The Dutch soldiers who were fleeing on the oars soon discovered that the warships behind them were not safe. On the horizontal line, the Ming Navy, with the Sun and Moon Flag of the Great Ming appeared, as if a mobile fortress on the sea surface, approaching quickly towards the Dutch fleet anchored on the sea surface. The dark muzzle showed sharp fangs from the hull.

"Boom..." At this time, the Dutch could no longer tell whether the rumbling cannons were from the shore or from the Ming warships coming from behind. The sea was full of scattered landing boats, and there were struggling soldiers falling into the water everywhere, with blood everywhere, and the sound of cannons around, as dense and sonorous as the drum beats of military music.

The five warships of the Ming Navy turned their hulls sideways, constantly pouring artillery fire towards the landing boats on the sea. The warships behind them accelerated their speed and quickly sailed towards the Dutch fleet. There were only some sailors guarding ships left in the Dutch fleet, and even the gunners got on the landing boat with bore guns. The remaining sailors, not to mention flying in the ships, could not even control artillery. They watched countless Ming warships approach, then took out their gaze ropes and threw them towards the side of the ship. Then the Ming army, which was as black as mutton, climbed up from the ropes.

The Dutch sailors opened their blue eyes and stared at one Ming soldiers after another climbing onto the deck. What can they do? They can do nothing, and they can't even fight back, because once they attacked these Ming soldiers who were swarming in, even killing one Ming soldiers could have a terrible revenge. Their most rational way was to raise their hands high and prove to the Ming soldiers that they did not carry any weapons. Squat on the deck to show their surrender.

The Dutch soldiers landed on the boat were no longer so interested. In a small boat in the vast ocean, they could not even surrender, because their enemies were at least one mile away from them, and what greeted them were whistling shells. They rowed their oars and ran around, and moved towards the coast for a while. Then they were shot by artillery artillery on the shore, and then turned wildly towards the sea. There, the guns of the Ming navy's land had been aimed at them, and they could not fight back, and even surrendered with the enemy face to face was a luxury. They saw the sea surrounded by waves, the bodies of companions floating on the sea, and the boats that were blown into wood chips rolled on the sea. They heard the cry for help from all around them. They heard screams piercing into their eardrums like thorns. But they used all their strength to row the oars, but they could never escape this hell.

"Boom..." The artillery was still roaring. Liu Guoxuan, the commander of the Oriental Navy, yawned repeatedly. Such a battle itself was no longer of great significance. It was just a unilateral massacre, but this was also a great opportunity for the gunners to practice artillery. Liu Guoxuan planned to let these gunners be proficient in naval combat.

Mao Wenjing and Liu Guoxuan stood side by side. He was wearing Confucian clothes and tied his belt around his waist to face the sea breeze. He was tall and tall, with protruding cheekbones. His long ground was really uncommon. He glanced at Xiao Hu under his jaw. At this moment, he was stroking his hands back and forth. His eyebrows were frowning and said to Liu Guoxuan: "Sir, this battle has been won completely. Why do you need to kill more and kill innocent people? Why not send small and medium-sized warships to capture these red-haired soldiers and quit the battle."

Mao Wenjing was personally proposed to learn the method of naval battle with Liu Guoxuan. The booked lecturer of the Haitang, so Liu Guoxuan naturally didn't want to neglect him. He said politely: "Mr. Mao, have you and I kept discussing how to train gunners? Look." Liu Guoxuan pointed at countless Dutch landing ships in the distance, escaping from east to west and said: "The battlefield is a good opportunity to train gunners. A thousand kilograms of gunpowder are made in the gunpowder workshop every day. If you don't use more today, the gunpowder in the warehouse will be piled up."

Mao Wenjing said: "Sir, it seems inappropriate to use casual killing to train the navy."

Liu Guoxuan glanced at his mouth disapproved: "If you are not a clan, your heart will be different. This is what the emperor said in person. If you are kind to the enemy, perhaps in the future, I will have one more enemy and several people will die in vain." Liu Guoxuan's eyes appeared and he said sternly: "Since you want to fight, you must kill the enemy and never let them have any possibility of turning over."

Mao Wenjing stopped persuading, the cannons became increasingly dense, and the gunners were still a little panicked at the beginning. After they were inaccurate, they gradually understood how to calibrate at sea and knew how much gunpowder was stuffed to kill the enemy within the range of the cannon. Iron balls mixed with steel nails and broken iron came out of the muzzle, and then they hit the enemy ships on the ocean like raindrops.

Mao Wenjing took out the thin wooden board he had with him and wrote on the side of the ship: "The southeast stroke was caused by a northeastern shelling. The loading of artillery was 2 kilograms and 7 liang. The calibration was slightly tilted to the northeastern corner."

The sun was shining in the afternoon. The Dutch soldiers on the ocean were sweating profusely. They still waved their oars in vain and hid everywhere. This was a hopeless war. The roar of artillery made their ears buzz. The surroundings were blood. The enemy cannons. The landing boats were blown into pieces. The broken arm wreckage gradually spread in the air with the fire. Then they fell into the air like raindrops. On the surviving soldiers. Some Dutch soldiers had already thrown their oars in despair. Driving with the flow, the empty blue eyes looked at the roars on the coastline.

The Ming army defended the coastline for several kilometers. They held steel crossbows or shot at the sea with continuous muzzles. They opened fire at the Dutch landing boats where they entered the range. On both wings of their land were thousands of warriors with long swords and spears. Behind them, the Baimen threw out the camouflaged muzzles. There was no hope. Because behind them, the Ming ships, which were getting closer to the coastline, also exposed the dark muzzles. Every short time, various shells roared out. They became lambs to be slaughtered and fish on the slaughter.

Finally, the Ming army blew a buzzing horn on the coastline. The sound of cannons gradually disappeared. Only dark and thick gunpowder was left on the artillery positions, floating upwards. The artillery artillery of the Ming fleet was also extinguished. Then dozens of warships of different sizes crossed the sea. They pointed muskets and steel crossbows at one surviving Dutchman boarded the warships. They tied their hands and feet into a storm with hemp ropes.

"Report! Lord. The navy captured twenty-eight large ships, countless warships of all sizes and sizes. The two thousand seven hundred and twenty-one red-haired sailors were captured by the remaining ships."

Liu Guoxuan stood firmly on the deck. He squinted his eyes and ordered cruelly: "All thousands of households and hundreds of households. Immediately search for all the Dutch people on the foreign side. As long as the limbs are intact."

The emperor was kind to the world. The establishment of labor reform revenue was established to detain red-haired people for hard work. Since this is the case, disabled people must not ask for land. Otherwise, wouldn’t they waste food? Liu Guoxuan deprived all the injured and groaning red-haired people without hesitation.

"Immediately send a good news to the city, and the messenger must report loudly when he rides his horse past the rural village shops."

"All Red-haired officers will be taken ashore, and all except those with special skills will be killed!"

"Not mistakes should be made to inform the Spanish Guard to take over the prisoners."

The messenger gradually reached the side of the ship and walked onto the boat with the rope ladder on the side of the ship. Liu Guoxuan held the hilt of the knife and looked at the Wang Lan sea that was trained on the sea level with the sky. A few months ago, he was just an unknown young general. Today, he has taken charge of the Eastern Navy, one of the two major navy masters of the Ming Dynasty. Life and death are just a thought. One battle in a month, destroying the overlord of the South Ocean. From then on, there is no deeds of the red-haired ghost in the world. Only Liu Guoxuan, the commander of the Ming Dynasty, broke the thieves thousands of miles apart, and wrote historical books, and Liu Guoxuan will definitely win a place.

Liu Guoxuan is full of passion. What kind of man is more than a man who is recorded in history and is a marquis. If the emperor had not had the wise eyes and the promotion of himself to the army, Liu Guoxuan would not have been today. Before he knew it, Liu Guoxuan had a layer of awe for the emperor.

"Qin Emperor and Han Wu are probably just like this." Liu Guoxuan said in his heart, and then couldn't help but swear: "It's so fucking exciting to fight under the emperor."

After the war, the soldiers who fought bloodyly had already started to do nothing. Instead, the heads of various ministries who came from Haidu were busy registering spoils, making books, and distributing them to guard prisoners. On the way to Haidu, dozens of knights sprinted their horses, holding staggers in one hand and holding one high in the other, shouting for me: "Great victory! The Ming army's victory! Killing 5,700 thieves, capturing more than ten thousand thieves, and the red hair will be destroyed from then on!"

"Long live my emperor, great victory!"

When the knight leaped into the Arc de Triomphe, it had been decorated since the emperor pointed out that the word "Triumph" had already been newly decorated. The merchants at the gate of the city avoided the speeding knights and surrounded the road and started to talk.

Obviously, the Ming army's successive victory has numbed many people in the sea. In their minds, the Ming army's victory has long been no longer news. When will it be defeated is shocking news. However, such news also made the vendors and the people excited. Although such a victory is too frequent, it still does not prevent many families from taking out firecrackers to set off at the street corner.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, another great victory, my emperor is wise. Since the emperor changed his reign, this great victory has been more casual than eating." A merchant chatted with the vendors who gathered together.

"What is the victory? A red-haired ghost claims to be the best in Southeast Asia? In the eyes of the emperor, it is as easy as trampling on ants. The bright sun and moon of my Great Ming Dynasty are not comparable to the light of barbarian fireflies." Cheng Zhu Gongsheng, who came out to walk around, answered arrogantly with a face full of arrogant face.

"Is the emperor fighting a red-haired ghost this time? Tsk tsk, amazing. When I was doing business in Nanyang, I saw the red-haired warships. They were taller than the city tower. They were endlessly scattered into a candied haws, which was very spectacular." A sea merchant interrupted with a big belly.

"Oh, the winner said that he had captured nearly 10,000 red-haired people. Not good, then there were a lot of low-priced husbands in the development zone? Oh, I had known about the second batch of investment promotions, so I would have signed up." Someone was angry with his chest.

At this time, a depression in a green-clothed man's uniform flashed past them and ran towards the end, shouting: "Hey, hey, that boy, no firecrackers are allowed to be set off in dense crowds on the streets and alleys."
Chapter completed!