"Ming's merchant ship, what is that?"

Approaching the endless sea, two Caravel ships with beige sails confronted each other more than 200 paces apart from the flying shark ship with painted blue hanging forest sails.

The Caravel boat lowered a small oared boat, and two sailors slowly rowed slowly with a junior officer and priest wearing a cuirass and a feathered hat, and asked loudly about the origin of the ship.

The huge size of the Flying Shark made them very cautious, and the officer looked up at the floating waves of the ship with a cautious gaze, and only then did he ask two sentences, which were stopped by the priest, and replied to Yang Ce, who was talking in Spanish on the ship, in Spanish mixed with Chinese: "The merchant ships of the Ming Empire, Mogadishu is under the protection of the King of Portugal, and any ship that wants to trade in the port must inspect the cargo here, are there any northern infidels on your ship?" ”

Yang Ce knew what he meant by pagans, and keenly distilled information from them that he didn't know, that the Ottoman Empire had most likely expanded into the Arabian Peninsula on the map, and that the nearest frontier might be only a few hundred miles away from Western Ayutthaya.

"We sailed west from the distant Ming Dynasty, and we were supposed to trade with Goa, but we encountered a torrential rain on the way and deviated from here, and did not sail further north, shouldn't we be in the port to inspect the goods?"

Yang Ce shouted loudly on the boat, condescendingly swept the uniforms of several people on the boat with his gaze, and whispered to Sun Liu beside him: "The priest is wearing armor under his robe, and there is a wooden barrel of gunpowder projectiles tied to the belt, but I don't see where his gun is; The officer wore chain mail under his breastplate, which was supposed to be the army, and no one wore it like that for sailors. ”

"The other two sailors are unarmoured and have serrated knives on their waists, and they are supposed to be pirates too."

When Yang Ce tilted his head to exchange information with Sun Liu, the priest on the small oars boat was also communicating with the officer in a whisper, and neither side could hear each other's words, but Yang Celi could see their expressions, and the officer obviously showed impatience, and then followed the priest and said loudly again: "Friends from far away in the Ming Kingdom, your ship is too big, and the proximity to the port makes us not feel at ease, how many weapons do you have?" How many fighters? ”

"Weapons, warriors? We are merchants issued by the imperial court to guide the ship, and the imperial court is not allowed to carry large weapons when going to sea, only some bows and arrows and firearms, which are enough for us to repel pirates, but we have many people, and it takes more than 40 people for such a large ship to make it move. ”

Yang Ce said to Sun Liu: "Don't be impatient, try to trick some of them out of the big ship, let them drown in the sea, this Taoist priest who pretends to be a ghost knows a lot, it is best to capture him." ”

Sun Liu had already prepared to kill, and the figure behind his head shuttled through the ship, informing many sailors of orders, and ordering more than twenty pirates with long and short guns to assemble at the front of the deck.

"You can see that you must be carrying a lot of cargo, don't worry, we will let you into the harbor after we check if there are any guns on your ship, don't try to escape, there are six cannons already aimed at you in the back."

Obviously, Yang Ce's words were unfounded, and the priest was going to have people board the ship to investigate, and the sailors on the small oars waved their flags, and the two Caravel boats leaned over to this side, trying to wrap the flying sharks in the middle, one after the other.

"I'm afraid they want to see if we have any artillery and then take the ship directly, it won't work to deceive people to leave the ship, let the sailors prepare for the artillery battle."

At this point, Yang Ce still didn't give up, and shouted to the boat with a little panic: "What are you going to do?" If you want to board the ship, I believe in the priests more, please get on the ship, don't bring too many soldiers......"

Before Yang Ce's words were finished, the small oarboat had already slowly rowed away into the distance, and Yang Ce was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped it on the side of the boat: "Why am I not trained to deceive people?" ”

The sailors on the Caravel ship, who had sailed to the bow of the Flying Shark more than a hundred paces, were preparing to hook the ropes, and the goal of the Portuguese could not be clearer, and they wanted to jump into the gang to grab the ship.

"Turn right, hoist the sails, and don't be outflanked by them!"

The Caravel ship at the stern of the ship was sailing a little slowly, and at this time it had not yet completely formed an outflanking, Yang Ce strode to the port side of the ship and after the five-pound Zhenshuo general cannon, he pushed away the gunner and ordered loudly: "All the cannons are ready to aim!" ”

If it was a normal navy, as the captain of the ship, he should stand at the bow of the ship at this time and give orders to the crew, but they were not, Yang Ce knew that the artillery shooters on his ship were not competent, not to mention that everyone listened to Sun Liu's words, so he immediately let Sun Liu command the battle, and he acted as the gunner, and only shouted to Sun Liu: "There are more than 40 sailors on each enemy ship, and if you don't kill or wound more than half of them, you can't take the ship!" ”

As he spoke, he still looked at the little oarboat that flanked and gradually fled the battlefield, if the battle was smooth enough, he could catch the priest on board before the oarboat escaped to the big Clark ship, in this sea, the Portuguese knew all the information better than him, this person was very useful to Lin Feng.

The front and rear Western-style soft sails quickly opened, and the heavy and huge hard crane winged sails slowly rose in the winch under the mast pushed by several pirates, and the speed of the lift was very slow, and the movement of the flying shark alarmed the outflanking Portuguese ships in front of the front and rear, and the Caravel ship in front of the left side of the bow took the lead in firing at the flying shark, starting the battle.

The distance was only a hundred paces, and the artillery was so accurate that as soon as one saw the smoke rising from the side of the Portuguese ship, three shells came down with a scream, one hitting the bow head-on, and the other making a splash on the sea, but the caliber was not large and did not penetrate the ship's board.

The other one just hit the porthole of the relatively weak port forward gun position, penetrated the wooden board and smashed the head of the Erjin Zhenshuo General Cannon, and the cannonball that bounced off with the sound of gold and stone broke the arm of the gunner next to him and then smashed the head of the gunner behind the ship's side, and the gun hit by the iron cannonball also retreated half a step back, and the tail of the gun went straight to the chest of the gunner who was about to aim behind it, and Yang Ce screamed only to see the shirtless gunner's chest dented.

Even the best military doctors can't save it.

Immediately after, the enemy ship raised another cloud of musket smoke, and a row of lead hit the outside of the ship's side with a few flutters, this distance was difficult for the musket to hit, and the first salvo of a dozen muskets from the enemy ship failed to cause any casualties to the flying sharks.

"The starboard side is hidden, and the port side is open to the blast window!"

As soon as Yang Ce finished speaking, another enemy ship on the right side of the stern also opened fire on them, but this time the Portuguese were unlucky, a small Franc machine and two bronze small-caliber cannons were bombarded on the solid plank, and their guns could not penetrate the thick plank of the flying shark at one time.

With the opening of the porthole, the crane wing sails slowly rising on the three masts were finally close to full, the speed of the ship was raised, and the two pirate Franco gunners on the port side could not wait to bombard the enemy ship, and the two-pound guns on this side had been scrapped due to the death of the gunners, leaving only the five-pound Zhenshuo general cannon in Yang Ce's hand.

He slowly adjusted the angle of the artillery, aiming at the bow of the enemy ship standing and giving orders, the hull and artillery rose and fell with the waves, Yang Ce gritted his teeth slightly.

Rumble!

General Zhenshuo's cannon let out a belated roar.