The solid shells were not only powerful in close shooting, but also had a terrifying destructive power. These merchant ships were not as strong as warships. Not to mention eighteen-pound shells, twelve-pound shells could also be shot and penetrated in one shot. Amid the deafening sound of shelling, the merchant ship immediately flew wood chips and was knocked down in a few minutes.

Looking at this tragic scene, all the members of the merchant fleet were frightened and pale. There were no pirates here, they were just regular navy. Although their armed merchant ships also had artillery, they were just a few heavy artillery. Most of the others were small cannons that were prepared to jump into the gang battle, and they could not fight against regular naval warships.

Looking at the merchant ship that was beaten like a sieve and was sinking rapidly, all the personnel on the merchant ship felt cold. The captains looked at their panicked subordinates and did not dare to say anything else that pirates did not dare to sink the merchant ship. They ordered the white flag to surrender. The captains knew it well. At this time, they would definitely be the ones who died first.

Seeing that all the merchant ships closed the gun doors and raised the white flags one after another, Lin Wei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, his lookout hand sounded and reminded: "The Portuguese patrol moved forward."

Lin Wei looked back and saw that, sure enough, the patrol team composed of eight warships in Portugal was rushing towards them at full speed. It seemed that they were anxious and wanted to fight in close combat to stop them from looting the merchant ships and waiting for reinforcements to delay time. This was exactly what Lin Wei wanted. The other party had six auxiliary ships. What he was most worried about was that the other party was not close, and he had no time to play the chase.

After pondering for a moment, he ordered in a deep voice: "Order the Spaniards to transfer gold with all their might. The Nanyang Fleet was divided into two squads, encircled the front and back, and destroyed the patrol fleet."

As the flag was waving, the fifteen auxiliary ships of the Nanyang Fleet immediately split into two and went to meet them from the left and right sides.

Lieutenant Colonel Adamel, the chief officer of the Portuguese Patrol Fleet, was overjoyed when he saw the other party being so arrogant. He had long seen that these pirates were pretending to be the regular navy. Except for the Spanish Navy in the hostile camp, the navy of other allied countries could not dare to be so bold to openly rob the Portuguese merchant fleet in the waters near Lisbon.

It was precisely because of this that he did not dare to come forward to rescue. Although the Spaniards were all cruise ships, there were thirty-five ships, and his patrol fleet would definitely not be able to get it. However, when he saw them sinking a merchant ship in front of the patrol fleet, he had to express that he would not be able to submit a business if he went back.

Of course, Adamel just wanted to make a gesture. He originally planned to let the fleet move forward and shoot a few shots with the other party. He tried to delay time and wait for the arrival of the main fleet of the base camp. Unexpectedly, the Spaniards were so arrogant that they actually acted like they were divided into battle. Isn’t this a desperate situation?

As long as he can cripple a small team, he will not only fail, but will make contributions. Thinking of this, Adamel immediately ordered in a deep voice: "The course remains unchanged, lower half of the sails, and prepare for battle!"

However, to Adamel's disappointment, although the other two small fleets came up, they kept a distance of one thousand yards from them. At this distance, the artillery was purely based on luck. Just when he secretly guessed the other's intentions, the two fleets had already passed by, but saw the fire of the other warship flashing, followed by a series of dull sounds.

Did the other party fire? The other party fired a thousand yards away? Adamel couldn't help but feel happy. This was actually a group of grass chickens. However, he immediately realized that he was wrong. The whistling shells quickly flew over the warship in batches. Before he could even lie down, a series of deafening explosions rang in his ears.

Unprepared, the officer watching the battle on the deck and the busy sailor gunner were immediately blown down. Adamel was lucky, but a small hole was cut by shrapnel on his cheek. He was not seriously injured, but his face was covered in blood. When he got up, he couldn't help but be shocked and frightened. He felt something was wrong in his heart, but he pretended to be calm and ordered loudly: "Fire the cannon! Fire the cannon immediately, and they can't let them shoot calmly!"

Lin Wei also ordered loudly: "Aim at the waterline and bottom muzzle of the opponent's warship, as well as the tail rudder, and five consecutive shots! I aimed at me and beat them hard! Prioritize the two fourth-level ships!"

The heavy artillery of European naval warships is generally placed on the lowest level, and the deck is filled with light artillery. If the opponent's heavy artillery is knocked off, the light artillery of the fourth-class ship and auxiliary ships does not pose a threat to them. The shelling of the opponent's waterline allows the warship to enter the water, slow down the navigation speed, and the tail rudder will become even more indifferent. Without the tail rudder, the battleship will not be able to change direction.

With the two fleets bombardment, the sound of cannons immediately rumbling on the sea. The naval officers and soldiers of the Spanish Cádiz fleet quickly leaned on the merchant ship to command the crew and soldiers to transfer gold, while leisurely and relaxedly paying attention to the battle situation. They were full of confidence in the power of the artillery of the Qing fleet. The Portuguese warships and the Qing people were bombarded at a distance of thousands of yards, which was purely seeking death, without any suspense.

With a loud "bang", a shell hit the bottom cabin of the fourth-class ship where Adamel was located. Due to the long distance, it was unable to penetrate the bulkhead, but the huge penetration force caused the bulkhead to explode from the inside. The broken wooden blocks splashed around were like broken shrapnel, causing huge damage to the busy dense gunners on the bottom cabin, and a scream immediately sounded in the cabin.

"Fire the cannon! Go back to his grandma's house." The commander shouted in a stern voice: "Fire the cannon! Fire the cannon!"

A group of uninjured gunners immediately stood firm at their posts. The rumbling sound of cannons immediately sounded, and the sound of cannons was still echoing in the cabin. A "bang" sounded one after another. Several more shells hit the bulkhead, and one shell shot directly from the muzzle, and the entire bottom cabin immediately flew with flesh and blood.

"God, they shelled faster than the British. Are they sure they were Spanish?" asked a gunner loudly.

"No matter who he is, hurry up, the artillery will be restored!" the commander shouted loudly.

However, just three rounds of artillery attacks, the eight warships of the Portuguese patrol fleet were in chaos, and all the warships were in chaos. Lieutenant Colonel Adamel looked at the other's warships with a solemn expression. Most of the busy people on the warships were faced by Oriental people. He couldn't help but feel a chill. The Qing fleet opposite was! The Qing Dynasty declared war on Portugal!

Adamel did not have a direct understanding of the Qing fleet, but during this period, the Portuguese Royal Navy was enthusiastically discussing the combat power of the Qing fleet from top to bottom. After all, the Qing fleet rose too fast, not only the history of the war was brilliant, but also mixed with the Spaniards, and it was very likely to become their opponent.

He really expected that the artillery of the Qing warships was so excellent. Not only was it far and accurate, but it also had a lot of power. It was impossible to fight this battle at all, and the power of the artillery between the two sides was too great.

The sound of artillery finally stopped, and the two fleets had passed by. However, Adamel knew that the other party would turn around and chase after him. He was about to order to rush over, and the adjutant rushed forward and reported: "Sir, the bottom cabin is seriously leaking, and the gunner on the bottom deck is seriously injured and injured." After a slight pause, he said sadly: "Also, the tail rudder has been hit."

The tail rudder was hit! Adamel's face suddenly turned pale. Without the tail rudder, they became fish on the chopping board and allowed to be slaughtered by the other party. With the range of the opponent's artillery, they didn't even have a chance to fight to the death. This battle was so cowardly. Perhaps the patrol team shouldn't have come forward at all!

Adamel raised his telescope and looked at the other side's warship. They had already begun to turn. The next round of artillery will soon arrive. He dared not hesitate anymore and ordered in a deep voice: "Order the patrol to break through at full speed and rush out."

"Sir..." The adjutant hesitated for a while, but did not say anything. The fleet broke through and their warships had no chance to survive.

"Go." Adamel said softly: "Our ship is cut off and attracts the opponent's firepower. Otherwise, they will find it difficult to break through. Let them notify the fleet that the Qing people declare war on Portugal."

"Yes, sir." The adjutant quickly turned around and sent the order.

Adamel raised his telescope and observed the other party's fleet carefully. Seeing that the other party was not injured, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although the short rounds of artillery fired and extremely fierce, his fleet had no record at all. He was simply bluffing, but just to give himself courage.

Thinking about it, if he can get a 10% hit at a distance of 1,000 yards, he has to thank God. In addition to the eighteen-pound heavy artillery, other artillery will not cause much damage even if hit the opponent's warship. The opponent obviously understands this and gives priority to attacking the lowest-level heavy artillery, which makes the heavy artillery unable to effectively fight back.

The adjutant soon jogged over again and said anxiously: "Sir, our eight battleships and two fourth-class ships were severely damaged. The other six cruise ships all had water in the bottom cabin of varying degrees and broke through..."

Adamel nodded. The Qing fleet was really dark. This was a chance to not inform them. Should I fight to the death or surrender? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. What kind of fight to the death? It's just someone else's target, and now he doesn't even have the chance to fight back.

After pondering slightly, he sighed and said, "This battle cannot be fought again. You cannot let these children be buried in the sea in vain. You order each ship to close the gun door, raise the white flag, and surrender!"

In Europe, whether it is the navy or the army, surrendering is not a shame. Knowing that the battle will be the destruction of the entire army, anyone will choose to surrender voluntarily. This is not shameful, but glorious! And after surrender, they will generally receive courtesy from the other party, because all prisoners can be redeemed with ransom.

After hearing this order, the adjutant not only did not resist, but instead turned around and sent the order easily...

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