In the following time, Yang Feng went all out to build his warship.

After all, this is the order of the day.

No matter what he wanted to do next, the first thing was to have transportation, and at this time he was on a small island that was more than five hundred miles away from even the nearest large piece of land, and if he wanted to go to a more prosperous real city, the nearest one would have to be nearly a thousand miles away, and the vast sea blocked all his ideals, so he had to build a ship first.

Well, we'll have to dig a dock first.

In short, he personally led those naval officers and soldiers and civilian workers, first spent two months on the shore in a suitable place for soil, artificially dug a rectangular pool 50 meters long and 10 meters wide, and even asked Xiao Qian to pass a diesel engine pump to pump the stagnant water, and after completion, he began to build his first warship in it. As for the drawings, Xiao Qian is responsible for solving them, including the kerosene mixed boiler inside, in fact, it can also be used to fill firewood, horizontal steam engines, gearboxes and propellers, these are all Xiao Qian is responsible for the drawings Yang Feng is responsible for manufacturing, to be precise, he uses his soul energy to directly hand at the steel, at this time he is a three-D printer, and it is the most high-end. And those naval officers and men were responsible for dismantling the merchant ship that was sitting on the wharf, although the latter was sitting and sinking, but in fact it sank less than two meters, and it was not at sea at the wharf, and they were responsible for dismantling the board of this thing and installing it on the steel skeleton made by Yang Feng, and later it was not enough to even use their fishing boats and the spare timber for the fishing boats, because the wood was not enough, and some unnecessary internal parts were temporarily empty.

In short, after another four months, Yang Feng's battleship was finally completed.

Then dig up the dock.

This still has to be done by Yang Feng himself, and even has to dig underwater, fortunately, with an all-round talent like him, everything is not a problem, and then the influx of sea water held up the battleship, relying on the sail connected by the canvas passed by Xiao Qian, driving this nearly fifty meters long, displacement of nearly 1,000 tons of giant ship, with the full tide slowly sailed into the sea and docked at the dock that had just been built.

Then refueling began.

Of course it's not coal, and there is no coal here, and he is not ready to let Xiaoqian go out and risk collecting coal for him.

In fact, all the materials during this time were stored in a warehouse in Thailand, and Xiao Qian had been exposed in the Philippines last time, after all, he always threw things weirdly, and it was impossible for this kind of thing not to spread, and then the CIA, who was digging three feet into the ground to find him, was immediately recruited, fortunately Xiao Qian slipped away quickly and was not closely watched, so he simply prepared a warehouse in advance of the daily needs of materials such as steel, grain, diesel, cloth, etc., Xiao Qian only needed to hide in this warehouse.

But he can't even stock up on coal!

In this way, we have to use firewood.

Fortunately, it was still possible to pour diesel fuel, anyway, to burn the steam, and after tossing for two whole days, with the whistle sounding in cheers, the propeller of the battleship finally slowly turned.

By this time it was the middle of April 1836.

"God Emperor, Dutch battleship!"

On the battleship Weiyuan of the Daming Navy's High Seas Fleet, which was on trial, the captain Zeng Tao reported to the God Emperor at the bow of the ship with a nervous face.

The latter has already proclaimed himself Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

It's not self-appointed, he said that Zhu Yuanzhang gave him a throne in the sky.

Lao Zhu is also an immortal in the sky, and now the old Zhu family has no heir, and even if there is, he will lose his inheritance qualification because he succumbed to the Tartars, so this Ming Emperor Yang Feng is duty-bound.

Behind them, two huge chimneys were billowing black smoke, looking like the Kuznetsov, and in the boiler room below deck, oil-stained sailors were filling the furnace with diesel blackened firewood, and the steam from the blazing furnace drove a horizontal steam engine with a maximum of fifteen hundred horsepower, which drove a brass propeller to rotate at high speed, making the battleship nearly ten knots.

"Just in time!"

Yang Feng, who was wearing a scarlet cloak and a red military uniform, said with a sneer.

This is not the first time the Dutch have come.

They came once two months ago, because Yang Feng's destruction of the corpse was not completed, so they knew the reason for the disappearance of the merchant ship, but it was only a small frigate, with more than 100 sailors on board, and they couldn't do anything about it, so they left a few cruel words and left, but now it is the real fleet.

Soon two battleships with double guns and four armed merchant ships appeared in their field of vision.

The sailors panicked.

"Calm down, pull our cannons out!"

Yang Feng said like Barbossa holding a monkey in his arms.

Zeng Tao immediately lifted a rainproof tarpaulin in front of him, revealing the steel monster inside, which was also the only gun on this so-called battleship, and then led the sailors to quickly complete the gunpowder loading, and then he picked up a heavy cone-tipped cylindrical cannonball and carefully stuffed it into the muzzle......

Uh, it's rifled too.

Considering the thin physique of this small ship, Yang Feng did not directly put on the 110-pound Armstrong gun, but reduced the weight of the shell to 32 catties, or 42 pounds, the reason why it was installed in the bow of the ship instead of the gun deck reserved on the lower deck was because the planks of Yang Feng's battleship were too thin, let alone forty-two pounds, even the fire of the twenty-four-pound guns was not something that the original merchant ship's planks could bear, and in the end he could only use steel plates in the bow to make a special gun emplacement for this giant cannon, after all, he didn't want to crack the planks with a single shot.

"The first ship is two miles away, aim at the point!"

Yang Feng said with great interest as he looked at the Dutch fleet in the distance.

Zeng Tao lay on the tail of this giant cannon and aimed motionlessly, in fact, this cannon has not been used once, because there is no crane is not enough to lift this steel monster to the ship, so Yang Feng directly made it on the gun position, the only captain who has learned to aim with Yang Feng a few times is sweating in a cold sweat on his head, sweating in his hand, trembling, turning a small wheel, the muzzle is slowly pressed down, and a fourth-class battleship is cutting horizontally in front of the muzzle, but the latter did not fire.

1,200 meters.

The regular distance of naval warfare in this era is only two or three hundred meters, and the distance of 1,200 meters is completely nonsense to shoot with smoothbore guns on the undulating sea.

"Don't fire yet!"

Yang Feng hugged the monkey and urged him.

Zeng Tao gritted his teeth, suddenly waved his hand and jumped to the side, the same nervous gunner next to him immediately pulled the gun rope, the muzzle of this giant cannon suddenly erupted flames, accompanied by a loud sound that shook the sea, the cannon body fiercely rear, an unlucky sailor was knocked down at once because of the wrong position to stand, although he was only lightly wiped by the gun carriage, but he also fell down with a scream, holding one leg and wailing there, but no one cared about him, everyone including Yang Feng was staring at the enemy ship.

On that enemy ship, Van Mork, the captain of the Dutch East India Fleet's Dreadnought 4th class battleship and the commander of this task force, was also staring at the Weiyuan.

He knew that the pirates on the island were building their own ships.

And also the construction of a steamship, according to the officials who returned from here last time, there is an Eastern sorcerer here, who leads the people of the island to claim to be the descendants of the Ming Dynasty of China, he calls himself the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and is ready to build warships here to counterattack the Tatars to regain their empire. Of course, this kind of thing can be seen as a joke, pirates have everything strange these years, the vast majority of the Chinese in Southeast Asia fled when the Tatars destroyed the Ming Dynasty, regardless of the Malay Peninsula with the Malays mixed with the horses, the Chinese in the Saigon area of Annam, and the port state that was officially annexed by Annam not long ago, its source is all the massacre of the Tatars in the north, and it is not uncommon for a pirate to daydream about it, many of these pirates are the descendants of Zheng Chenggong's subordinates.

For example, the dragon sister-in-law and her Red Flag Gang who were rampant in the South China Sea before.

In other words, the woman is still in Guangdong to retire.

Although she accepted the Tatars' recruitment, it did not mean that her subordinates were recruited, and many pirates in the South China Sea over the years were still from their line, and this kind of thing was not worth sending a fleet over, but it was surprising that they could build their own steamships, so the governor of Batavia ordered this task force to be sent.

Van Mock didn't expect them to actually build it and dare to face him.

"What a miracle!"

He looked at the flickering fire in the distance, and the smoke that spread out, and he didn't know whether to say with emotion or disdain.

"Brigadier General, do you want to fight back?"

The first mate beside him asked.

"Order all ships to fire in a salvo, and since they dare to fire first, let them see what a real battleship is!"

Van Mock said haughtily.

The first mate immediately turned around, and almost at the same time there was a strange whistling, and the deck under his feet suddenly spewed out countless fragments, like a shotgun all over the first mate's body, accompanied by his screams, a black shadow grazed his legs and flew upward, hitting a mast behind him accurately, and the mast that was more than one person thick was like a bite of sugar cane that instantly had a shocking gap, and the cannonball that was bounced off again finally fell to the sea, stirring up a small column of water.

Van Mork looked dumbfoundedly at the shocking gap in the mast.

A gust of wind blew.

The mast shook strangely, and suddenly a nightmarish sound made him and all the sailors tremble subconsciously, but the mast stood stubbornly.

"Drop the sails!"

Van Mork let out a scream of horror.

With his cry, the mast suddenly fell to starboard.

There was chaos on the deck.

"Uh, you're in luck!"

Yang Feng on the Weiyuan was also stunned, and he patted Zeng Tao on the shoulder and said sincerely.

Zeng Tao and the sailors who were in a petrified state suddenly let out a crazy cheer, and then rushed to the cannon to reload as quickly as possible, and soon the second shell was loaded, Zeng Tao inserted the aiming ruler into the tail of the gun, and the gunner next to him installed the pulling torch and began to prepare for the second fire.

"Keep the speed, keep the distance, we have to fly the kites of the Dutch, and the ones who grow up on the blood of the enemy are the real soldiers."

Yang Feng shouted behind him.