The raging waves swept up the corpses, and a few ups and downs made everything disappear without a trace, leaving only the Calais, whose cannonballs had broken off its canopy and broken oars, were abandoned in the sea and drifted away.

Attracted by the smell of blood, sharks swam around the fleet, and the blood and hundreds of corpses that could not be dispersed for a long time were enough to feed them.

Lamb's sailors watched in horror at the Ming soldiers in chain mail or heart guard vests, most of them with small braids, more or less scarred on their bodies, and their expressions were probably tired, some of them had their weapons back on their waists, while others still held their short weapons such as axes and guillotines in their hands, and returned to the ship with heads that had not belonged to them half an hour earlier.

Not far away, the huge crane winged sails of the scarred Jiazi ship slowly covered it like a haze blocking the sun.

The artillery battle in front ended earlier than the broadside battle, the two Karrick galleons were not equipped with many guns, and the performance of the wrought iron Franc was weaker than that of General Zhenshuo, but it was not possible to end the battle so quickly, and the real advantage of the Jiazi ship was that it had hundreds of well-trained Beiyang flag troops and twenty-four trained sailor officers from Nanyang.

The enemy didn't look weak, and it was supposed to be a tough battle.

Yuan Zizhang, the general of the Lu Division, was very dissatisfied with the battle process when he led the naval division into the battle for the first time.

During the battle, for unknown reasons, the enemy ship on the right flank exploded on the port waterline without being shelled by the Ming army, and Yuan Zizhang, who was concentrating on dealing with the enemy ship on the left flank, came to his senses, and the ship fled without firing a shot.

The other Carrick sailing ship showed extraordinary tenacity, and was powerless under the successive shelling of one large, two small and three Ming ships, and suffered eight rounds of bombardment of more than 300 cannons, and when the enemy standing could not be seen on the deck, Yuan Zizhang did not dare to give the order to board the ship, so he had to watch the ship sink little by little, and finally only the lookout on the mast was left to shake on the sea.

It's like a big fish full of unwillingness.

Until the Jiazi ship returned with two shark ships, Yuan Zizhang still didn't understand what happened when the enemy ship blew itself up without being beaten, according to his understanding of the shape of the Spanish warship, the position next to the waterline is usually a powder magazine, but it is very safe, very, very safe.

The hull of the Spanish Galen ship was generally two feet thick, and it was difficult to penetrate it directly even if it was directly bombarded by a capital warship with eighteen pounds of heavy guns on the lower deck of the Rokka.

What's more, the hull of the ship was at a distance from the powder magazine, which also had wooden walls about a foot thick. Taking 10,000 steps back, even if the Ming army was equipped with the most lethal 36-pound heavy artillery, it was so lucky that it broke the hull and broke the wooden wall and bombarded the powder magazine, it might not be able to ignite.

The Ordnance Bureau in Nanyang Weigang once conducted a special experiment, holding a two-pound cannon to bombard a powder keg, sometimes it could be blown up, sometimes it couldn't.

Before Yuan Zizhang graduated from the lecture hall, the officials of the Nanyang Guard Ordnance Bureau were still analyzing the probability and cause of the gunpowder ignited by the shell hitting the powder keg.

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

Li Dan was even more depressed, his ship listened to the endless cheers of the flag army all the way back, and from time to time put the little wooden man under the mast to worship, there were all kinds of sacrifices on the sacrificial table, like the cannonball of General Zhenshuo, the gunpowder cartridge made of bamboo made in the second year of Wanli, and the sailor axe made by Beiyang, and naturally the most straightforward silver and copper coins were indispensable.

But he couldn't get the sailors to remove such obscenity, after all...... The banner soldiers worship his father.

It is said that at the beginning of the war, there was an artilleryman who was about to fight for the first time who was a little nervous, and put the statue of the Dragon and Tiger Daojun that he carried with him next to the porthole, and just after two bows, he heard the enemy ship explode with a roar.

The hundred households who had been trained by the Shiqishi overseers of the Qingliang Bureau during the rotation in Changsheng County also casually made up a chapter back paragraph of "Puerto Rico is rampant, and the true monarch of the Caribbean Sea is sacred", saying that it was to be written into his "Heavenly Army's Eastern Tour", and this chapter should be sent back to the Zhenjun Temple in Changsheng County after the shore to be posted, so as to feast on the believers and repay the kindness of the true monarch.

What can Li Dan say? He can vouch for the fortunes of France, and his father-in-law is definitely an atheist.

None of them believe in God at all!

As a result, a bunch of soldiers of the new Dragon and Tiger True Monarch were brought out, and it was really a hell.

"Captain, they told you to come aboard, saying that their general wanted to see you."

After the battle, Lamb had been staring at the ships of fortune that had a very different shape from Europe, and when the ships returned to the sea, they had been staring at the ships of various European countries at sea, including the ships of the Ottoman Empire, in fact, the Calais ships piloted by French pirates were universal ships in the east and west of the Mediterranean.

When the Holy Alliance and the Ottomans fought the Battle of Lepanto five years ago, the Ottomans were all galleys.

But he had never seen a country where the ships of warships could be so far apart in shape.

He wondered if his hometown could have such a ship, a merchant ship that would not sink even if it was hit violently and was halfway into the body of the Calais; If his hometown could have such a ship, he would be able to sink two Karrick ships at a very fast speed.

Perhaps the calamity brought by Philip would not have befallen his homeland, and perhaps the Netherlands would not have become a homeless man who would have to drift on the sea forever.

Hearing the call of the ship's crew, Lamb, who came back to his senses, rowed the paddle boat with apprehension, and climbed the Jiazi ship on the rope ladder.

The deck was crowded with people, and the Korean sailors of the White Mountain Battalion were carrying cargo, Fran cannons, weapons and armor, and food buckets from all directions in a dozen small oared boats to the big ship, not only the trophies, but also everything that could be recovered from the wrecked ship.

Everywhere was full of words that he didn't understand, these people obviously had three completely different temperaments, those shaved Ming warriors were very heroic in their speech and movements, and they were the main force of the jumping gang in the water war; There were also well-dressed but soft-spoken sailors with bowed eyebrows, sailors from two small warships.

He was guided by a different set of dresses, generally dressed in well-made cuirasses carved with intricate beast patterns using techniques that Lamb could not discern, and their demeanor was not as swaggering as the usual nobles, but everyone on board would make way for them.

As they walked through the crowd, the voices around them were deliberately muffled, and even Lamb, an 'outsider', could easily tell who was the owner of the ships.

Stepping over the dark-coloured deck of a special paint, around the tall masts with huge winches underneath, past the steely and heavy cannons, and the crane-winged sails casting great shadows, on the stern of the great warship, Lamb saw the back of a man dressed in white with long black hair draped over his shoulders behind the crimson railing.

Lamb instinctively tugged at his hand when he saw the white long-sleeved robe and trousers, and he couldn't figure out a single question about the shirt that was supposed to be white and now yellowish-gray with a few canvas patches.

There was no wrinkle in that dress from top to bottom, and the shiny fabric looked like milk, why would anyone wear such a texture to the boat? Any kind of accident can ruin such a precious garment.

When he looked at the hand raised by the figure, the man's right hand was holding a red robe of the same texture, but it looked more noble because of the many inscrutable patterns on it.

Lamb knew that it was silk of excellent workmanship, and that he could have worn clothes of such fabric, at least one for important occasions, but because of His Highness the Great King, when he had finally saved up enough money to buy silk clothes, Mexico could no longer make silk.

Now only His Majesty Philip could wear such clothes, and Lamb could only look at it.

He wanted to see more, but when he looked down the lines, he saw only a blazing fire, the back of which let go, the garment not falling to the deck, and then a brazier, the flames of which soon consumed the robe.

In the smell of burnt feathers, Lamb saw the figure turn his head, he had a young man's face, wrinkled his nose in disgust as if he had done nothing, looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, raised his hand and asked, "Who are you, and where are you from?" ”