The surging waves rolled up the body, and a few ups and downs made everything disappear without a trace. Only the Calais ship, which was smashed by shells and broke its oars, was discarded in the sea and gradually floated away.

The sharks attracted by the smell of blood swam around the fleet, and the blood that could not be dispersed for a long time and hundreds of corpses were enough to make them have a full meal.

Lamb's sailors were staring at the Ming army in fear, wearing chain mail or carpel vests. Most of them had small braids, with more or less scars on their bodies, and their expressions were probably tired. Some of them had their weapons back to their waists, while others still held short axes and guillotines and other portable weapons in their hands, and they carried their heads that were not yet theirs before.

Not far away, the huge crane-wing sail of the scarred Jiazi ship was slowly covering it like a haze that blocked the sun.

The artillery battle ahead ended earlier than the platoon battle. The two Carrick sailboats were not equipped with many artillery pieces, and the performance of the wrought iron Franc was also weaker than that of General Zhenshuo, but the battle would not have ended so quickly. The real advantage of the Jiazi ship was that it had hundreds of well-trained Beiyang Banner Army and twenty-four naval officers from Nanyang who had been trained.

The enemy does not look weak, it should have been a fierce battle.

General Yuan Zizhang of the Lu Division was very dissatisfied with the battle process of leading the navy to participate in the battle for the first time.

For some reason during the battle, the enemy ship on the right wing exploded without being bombarded by Ming army. Yuan Zizhang, who was concentrating on dealing with the enemy ship on the left wing, came back to his senses, and the ship fled without launching a gun.

Another Carrick sailboat showed extraordinary tenacity. Under the successive artillery of one, two, three Ming army ships, there was no power to fight back. It was hit by eight rounds of bombardment and more than 300 cannons. When the enemy standing on the deck was not seen, Yuan Zizhang did not dare to order to board the ship, so he had to watch the ship sink little by little, and in the end, only the lookout on the mast was left shaking on the sea.

Like a big fish float full of unwillingness.

Until the Jiazi ship returned with two shark ships, Yuan Zizhang still didn't understand what it was like to explode the enemy ship without being beaten. According to his understanding of the shape of Spanish warships, there was usually a gunpowder depot next to the waterline, but that was very safe, very safe.

The hull of the Spanish Garen ship is generally two feet thick. Even if it is a main warship like the lower deck of the Six Croats, which is loaded with 18 kilograms of artillery, is directly bombarded, it is difficult to penetrate directly.

What's more, the hull is far from the gunpowder depot, and the gunpowder depot has a wooden wall about one foot thick. Taking a step back ten thousand steps, even if the Ming army equipped the 36-pound heavy artillery with the largest damage, they were so lucky that they broke the hull and broke the wooden wall. When they hit the gunpowder depot, they might not be able to ignite.

The Military Weapons Bureau at Nanyang Vatic Port once experimented specifically, and bombarded the powder barrel with a two-pound cannon, sometimes it could be bombed, and sometimes it could not.

Before Yuan Zizhang graduated from the martial arts lecture hall, officials from the Nanyang Guards' Weapons Bureau were also analyzing the chances and reasons for shells hitting gunpowder barrels and igniting gunpowder.

What's more, they didn't fire at that ship at all.

Li Dan was even more depressed. His ship returned to the voyage and listened to the endless cheers of the flag army. From time to time, he put the little wooden men under the mast to worship. There were various sacrifices on the table, such as the artillery shells of General Zhenshuo, the second year of Wanli, the second year of Wanli, and the most straightforward silver and copper coins were indispensable.

But he couldn't let the sailors remove such lewd sacrifices, after all... the flag soldiers worshiped his father.

It is said that when the war started, an artillery soldier who was about to fight was a little nervous. He placed the statue of the Dragon and Tiger Daojun he carried with him next to the porthole. After praying twice, he heard the enemy ship rumbling and self-destruction.

During the resignation of Changsheng County, hundreds of households who had been trained by Shiqishi, the governor of Qingliang Bureau, and casually compiled a joke about the chapter "Puerto Rico's Fate and Yi is rampant, and the True Lord of the Caribbean appears" saying that it was to be written into his "Sky Army Eastern Tour". In addition, this chapter of the book must be sent to the post station and sent back to the Zhenjun Temple of Changsheng County to enjoy the believers and repay the True Lord's kindness for his protection.

What could Li Dan say? He could guarantee France's national destiny, and his adoptive father was definitely an atheist.

No one of them believed in God at all!

As a result, I brought out a bunch of soldiers from the new Dragon and Tiger True Lord, and I really saw the ghost.

"Captain, they asked you to get on the boat, saying that their general wants to see you."

After the battle, Lamb kept staring at the Fu Ship with different shapes in Europe. After the Kazi ship returned, he stared at the Kazi ship for a long time. He had seen ships from various European countries on the sea, including Ottoman ships. In fact, the Calais ship driven by French pirates was a general ship of the east and west Mediterranean.

The Holy Alliance and the Ottomans fought against the Lebanto five years ago, all of which were sailing warships.

But he had never seen any country's warships that were so far apart in shape.

He was thinking that if his hometown could have such a ship, even if he suffered a violent impact and was plunged into half of his body by the Calais ship; if his hometown could have such a warship, he could have sunk two warships that could have sunk and fled at an extremely fast speed.

Perhaps the disaster brought by Philip would not come to his hometown, and perhaps the Netherlands would not become a person without a hometown, and would have to drift on the sea without support.

Hearing the call of the crew of the ship, Lamb, who came to his senses, rowed the small oars he had put down with a nervous mood, and climbed up the Jiazi ship on the rope ladder.

The deck was crowded with people, and the North Korean sailors of Baishan Camp were transporting cargo, Fran machine cannons, weapons and armor, and food buckets from all directions, not only trophy, but also all the items that could be recovered from the crashed ship.

There were words that he could not understand everywhere, and these people obviously had three completely different temperaments. The shaved Ming samurai spoke heroically, and were the main forces of the jumping gang in the water battle; there were also sailors who were dressed in particular but spoke softly but were gentle and delighted. They were sailors from two small warships.

The person who guided him was another dress, generally wearing well-made breastplate, which was carved with complex beast patterns using technical means that Lamb could not tell. His expression was not as arrogant as the common nobles, but everyone on the ship would make way for them.

When they walked past the crowd, the sounds around them were deliberately lowered, and even Lamb, a ‘outsider’, could easily tell who was the owner of these ships.

Stepping through the dark deck with special paint, bypassing the tall masts of huge winchs below, passing through the heavy cannons with steel luster, the crane wing sail cast huge shadows, and on the stern of the huge warship, Lamb saw a back with long black hair scattered on his shoulders behind the red railings.

After seeing the white long-sleeved short robe and trousers, Lamb instinctively pulled his hands and pulled his shirt full of wrinkles that should have been white, now yellow-gray, and with several canvas patches. He couldn't figure out a problem.

The clothes were not wrinkled from top to bottom, and the shiny fabric looked the same as milk. Why would anyone wear clothes of such texture on board? Any accident would ruin such expensive clothes.

When he looked along the hand that was carrying the raised back, the man held a red robe of the same texture in his right hand, but it looked even more expensive because there were many incomprehensible patterns on it.

Lamb knew it was silk that was excellently made. He could have worn clothes of such fabrics, at least he could wear them on important occasions, but because of the great King His Highness, when he finally saved enough money to buy silk clothes, Mexico could no longer make silk.

Now only His Majesty Philip can wear such clothes, Lamb can only see.

He wanted to look more, but when he looked down the lines, he only saw the fire ignited by the raging bear. The back felt let go, and the clothes did not fall on the deck. Then it was a brazier, and the flames ignited the robe quickly swallowed.

In the smell of the scorched feathers, Lamb saw the figure turning his head. He had a face belonging to a young man. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as if he had done nothing. He looked over with a scrutiny gaze, raised his hand and pointed at himself and asked, "Who are you, where are you from?"
Chapter completed!