If there was a sailing competition, the three big boats under Zheng Jing would definitely win the lead. With the sound of water, the lower-level oarsmen were roaming the oars with blood. The sea was cut by the sharp bottom of the boat, except for three deep white scars. The three hours of sea route were finally arrived by these three boats in two hours.

Before, if he was upset when he looked at the scattered and messy Zheng Army camp, he had completely turned into hatred. In the thick sea fog, there was not even a ship to cruise. He was full of anger. Chen Yonghua suddenly grabbed the gunner of the red artillery cannon on the bow of the ship and pointed to the Zheng army fleet that was parked in the port in anger.

"Fire the fire, shoot!"

"Military..., military..., military advisor, that's our ship!"

The gunner's tongue was a little knotted, but Chen Shusheng's answer was even more direct, and he put the knife on his neck with a bang. After all, it was a matter of life. He didn't care whether his own people were not his own. He aimed at a place where there was almost no ship. The gunner was forced by the knife and inserted the fuse behind the cannon's butt.

Boom~

I was very lucky. The shell was not lost on the main battleship, but was cut on a long ship in Southeast Asia. With the huge explosion, the primitive indigenous wooden ship simply broke into two pieces. The indigenous black people who watched the ship jumped off the ship crying and shouting for their parents.

This gun was like a firecracker thrown in a mouse cave. Zheng Jun sailors sleeping in the port ran out like ants on a hot pan, shouting and climbing towards their ships and swimming. There were bright torches everywhere, illuminating Iki Port as bright as daylight, and the huge fleet suddenly came alive.

Even Zheng Zhilong threw away the precious purple pearl grapes at hand and hurried onto the boat with a cloak.

The chaos lasted for seventeen or eighteen minutes, and then Chen Yonghua's ship was taken to Zheng Jiabao's ship. Looking at his scholarly face, Zheng Zhilong smiled a little angry and shouted in anger.

"Military advisor, what are you doing in the middle of the night? The beacon plays the princes as you often say!"

It would be better if there was the leisure of the princes who had the beacon to play with the fire! His face was as white as paper, and he hurriedly bowed with fists. Chen Yonghua, who was a little angry, panted and shouted.

"Dragon head, hurry up..., get ready to fight! Mao..., Mao Jue, you are going to kill him!"

Before Chen Yonghua could finish his speech, the Zheng army pirates standing at the mast bird's nest suddenly became noisy and pointed to the horizon and shouted.

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

All are ship lights!

Standing on the front deck of the Black Pearl, holding a sword and shield, the extraordinary sea god Mazu, behind her, stepped on a powder barrel and hugged her arms. The cloak behind her was blown by the sea breeze, staring in front of her. Like the swaying ship lamps, Mao Jue's pupils were full of fiery murderous intent.

It is really the wisdom of the ancestors. When Duke Wen of Jin defeated Chu, Mao Jue played his entire life. Zheng Jun was really lazy. The brass small cannon telescope looked at the opposite side. Even though Chen Yonghua had bought more than half an hour for the Zheng Jun, he was still in a mess. Looking at the warships of different sizes, Adrena's little face was full of disdain. Putting down the telescope, she hugged her small fist and bowed heavily to Mao Jue.

It was really the right time, place and people. He bent down slightly to salute Adrena. Mao Jue immediately shook the flag in his arms. Behind him, more than 30 strong men with their chests exposed and their arms were raising their muscles shouted and beat the whale skin drum more than one meter hard.

Dong~ Dongdong~

The dull drum sound spread far away in the dark night. The banner was not displayed at night. The drum sound became a symbol of commanding operations. The warships that received the order also beat the war drums. Under the huge roar of water, a layer of warships stripped away from the navigation fleet, pulled out a huge cross-sectional battle formation, and rushed towards Iki Port with great momentum.

Seeing the second-level Dongjiang battleship taking the lead, the densely packed ships behind were probably no less than a hundred, arranged in three or four rows, covering the sky and surrounding themselves in the center. The Zheng army fleet in the chaos also sounded loudly with a loud sound of cow horns. From the gaps between the entangled big ships, there were long and long narrow boats, fast two-wheeled boats, and Cangshan boats like centipedes. Although there were no main gunboats, there were no less than three or four hundred, and they met like a swarm of bees.

Although he was lazy, he had been rampant in the South China Sea for many years, and his foundation was still there, and he was also deliberately guarding against Dongjiang. In the Battle of Liaoluo Bay, Zheng Zhilong relied on the tactics of this fire ship wolf pack to defeat the Dutch fleet, which was strong and powerful in the ship and cannons, and achieved the position of overlord of the South China Sea.

After a long battle, I looked at the tall warships that were getting closer and closer to me, and the densely packed Dongjiang Army standing on the deck! Not only did I not have a trace of fear, the Zheng army pirates roared excitedly, holding up the weapons in their hands and waving them to provoke.

Sitting on the gold chair of the treasure ship, watching the two armies approaching bit by bit, Zheng Zhilong's face was calm and even a little smile. However, holding the Western monocular telescope, Chen Yonghua's face became tense and he kept muttering about the distance.

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

With his gaze full of surprise, the last fifty meters rushed to the end. The swarm of bees plunged into the wide Dongjiang array. The light and flexible warships pressed against the tall and heavy gunboats, and they hung them on the side. They used their best tactics. The pirates of the Zheng family climbed onto the ship like a straw monkey on their backs.

The sound was long. A pirate swayed into the Dongjiang Army like in the movie. The pirate who was waving his sword to cut wheat. However, when he rolled and landed, he was full of shock. He picked up a chopped head, but a scarecrow was smirking at him with a carrot nose.

"All of them are scarecrows?"

Shocked voices came one after another. At this moment, a thick smoke had already burned up from the lower deck, and the flames began to spread. Standing at the bow of the assault Cangshan ship nailed under the boat, Shi Daxuan, one of the eighteen generals of Zhizhi, shouted incredibly.

"Which turtle son burns so quickly? Let go of the ditch and withdraw!"

The pirates who jumped into the ship slid down the hooks, and the hooks nailed to the boat were also untied. However, even though the Zheng pirates had worked hard, their hull was still in close contact with the Dongjiang warship. The fire had spread. The huge second-level battleship burned like a torch. The Zheng sailors were sweating and their eyes were red. Finally, someone shouted in horror.

"These turtle grandsons! There are nails under the boat!"

Not only Zheng Jun returned to nail the boat, Mao Jue also nailed it out from the inside to the outside near the waterline, a few centimeters, and a large steel nail with barbs. When it hit, it was like hooking Cang'er, without losing the layer of hair, it would be impossible to break free.

Under the scorching heat, the Zheng army's sails began to burn. Unable to contain their fear, the pirates collapsed and jumped into the water, thirty-five-five-flyingly. Thousands of Zheng army pirates struggled in the sea. Even men who paddled all year round, the cold and harsh sea water in the middle of the night quickly made their hands and feet numb.

But there were more disasters than these. Mao Jue hung under the ship, not only steel nails, but also thigh-thick and strong ship chains. The two guide ships began to shrink to the center. The gap between the Dongjiang battleships moving side by side was getting smaller and smaller. Finally, a ship collided hard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Amid the huge screams, whether it was the Zheng army warship stuck to it or the pirates sandwiched between the two ships, they were all knocked into cucumber in amid the terrified screams.

He grabbed a small boat and rowed back desperately with his own soldiers. Suddenly, a burst of heat suddenly came over the back. He turned around in horror. Shi Daxuan, the commander of the vanguard fleet, couldn't help but spit out a word dry.

"Dry!"

With a loud bang, the head of the fire ship that was swept over suddenly smashed the small sampan out like a table tennis ball. The two Shi Daxuan's personal soldiers were nailed to it by the boat. The punishment of the cannon was nothing more than this. The hair started to burn, and in the tragic roar, there were two huge fireballs on the bow.

The moment the fireboat caught fire, Zheng Jun's fleet had already turned backwards and fled Iki Island one after another. However, Zheng Zhilong's pirate fleet was too complicated and huge. Six Japanese Anzhai boats on both sides were rowing double oars. When the trawler was trawled, more than 30 large green ships were completely surrounded by the port of Iki Island with more than 150 fireboats.

The Zheng army sailor who caught fire jumped into the sea in despair, and was surrounded by the large and small Zheng army fleets besieged in the fire net and cried in a whole lot. The shrill voice was like hell coming to the earth. It really responded to the words, play with fire and burned yourself!

"The slutball player surnamed Mao is so cruel!"

He no longer had the intention to sit on the golden chair. He turned around with his hands behind his back. Zheng Zhilong roared angrily, holding the telescope. Chen Yonghua kept shaking his head. He was so scheming! What a cruel heart! No wonder Mao Jue wanted to attack at night. He gave up more than 30 Western gunboats, and later used 1340 Japanese ships to count, pretending to be the Dongjiang fleet, and deceived them all in the night.

Moreover, it is impossible for so many fleets to be controlled by no one. The last time the Japanese captives of the Osaka Mitsunomi formation were locked in the cabin by Mao Jue as a paddler. When these fire ships were destroyed, at least thousands of Japanese warriors from the Eastern Kingdom were burned to death together.

Everything is for victory!

Before Chen Yonghua finished sighing, a sudden burst of intense shock on the treasure ship was shocked again. Water columns several meters high exploded beside him, and he suddenly turned the telescope toward him. Chen Yonghua felt a chill on his back again.

Then the lights on the side of the fireboat were dark. The main gunboats of Dongjiang had already crossed the Iki Strait in a long snake, almost paralleling with him. Each ship had dozens of red-clothed heavy cannons, and thousands of cannons poured out the fire at him fiercely.

In terms of firepower, Zheng Jun and Dongjiang are really not of the same level. The range of the Daqing Ship is more than 400 meters, and the precise range is only about 100 meters. The Daqing Ship can only counterattack and strike back with two red cannons on the bow and stern of the ship. The Zheng Jun gunboat outside can be described as festering. Eleven or two large ships were instantly gnawed by artillery fire. With a loud noise, a large ship ignited from the gunpowder depot bloomed on the sea like a huge firework.

"You can't be beaten like this! Stick it up!"

Commanding the eastern fleet, Zheng Jing, the 18-zhi general, roared in anger. The main force of the Zheng army, who had just escaped from the sea of ​​fire, deflected the bow of the ship eastward again. But this time, there was obviously no fire ship invasion, the Zheng army pirates became brave. Looking at the smoke from the side of the guns dissipated and the gun windows that extended black holes, some Zheng army's teeth began to tremble violently.

It was absolutely unfair naval battle. With the roar of thousands of cannons, one thousand meters, the Zheng army, who fought back, paid a heavy price. On the way, the burning and sinking Fujian sea boats were thronged into piles in groups of three or two. But even in close combat, the newborn Dongjiang Army was still not timid. Seeing a big boat heading straight for him, Mao Jue, who was standing at the bow of the ship, pulled out his command knife with passion and roared fiercely.

The captain's rudder had already been blown away like two giant beasts with big and small. The hull was close to the hull, and the two ships collided violently.

Under the rumbling sound of collision, the heavy cannons were swept backwards. After the fierce bumps, the roar of swarming sounded again from the fleets of both sides. One hand was scimitar and the other hand was short musket. The pirates of Zheng army, who were grinning, roared and climbed onto the cables. A rain of bullets, and the Dongjiang army holding the bayonet also rushed over crazily. The collision between the bayonet and the scimitar! The classic battle between the British Royal Navy and the pirates in the 18th century was shown on the seas of Northeast Asia in the 17th century.

The sea was completely in chaos, and the fleets of both sides were completely mixed up. The artillery fire broke out one after another, and the flintlocks and short muskets were constantly firing each other on the deck, but in the chaotic roar, the Dongjiang River clearly gained the upper hand.

The rumbling artillery fire was like thunder. A half-heavy ship-destroying gun fired shots like a storm. The side of the ship next to it was directly broken and turned into a transparent hole. The gunners and sailors inside were swept into the sea like garbage.

Crack, Crack~

The support keels were broken, and the deck could not hold on to the weight. Under the pirates' horror, they collapsed. The heavy first-class battleship turned and was thrown aside by the huge Zheng army warship.

Wen Meng, who was in charge of commanding the first personal soldiers, suddenly had his eyes lit up. The frigate beside him had been almost killed, and the largest treasure ship of the Zheng army was suddenly in his eyes.

The hoarse voice sounded again, holding up the saber, Wen Meng shouted excitedly.

"Kill it up and let the person surnamed Zheng know who the damn is the head of the sea dragon!"

With his roar, there were a few holes, but the more murderous first-class battleship Storm, facing the angry water god Gonggong, hitting the horn like a raised steel spear, and hitting the side of Zheng Jiabao's ship. The ancient beasts representing the highest combat power of the two forces trembled violently together.

But just as Wen Menggao advanced and rushed to the deck of the treasure ship, Zheng Zhilong had already climbed to the last big ships of the fleet.
Chapter completed!