and has never seen it in Nanyang before. The flags on their warships are like this…”

After roughly describing it, he finally replied: "These Western barbarians escaped to the east, and may have gone to the South China Sea."

Emperor Chongzhen understood as soon as he heard this, it seemed that the British were jealous of the wealth plundered by other countries from the East, and wanted to make a fuss. In the original history, the British should not show off their power in the East until the end of the Qing Dynasty, but this history has changed and it must be prevented. Besides, they had six warships heading to the South Ocean. If there was no defense in the South Ocean, it would be a disaster.

Thinking of this, he issued an order to Liang Xiaozhen: "This is the British colonists. They came to the east, even if they were burning, killing and looting, they were all a group of robbers. You immediately sent warships to pursue them all the time. I will also notify the South China Sea to intercept the key sea surface. Well... In this way, your fleet can return after patrolling the Strait of Malacca."

"I will obey the order!" Liang Xiaozhen responded quickly when she heard this, thinking in her heart that she finally had military achievements to make.

After Emperor Chongzhen finished giving orders, he was still thinking about this matter, and he felt that this was a bit passive. Moreover, the cost of these Europeans was much higher when they came here. At least, in order to search for these British men, they would have to dispatch a lot of warships and waste a lot of manpower.

Thinking of this, he called out the world map and looked at it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and his eyes were fixed on the tip of the Indian Peninsula, namely Sri Lanka in later generations. This is a good place. If the Ming Dynasty stationed troops here, he would also treat the Indian Ocean as the Ming Dynasty's inland sea.

Thinking of this, Emperor Chongzhen issued another order to ask the nearby army to cooperate with the Jinyiwei to spy on the sharp corners of the Indian Peninsula.

British Captain Widell naturally didn't know that because of his appearance, the most powerful empire on earth moved its gaze a little further and expanded its territory. At this time, he was a little upset.

Just now, there was such a huge fleet of sailing warships, which made him a little worried. He was puzzled, which force did this belong to?

While he was thinking, a subordinate came over and reported that the fleet needed supplies.

When Widdle heard this, he happened to find a weak indigenous residence to replenish the supply, and by the way he could also catch some people to ask about the situation, so that he could also relieve his doubts. So he ordered the fleet to move along the coastline and look for opportunities to replenish supplies.

But not long after, the lookout soldier on the flagpole suddenly shouted with a little horror: "Captain, it is likely that the enemy was chasing me just now!"

When Widdle heard this, he was shocked. He was still scared of the huge sail fleet just now.

He hurried to the stern of the boat, picked up the telescope and looked back. Sure enough, there were some black spots on the distant sea level. With his experience, he could tell at a glance that there were many ships. At this time, even if he couldn't see clearly, he could guess that those ships must be the warships that had just chased them.

"Shet, I'm still chasing you so far, crazy!" Weidell cursed, and immediately ordered the fleet to run away quickly.

After running for a long time, after completely unable to see the pursuers in the rear again, all the British, including Widdle, breathed a sigh of relief. The guide patted his chest and said to Widdle: "Captain, don't worry, now it's far enough from the port. I will continue to chase after you when you're crazy. There should be no problem."

Generally speaking, after escaping from the fleet before, they shouldn't be chasing them. But they didn't expect that this fleet of some force would hold such a grudge and want to chase them. But now it's really far away. They were dumped and knew that it was impossible to catch up. They should go back, right?

Widdle thought so and nodded and said, "It should be that I'm tired. Go and rest first and report to me if I have something to do."

Within the past few hours, he was shocked and frightened. He felt a little tired, so he was about to go to rest. The others were similar. After all, they had been nervous before and were very tired when they operated sailing warships together. They all thought that they had already thrown away the pursuers, so they went to rest.

As a result, the six warships sailed at regular speeds again, and the lookouts paid attention to the distant coastline to see if there was any place for rest.

More than an hour later, the sunset was setting, and the sunset reflected the sky and the sea. The six British warships were quietly on the six British warships, except for the necessary posts, everyone else was resting, everything seemed so quiet, only the sound of seagulls occasionally sounded a few times when they passed over the warships.

But at this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded, and the "beep" sound immediately broke the tranquility.

Suddenly, panicked British men rushed out of the cabin, rushing to their respective posts while asking about the situation.

Widdle also rushed to the deck with a nervous look on his face and looked up at the lookout, but before he could ask, the lookout had already reported loudly: "Captain, those fleets are catching up!"

"Water Shet!" Weidell turned his head and looked at it while swearing. At this time, without using a telescope, you could see at least twenty sailing warships on the sea behind the fleet. They were chasing them.

"Sheet, Sheet, Sheet!" After seeing it clearly, Weidell swears in a series of swear words, his face looked very ugly and angry. However, he had no choice but to do anything. There were so many warships and he couldn't fight, so he had to order to run away quickly.

When the next morning, after the sun rose high, Widdle's men reminded him again that the fleet needed supplies.

Since he got rid of the "follower" before sunset yesterday, he really didn't think that the fleet would pursue him perseverely. After hearing this, Widdle ordered the route to approach the coastline and find a way to replenish the supply.

However, reality is about to disappoint, or rather, it is almost desperate. The alarm of "enemy attack" once again broke the tranquility of the fleet. With the sound of Weddle's "Shet", he could only pull up the sails and start the escape route again.

This time, Weidell was really angry and kept running, and kept running for three consecutive days. After being exhausted, he started to find a coastline to shore and rest.

At this time, the guide gave him good news and said to him: "Captain, the day before, we will probably go to the Strait of Malacca. This is the Portuguese territory. After passing this place, we can rest well. As long as we don't go to the Dutch and Spaniards territory, we can dock in other places!"

When Weidell heard this, he was relieved. This trip was really unlucky. He stabbed a hornet's nest and made him run away. It was such a big deal!

Thinking of this, after his subordinates had replenished fresh water on land, he prepared to go to Nanyang in one breath and have a good rest. As for the Portuguese in the Strait of Malacca, they were not worried. They were also the territory of the Portuguese in Ceylon (Sri Lanka), but they could not have had a large number of people. The sea was so big that six warships could easily pass through.

However, when Widdle led the fleet to the Strait of Malacca, another sharp alarm sounded.

Widdle, who rushed out of the cabin, was about to go crazy. Is it really a matter of death to chase after him so far?

"Captain, not behind, but ahead, look ahead!" The lookout seemed to know what he was thinking, and pointed at the front and shouted, "I found three sail warships, and they were flying the flags of overlapping red sun and yellow moon that I saw before."

Weidel was shocked when he heard the sound, and quickly raised his telescope to look. Sure enough, the lookout whistle was right at all. He was a little stupid. From the flag, it seemed that starting from Bangladesh and going to Nanyang, all the way to the south of the country, there was all this sphere of influence. But isn't this a Portuguese place? How could such a force appear, with such a strong strength?

Just when they found each other, the other party also found them. One of the three ships immediately turned around and went back. Although the remaining two ships did not come to greet each other, they did not leave, but just kept a distance.

Widdle thought about it and knew that the sail warship that was going back was probably going back to call reinforcements. At this time, he suddenly felt that it would be that the hornet's nest that could poke was not just that port, but the entire East that was connected, right?

However, this thought just flashed by. He would not think that the news from Bangladesh could be faster than them, so he came here. However, in order to make a careful plan, he still fled back and did not contact the warships with red sun and yellow moon overlapping flags like the ones in front of him. Who knows if there will be a nest here!

As for the warships chasing from the Bangladesh port, they are so far away, and it seems that they can't catch up. They must have gone back, right?

Thinking of this, he ordered the way to retreat, and move faster. He relied on his skillful operation of the sailing warship, and finally slowly threw away the two terrifying ships.

"Captain, what should we do next?" The others were also depressed, and why did they feel like they were running away?

Widell was also confused. Before coming, he had always heard that there were six sailing warships. After leaving Europe, they could walk sideways as long as they did not face the fleets of countries in Europe. In Africa, this statement was correct, but why, since Bangladesh, it felt that six were not enough, and sixty might be OK.

"Let's take a look first!" He couldn't figure out the situation, so he could only answer helplessly. After saying that, he turned to look at the guide and wanted to say something, "What do you want to be a waste guide for?" But after thinking about it, he still couldn't say it out loud. I hope that such inexplicable days will pass quickly, cross the Strait of Malacca, or be better! In this way, this guide is still needed.

However, what he could never imagine was that in the next few days, he fled eastward, encountered pursuers, and in turn advanced eastward, and encountered pursuers again. The most important thing was that, whether in the East or the West, there were all sailing warships with overlapping flags of red sun and yellow moon, and there were still many, at least twenty were pursuing them.

Seeing that there was not much room for him to escape, Weidell finally made a trick and sailed eastward. When he encountered pursuers, he took advantage of the pursuit to hunt in a net-style search, and the fleet formation was dispersed. He gathered six warships and rushed through the middle.

In this way, it is inevitable to fight. The number of warships on both sides had just joined forces was similar, with six British people and seven Ming Navy warships. Under the bombardment of each other, the two Ming Navy warships were seriously damaged, and even one of them was about to sink in water. On the other hand, only one of the warships was seriously damaged.

In terms of the battle loss ratio between the two sides, it was obviously the British who won the battle.

However, this is the home court of the Ming Navy. The scattered warships rushed over immediately. The damaged warships could be towed away, and if they could not be dragged away, they would be transferred. It's okay!

On the British side, the damaged warship had no time to repair it, because behind their fleet was a large number of Ming warships chasing. The British on the damaged warship looked at the dense enemy ships behind and cried because they knew that their ship was finished.

On the basis of losing a warship, Widell finally got rid of the enemy behind and rushed into the Strait of Malacca. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that in front of their fleet, many sailing warships with red sun and yellow moon overlapping flags appeared, as if endless.

At this moment, Weddle had no hope of completing the task assigned to him by Charles I.

Who said that the East is easy to rob? I will report to the king when I go back. The Orientals here are too cruel. The sailing warships are like they don’t have money, and they are the kind of people who will never stop pursuing them!

After another battle, the sea surface was wide and boundless. After eventually losing two more warships, Weidel escaped from the Strait of Malacca and did not dare to continue along the coastline and sailed directly into the depths of the sea. Or only in this way can he have the life to go back alive!
Chapter completed!