If there is a sailing competition, at this time Zheng Jing's three big boats will definitely win the first place, in the sound of the rushing water, the lower rowers are fighting until vomiting blood and rocking the oar, the sea is cut by the sharp bottom of the boat except for three deep white scars, three hours of sea route, stunned by these three boats two hours to run.

Before, looking at the scattered and messy Zheng army camp was upset, at this time it had completely turned into hatred, in the dense sea fog, there was not even a ship that came out to cruise, full of anger, Chen Yonghua suddenly grabbed the gunner of the Hongyi cannon on the bow of the ship, and pointed at the Zheng army fleet moored in the harbor and shouted in annoyance.

"Fire, shoot!"

"Military ......, military ......, military division, that, it's our ship!"

The gunner's tongue was a little knotted, but Chen Shusheng's answer was more direct, and the knife was on his neck with a bang. In the end, his life mattered, and he didn't care about whether he was his own person or not, and aimed at a place where there was almost no boat, and the gunner, under the pressure of his knife, stuck the fire rope behind the butt of the gun.

Bang~

Luckily, a cannonball did not disappear on any capital ship, but was cut into a longship in Southeast Asia, and the wooden boat of the primitive aborigines simply snapped into two pieces in the loud explosion, and the indigenous black people watching the boat jumped off the boat crying and shouting for their mothers.

This cannon was like a firecracker thrown in a rat hole, and the sailors of Zheng Jun, who were sleeping in the harbor, ran out one after another like ants on a hot pot, shouting and climbing to their own boats, swimming, and there were bright torches everywhere, illuminating Iki Port as bright as day, and the huge fleet suddenly came to life.

Even Zheng Zhilong threw away the precious purple pearl grapes at hand and hurriedly got on the boat in a big hat.

The chaos lasted for seventeen or eighteen minutes, and Chen Yonghua's boat was brought to the Zheng family's treasure ship, looking at his scholarly face, Zheng Zhilong laughed a little angrily, and shouted angrily.

"Strategist, what are you doing in the middle of the night? The princes of the Beacon Opera that you often say! ”

It would be nice if there was the leisure of the princes of the beacon fire! With a face as white as paper, Chen Yonghua, who was running a little out of breath, shouted with a hard breath.

"Dragon, ...... quickly, get ready to fight! Mao ......, Mao Jue'er, I'm going to kill you!"

Before Chen Yonghua's words fell, the Zheng Jun pirates, who were standing on the mast bird's nest and watching, suddenly became noisy, pointing to the sky and shouting.

The dense light came from the sea in the northeast, flying up and down, and the scenery was like fireflies.

It's all boat lights!

Standing on the foredeck of the Black Pearl, holding a sword and a shield, behind the extraordinary statue of Mazu, the god of the sea, stepping on a powder keg and holding his arms, the big gun behind him was blown by the sea breeze, staring ahead, like those swaying ship lights, Mao Jue's pupils were also full of blazing murder.

It's really the wisdom of the ancestors, when Duke Wen of Jin defeated the retreat of the Chu State, he was brought into full play by Mao Jue, and this Zheng Jun is really lazy. The brass small cannon barrel telescope looked at the opposite side, even if Chen Yonghua bought Zheng Jun more than half an hour to prepare, it was still Zheng Jun who was in a mess, looking at those warships of different sizes, Adriana's little face was full of disdain. Putting down the binoculars, she hugged her small fist and bowed heavily to Mao Jue.

It's really the right time, place and people, bending down slightly to return the salute to Adriana, Mao Jue immediately shook the big flag in his arms, and behind him, there were more than thirty strong men with their chests exposed and the muscles of their arms screamed and beat the whaleskin drum of more than one meter.

Knock ~ Knock Knock ~

The dull drum sound spread far away in this dark night, the flag was not obvious at night, the drum became a sign of commanding the battle, the battleship that received the order also beat the war drum, and under the roar of the huge water, a layer of warships was stripped from the sailing fleet, pulling out a huge cross-sectional battle array, and rushing to Iki Port with a fierce momentum.

Seeing that the second-class Dongjiang battleship took the lead, and the dense ships behind were probably no less than hundreds, arranged in three or four rows, overwhelmingly trying to surround themselves in the center, and the Zheng army fleet in the chaos also sounded the loud horn horn, from the cracks of those tangled big boats, the long and narrow boats, the fast two-wheeled boats, and the Cangshan boats that rowed like centipedes, although there were no main gunboats, but there were no less than three or four hundred, just like a swarm of bees in the sky.

Although lazy, but after all, rampant in the South China Sea for many years, the foundation is still there, and also deliberately guard against the Dongjiang River, when the battle of Liuluo Bay, Zheng Zhilong relied on the tactics of this fire ship wolf pack, in one fell swoop, defeated the Dutch fleet with strong ships and guns, and achieved the status of the hegemon of the South China Sea.

After a long time in water warfare, looking at those high warships that are getting closer and closer to themselves, there are also dense Dongjiang troops standing on the deck! Instead of a trace of fear, those Zheng Jun pirates roared excitedly, holding up the weapons in their hands and waving them provocatively.

Sitting on the golden chair of the treasure ship, watching the two armies approaching little by little, Zheng Zhilong's face was full of calmness, and even a little smile, but holding a Western monocular, Chen Yonghua's face became more and more tense, and he kept talking about the distance.

"Six hundred meters! Four hundred meters! Three hundred meters! Why do these Dongjiang people still fire on the sideboard? ”

In his gaze full of suspicion, the last fifty meters also rushed to the end, the swarm of bees plunged into the wide Dongjiang array, the light and nimble warship slammed into the tall and heavy gunboat, one by one the hooks and locks were thrown on the side side, playing their best tactics, the Zheng pirates climbed onto the ship like straw apes on their backs.

The sound dragged on for a long time, and a pirate dragged a rope into the Dongjiang military column like in the movie, and the wielded pirate played with a knife to cut wheat and fell to a large area, but he rolled and fell to the ground, but he was full of consternation, picking up a severed head, but it was a scarecrow with a carrot nose and smirking at himself.

"It's all scarecrows?"

The sound of astonishment came one after another, this kung fu, a thick smoke had already burned up from the lower deck, and the fire began to spread, standing on the bow of the assault Cangshan ship nailed under the ship, Shi Daxuan, one of the eighteen Zhi fierce generals, shouted incredulously.

"Which turtle son burns so fast? Loosen the ditch and get out of the way!"

The pirates who jumped ship slipped down the hook lock one after another, and the hooks of the ship nailed to the wood were also untied, however, even if the Zheng family pirates worked hard with all their strength, their own hull was still silk and motionless when they came into close contact with the Dongjiang battleship, and the fire had spread, and the huge second-class battleship burned like a torch, and the Zheng family sailors under the scorching bottom were also sweating profusely, their eyes were red, and finally someone shouted in horror.

"These turtle grandsons! It's all nails under the boat!"

Not only Zheng Jun nailed the boat, Mao Jue also, near the waterline, they were all nailed out from the inside out, a few centimeters, with a large steel nail with a barb, this encountered, just like hooking Cang'er, without shedding a layer of hair, you can't break free.

Under the scorching heat, Zheng Jun's sails also began to burn, unable to hold back the fear, the pirates collapsed and jumped directly into the water, desperately fluttering, three into the Dongjiang army formation, thousands of Zheng Jun pirates struggled in the sea, even if it was a man who paddled all year round, the cold and biting sea water in the middle of the night quickly made their hands and feet numb.

But the disaster is not only these, Mao Jue is not only hanging under the bottom of the ship, but also the thigh-thick, sturdy ship chain, the pilot ships at both ends began to shrink to the center, and the gap between the Dongjiang battleships that were advancing side by side was getting smaller and smaller, and finally, a ship crashed together.

"Ahh

In the loud screams, whether it was the Zheng warship sticking to it, or the pirates sandwiched between the two ships, they were all smashed into minced meat in the panic shouts.

snatched a small boat, pumped his own soldiers and rowed back desperately, suddenly a blazing heat roasted the back of his head, turned around in horror, and Shi Daxuan, the commander of the vanguard fleet, couldn't help but spit out a word dryly.

"!"

With a bang, the head of the fire ship that was thrown over violently smashed the small sampan out like playing table tennis, and the two Shi Daxuan soldiers were nailed to it alive by the ship nails, and the punishment of cannon burning was nothing more than this, and the hair burned up first, and in the terrible roar, there were two more huge fireballs on the bow of the ship.

At the moment when the fireboat caught fire, Zheng's fleet had already turned backwards and fled from Iki Island one after another, but Zheng Zhilong's pirate fleet was too complicated and huge, and six Japanese boats on each side rowed double oars, and when the trawl net completely surrounded the port of Iki Island with more than 150 fireboats, there were more than 30 big green boats, and the big boats were encircled inside.

The sailors of Zheng Jun, who were on fire, jumped into the sea in despair, and the large and small Zheng Jun fleets that were trapped in the fire net shouted and cried, and the poignant voice was like hell coming to the world, which really responded to that sentence, playing with fire and self-immolation!

"The bastard surnamed Mao is so ruthless!"

I didn't have the heart to sit on the golden chair, turning in a circle with his hands behind his back, Zheng Zhilong roared angrily, carrying the binoculars, Chen Yonghua couldn't help shaking his head, so scheming! What a ruthless heart! No wonder Mao Jue wanted to attack at night, he gave up more than 30 Western gunboats, and then used 130 or 40 ships to fill the number, pretending to be the Dongjiang fleet, and deceived all of them in the night.

And with such a large number of ships, it is impossible for no one to control them, and the last time the Japanese captives of the Osaka Sanno Formation were locked under the cabin by Mao Jue as oarsmen, and when these fireships were destroyed, at least a thousand Japanese samurai from the Eastern Kingdom were burned alive along with them.

It's all about victory!

Chen Yonghua hadn't finished sighing, and suddenly there was a fierce shock on the treasure ship, and the water columns several meters high exploded beside him, and he turned the telescope to his side suddenly, and Chen Yonghua felt a chill in his back.

Then the lights on the side of the fireship went dark, and the main gunboats of the Dongjiang River had already crossed the Iki Strait with a long snake, almost parallel to themselves, dozens of red-clothed heavy guns per ship, and thousands of cannons poured out their fierce artillery fire.

In terms of firepower, Zheng Jun and Dongjiang are really not of the same grade, the range of the big green boat is more than 400 meters, the accurate range is only about 100 meters, and only the two Hongyi cannons in the bow and stern of the big boat can fight back, and the Zheng gunboats outside can be described as festering, and the eleven or twelve big boats were eaten by the cannon fire in an instant, and in a loud bang, a large fire boat ignited by a powder magazine was like a huge firework, blooming on the sea.

"You can't be beaten like this! Paste it on!"

The commander of the fleet on the east side, the eighteenth Zhi warrior Zheng Jing roared angrily, and the main force of the Zheng army, which had just escaped from the sea of fire, deflected the bow to the east again, but this time there was obviously no invasion of the fireship, and those Zheng army pirates were bold, looking at the gunpowder smoke on the side of the gun, and the cannon window sticking out of the black hole hole, some Zheng Jun's teeth began to tremble violently.

Absolutely called an unfair naval battle, under the roar of thousands of cannons, a thousand meters, the reflexive Zheng army paid a heavy price, on the way, the burning and sinking Fujian sea ships were piled up in twos and threes, but even if it was a close combat, the Dongjiang army of the newborn calf was still not timid, seeing a big boat coming straight to him, Mao Jue, who was standing at the bow of the boat, also pulled out the command knife with enthusiasm, and roared fiercely.

The captain's rudder was already flying, like two giant beasts, one large and one small, and the hull of the ship was close to the hull, and the two ships slammed together.

Under the roaring collision, the heavy cannons were thrown backwards violently, and after the fierce turbulence, the roar of the swarm rang out from both fleets, with a scimitar in one hand and a short fire gun in the other, the grinning Zheng Jun pirates roared and climbed the cable and flew up, and the Ping-Pong showed a rain of bullets, and the Dongjiang Army with bayonets also frantically rushed over. The collision of a bayonet with a scimitar! The classic battle between the British Royal Navy and pirates in the 18th century was shown in the seas of Northeast Asia in the 17th century.

The sea was completely chaotic, the fleets of the two sides were completely mixed together, one after another artillery fire, one ship after another collided with each other, and the flintlock pistols and short muskets on the deck were also constantly firing at each other, but in the chaotic roar, the Dongjiang River obviously had the upper hand.

The roaring cannon fire was like a muffled thunder, and a half-heavy shipwrecked cannon fired a storm-like shotgun close to the body, and the side of the next big ship was directly shattered, and it was smashed into a transparent hole, and the gunners and sailors inside were swept into the sea from the other side like garbage.

Squeak, click~

The keels of the support were broken, the deck could not bear the weight, and under the frightened shouts of the pirates, it collapsed with a bang, and the heavy first-class battleship turned its rudder again, and the Zheng army warship, which had been in a big mess, was thrown aside like garbage.

Wen Meng, who was in charge of commanding a regiment of his own soldiers, suddenly lit up, the frigate around him had almost been killed, and the largest treasure ship of the Zheng army was impressively visible.

The already hoarse voice sounded violently again, holding the saber high, and Wen Meng shouted excitedly.

"Kill it, let the surnamed Zheng know, who the fuck is the head of the sea dragon!"

With his roar, there were a few more holes, but the more murderous first-class battleship Storm Storm slammed into the side of Zheng Jiabao's ship with the angry water god Gonggong like a high-raised steel spear ramming horns, and the ancient beasts representing the two most powerful ancient beasts trembled fiercely together.

But just when Wen Meng was slamming onto the deck of the treasure ship, Zheng Zhilong had already climbed to the last few big boats of the fleet at this time.

Dozens of Fujian sea ships left the battlefield in a hurry and fled backwards......

(End of chapter)