Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

These are the news that the watchman above the mast provided to Zheng Zhilong, which made Zheng Zhilong a little excited while being puzzled.

The time I went to sea was very short, and there was still about a day's voyage away from Luzon. In theory, no matter what, I shouldn't encounter the warship of the Franji barbarian—does the Franji barbarian still have the guts to attack Daming directly?

After thinking about it, Zheng Zhilong understood what was going on.

These French barbarians are not the Spanish barbarians from Luzon, but the Honan barbarians entrenched in the Great Liuqiu.

"Master Nan, Mr. Zheng is sorry..."

After secretly expressing his apologies to Nan Juyi, the admiral of the East China Sea Fleet, Zheng Zhilong simply ordered: "Send the signal and send those Honan barbarians to see the Dragon Lord!"

Zheng Zhilong's order was conveyed, and the four blessing boats began to approach Zheng Zhilong's flagship, and formed a line formation on the sea.

It's fair for five lucky boats to face five barbarian warships, isn't it?Our old Zheng is a fastidious person, and he will never bully the few with more.

At the same time that the East China Sea Fleet discovered the opposite Dutch fleet, the Netherlands Fleet also discovered Ming's East China Sea Fleet.

But when it was discovered that the Ming side had only five warships, the Dutch fleet commander Williamson, who came to reinforce Taiwan, was about to smile crookedly: "Pass my order, go up, let those barbarian navies see what's going on!" It's called a real navy!"

Those armed merchants in Batavia are simply useless, and they have disgraced the Netherlands—how could they be afraid of the defeated fleet and ask for help from the country instead?

As a leader among the Dutch naval commanders, Williamson feels that it is necessary to show what a real navy is.

The equipment was backward and the tactics were backward, and the victory could only be won by relying on large numbers of people and sneak attacks at night-this is the information about the Daming Navy summarized by Williamson in the report of the Penghu naval battle in the previous apocalypse years.

And not only did I bring five state-of-the-art three-masted sailing ships with a hull length of 40 meters, but each ship was equipped with nearly [-] cannons, which was far more advanced than the warships equipped with forty or fifty cannons during the previous Penghu naval battle. for advanced.

And in these years, both the rate of fire and the range of the artillery have also made great progress. Facing those backward barbarians, it must be easy to defeat them.

But when the distance between the two sides approached to a distance of about ten miles, Williamson almost died laughing—are those savages on the opposite side all fools?Fire at ten miles, what else can it do besides wasting shells?

No wonder Williamson thinks so.

In fact, the range of the Dutch battleship is more than seven miles, close to eight miles. After eight miles, the hit rate can only rely on God's blessing.

And this is enough for the Dutch navy to be proud of its invincibility at sea. Even the Spanish navy, a veteran power, is called "father" by the Dutch navy, thus making great contributions to the independence of the Netherlands.

But firing a gun at ten miles is simply an act of courting death.

Artillery is very powerful, including at sea.

But this thing is a lot of work to load—you have to pull the gun back through the port, then clear the barrel, load it, push it back in, fire it, and fire the shell.

Such a process, relying on skilled naval gunners to complete, will take a long time-and this time is enough for the opposite warship to pull the distance closer before completing the action of firing, which is a threat to one's own side. It is infinitely magnified.

And the barbarian navy on the opposite side chose to fire at a distance of ten miles. Did God make them lose their minds?

Williamson thought a lot, but he only had time to really think for a moment—then he felt a jolt in the hull of the ship, followed by a chaotic shout.

In the captain's cabin, Williamson, who was as stable as a dog, almost fell to the ground. After he stabilized himself, he shouted to the orderly beside him, "Go and see what's going on!"

The messenger hurried out after receiving Williamson's order, and Williamson picked up the binoculars in his hand and looked at the warship opposite.

"Holy Virgin Mary!"

Williamson couldn't help exclaiming like this - why is the barrel of the barbarian naval warship on the opposite side protruding from the side so long?Why didn't they need to pull the gun back to unload it?

Fuck!Their battleships have more gun ports than ours!Fuck!They launch again!

The five warships led by Williamson encountered the darkest day of their lives.

Bombardment, endless bombardment, fire flashed through the gun windows of the opposite battleship, and then endless shells would pour towards the five warships he led.

However, the artillery of one's own side can't reach the opponent at all-the difference in range is more than two miles. This is no longer a question of God's blessing of the hit rate, but the artillery shells simply cannot hit the opponent!

The orderly who staggered back did not care about the image and discipline that Williamson demanded in the past, but said with red eyes: "Your Excellency, most of the decks of our warships are on fire!"

Williamson also put down the binoculars in his hand at this time, and couldn't bear to observe those barbarian warships that could break his heart: "Send the order, fly the flag of the merchant ship, fly the white flag to surrender to the opponent, we demand decent treatment. "

The flag of the Dutch Navy was quickly withdrawn and replaced with a merchant ship flag and a white flag, and the instructing Liao Wangman continued to play the semaphore.

Zhao Qing put down the binoculars in his hand, and asked Zheng Zhilong curiously: "What is the grandson in front of you doing? Waving the white flag to surrender?"

Zheng Zhilong sneered and said: "Those barbarians are just like this. When it is beneficial, they run faster than anyone else, strike harder than anyone else, and they are nothing.

Once they were at a disadvantage, they surrendered faster than anyone else, and demanded decent treatment. Those who didn't know thought they were the victors. "

Zhao Qing also smiled: "According to what you say, don't these grandsons look like Jiannu?"

Zheng Zhilong smiled and said: "It's about the same, anyway, there is nothing good."

As soon as the conversation changed, Zheng Zhilong continued to ask: "How about it, the other party asked to surrender, what does Eunuch Zhao think?"

Zhao Qing said darkly, "Then accept their surrender."

Zheng Zhilong understood, and ordered the messengers around him: "Send the order, stop the bombardment, order the opposite side to lower the sails, and order Zheng Zhihu to bring the rear ships to approach and receive their warships. Tell Zheng Zhihu to strictly implement His Majesty's will!"

Zheng Zhihu cursed and went to carry out Zheng Zhilong's order - taking off his pants and farting, it's unnecessary!

Those barbarians on the opposite side have a ball?Strictly implementing His Majesty's will, isn't it just to kill all those barbarians?

Receive their warships after killing the barbarians?As for their broken ships, those pirates who threw them to Ming Dynasty can still use them. Is there any use for the South China Sea Fleet to take them over?Let the East China Sea Fleet see a joke?

According to Zheng Zhihu's opinion, it is the best choice to directly sink the Franji Barbarian opposite him, even the people and boats, to the bottom of the sea to feed the Dragon Lord!

From a distance of ten miles, even if you look at it with a telescope from a distance, the size of the Fuchuan is the same-probably quite large.

But when he was in front of his own eyes, Williamson realized what real despair was—the width of the even more damned warships driven by these damned barbarians was already almost catching up with the length of his own warships!

The Henan battleship, which is obviously the flagship, received the most firepower care. There were obviously more fires on the hull and deck than the other four ships, and those Henan barbarians were busy fighting the fire back and forth.

Zheng Zhihu cursed and ordered the interpreter: "Go, tell these savages to kneel down neatly! Damn it, the little sampan with a big fart wants to provoke Daming. Didn't these idiots take the wrong medicine?"

The soldiers of the South China Sea Fleet also began to land on the Dutch warship from the Fuchuan, and tied up the hands of the officers and soldiers of the Dutch Navy who had surrendered one by one.

When it was Williamson's turn to come out of the captain's cabin, Williamson shouted: "You can't treat me like this, I am a nobleman, and I demand equal treatment!"

Zheng Zhihu ignored Williamson's yelling at all, and instead directly ordered the soldiers: "Give me their charts, and see if there are any good things on these broken ships."

The head of the personal army understood, and directly led a group of people towards the cabin.

Zheng Zhihu then turned his head and asked, "What was this grandson shouting just now?"

The interpreter said: "He said he was a nobleman, and he demanded reciprocal and decent treatment."

Zheng Zhihu said thoughtfully: "Understood, I will give him decent treatment in a while, as if I wronged him first."

The interpreter faithfully translated Zheng Zhihu's words to Williamson, which also relieved Williamson of the stone in his heart.