The Portuguese fleet was still lined up in two rows, cutting into the Ming fleet at a forty-five degree angle to the left, trying to take advantage of the moment they changed their formation to defeat them. The first row of ships had changed from a goose wing formation to a long snake formation. The second row was slowly adjusting its angle to connect with the first row to form a parallel cannons formation.
Adni stood at the bow of the commander's ship and immediately realized the Portuguese fleet's true intentions from their actions. The Ming warships that were retreating in a U-shaped formation immediately adjusted their angle. The two sides moved parallel to the left, separated by the burning fire ships in the middle, and started to fire at each other.
Cannonballs flew in the sky. When the entire fleet left the area of fire ships, the nearly forty warships on both sides had fired more than six thousand cannonballs, but the damage was negligible. The fleets on both sides seemed to be completely unaffected.
Because they were too far away, a distance of nearly five hundred meters. If a soldier ran on foot, it would not take much time. But the cannonballs had lost most of their power when they landed from such a distance. At most, it was like a metal ball falling from the sky, and it might not even be able to break the deck.
"Bite them!" Azeg noticed that the twenty Ming warships were all five-masted ships with excellent firearms. These were definitely the main force of the Ming warships, so he ordered the fleet to pursue.
After a fierce exchange of fire, both sides used up all their ammunition on the deck. The quartermasters were hurriedly moving ammunition out of the hold. Both sides had a lull.
The Ming army had mobilized large numbers of warships from the north to the south. Among them, there were at least fifty that could be called heavy warships. It would not be just the fleet in front of him. Azeg knew this and did not dare to be careless.
But he could not see the shadow of any other warships on the surface of the sea. Maybe the Ming army had their own considerations in dispatching and commanding, or maybe they did not dare to put all their warships on one throw. But no matter what, if he could take the opportunity to destroy the fighting power of this fleet, then he would not have to worry about the Ming navy being a threat.
The sails were filled with the sea wind, and the warships started to accelerate. The waves they stirred up hit the bottom of the ships, and the warships seemed to jump on top of the waves as they advanced. Fighting on the sea was not like fighting on land. During a battle between large groups, both sides could gather manpower and resources, choose a suitable location, and decide the outcome in a single battle.
Due to the special conditions of the sea, the sea breeze and the sea fog were all factors, and it was common for two fleets to circle at sea for half a month. However, the Ming court's current financial situation could not support the enormous navy gathering in the Southern Sea to wait for battle. How could Azeger's navy afford this?
Even if they did not consider the issue of supplies, this' empty city stratagem 'could only be played for a while by transferring all of the Indian Ocean Navy to the Far East. Once Spain and other countries found out about the truth, who knew if they would not take advantage of it? Due to all these factors, Azeroth was also eager for a battle, and this experienced old general also fell into the trap.
After chasing for an hour, Azeg's patience was wearing thin. He could not stay far away from Man Laga. There were so few soldiers that if they sent a boat full of women with brooms, they could sweep all of them into the sea. He had to hurry back.
Just as Azeg was about to give the order to return, the Ming fleet slowed down. Because they were at the front, their formation was a bit messed up, and they needed to regroup. Azeg was overjoyed, and the Ming army also lost their patience. This was like a game of hunting. Whoever lost their patience first would fall into the other's trap.
The words "return" rushed to the tip of his tongue, but became "charge, pass through them."
Azeg noticed that the Ming army's formation was messed up. If he quickly approached, the cannons on the two sides of the Ming army would be blocked by his warships. While his actions were risky, he could fire the cannons on both sides at the same time.
Once they reached a stalemate in close combat, with more than ten warships and navy members, he could jump out and fight. Maybe … maybe he could not only destroy the Ming army, but he could also take their warships and cannons to make up for the losses caused by the fire ships.
The layers of traps were made by Adeni, who was familiar with the fighting habits of the Portuguese army, Cheng Qiyun, who was familiar with the psychology of people, Peng Shaosha, who made a living in deception, the senior officers of the navy and army who were familiar with the art of war, and Yang Ling, who did not seem very bright but often had daring and strange ideas and seemed to know a little about history.
In modern terms, it was a perfect plan made by a super spy, a psychologist, a schemer, a group of strategists, and half a political "genius." While Azeg was an excellent commander, the information he could understand about the Ming army was extremely limited. How could he be a match for these people?
Azeg commanded the warships to charge, and as expected, they immediately cut the Ming warships in half. The cannons on both sides roared. Azeg continued to give orders as the deck trembled. "Giant, Lion, Count, follow my ship and charge forward. Completely cut off the enemy ships on both sides. Do not allow them to converge."
"'Storm' will lead the fleet to take an advantageous position to support each other. Use chain bullets to break the masts of the enemy ships. Jump to the side and engage in close combat. 'Intrepid' will lead the six warships at the tail and spread out …"
The orderly order suddenly stopped, and Azeroth's mouth opened wide in shock, his jaw almost dropping to the ground. The Ming army once again exceeded his expectations. They did not even bother to think about converging and fighting. The warships that were pushed away only hurriedly fired back a few shots before raising their sails and fleeing for their lives.
With Azeg's fleet as the center, they drew an irregular M-shape on the sea and fled to the back of Azeg's fleet. They also acted as if they were going to converge in a V-shape to block their retreat.
"Can their warships and firepower stop us from returning?" While Azeg was full of doubts, he did not dare to be careless after a fleet was destroyed by the Ming army's trick without bloodshed.
The Ming warships on the two flanks were exposed on the sides of his fleet and were within the range of the cannons. All the Portuguese captains did not need orders from their commanders to immediately order their warships to seize the opportunity to fire fiercely. While the Ming army was also counterattacking, due to the angle, the counterattack was not very effective.
The battleships rocked in the waves. The Portuguese fleet rained down grapeshot and iron shrapnel in an attempt to destroy the Ming sails and masts. The Ming army, on the other hand, hit the sides of their ships with solid shells. They used grapeshot to shoot out countless iron nails and sharp iron shrapnel, forcing the Portuguese soldiers to lower their heads and dodge to reduce the damage.
The Ming warships finally managed to escape to the rear of Azeg. Due to Azeg's decisive charge, they were caught off guard. While they managed to escape in time and regroup, four of the twenty warships had their sails severely damaged and their mobility greatly reduced. Two of the warships each had a broken mast, and one of the warships had a large hole in the side of the Giant.
Azeg was wild with excitement. He pulled out his sword and waved it as he shouted, "Turn around, don't let them escape. This sea will become their graveyard!"
"General Azeg, we've discovered a large number of Ming warships!" The sailor on the lookout bucket suddenly shouted. Hearing this, Azeg hurriedly boarded the bridge and looked into the distance. He saw a large group of Ming warships charging in from the front and top left with sails like the clouds.
The ships were moving very fast. He could tell that they were slightly smaller warships, and they came in all shapes and sizes. If Azeg was familiar with the ships of the East, he would recognize them as small boats, wave boats, bird boats, mandarin duck boats, wide boats, Cang Shan boats, and other types of ships.
"Another fire attack?" This was Azeg's first impression. Seeing the speed of the ships, he knew that it was too late to turn around to the top left. He immediately ordered, "Intrepid, lead the ships to keep the Ming warships busy. The other ships, turn to the right and circle to the back of the Ming fleet. I want them to suffer the consequences of their actions!"
The large fleet started to move to the right. It would take at least an hour for the entire fleet to move and redeploy. That was why he ordered the Intrepid to keep the Chinese warships busy to prevent them from escaping.
But the Chinese warships did not escape. When countless warships appeared in the distance, Han Wu and Adni ordered the five severely damaged warships to turn around and become a water fortress. They used their cannons to fight with the Portuguese warships. The other fifteen warships also lined up and did not retreat. Instead, they moved forward in a fan shape to block the Portuguese warships.
The two sides were shooting fiercely this time. They were too close to each other and completely within the range of the cannons. Pillars of water rose from the sea, and wood splinters flew from the sides and decks that were hit. Both sides were fighting for time without caring about the cost.
The warships in the distance were getting closer, and the Portuguese warships had not finished changing their formation. Azeg gave up on the roundabout battle plan and ordered the warships to penetrate the Ming fleet. If the Ming fleet released more fire ships, the warships of both sides would be destroyed at the same time.
The fleet changed direction again. At this time, the Ming fleet that suddenly appeared had already surrounded them. The warships chased, and the waves flew. The small warships that were like wolves used their agility and speed to quickly penetrate the Portuguese fleet. A gloomy murderous aura filled the entire sea.
Azeg sucked in a breath of cold air. Last time, it looked like "wolf pack tactics" but in reality, it was "burning the camp." This time, he thought it was "burning the camp," but it looked like the Ming army was using "wolf pack tactics."
Azeg ordered the fleet to counterattack in annoyance while he signaled the ships to prepare for close combat. On the sides and decks of the ships, black cannons shot out blazing heavenly thunder. The sounds of orders being given and repeated came from the rumbling cannons on the ships.
The experienced Portuguese warships used dense gunfire to ensure that the right side of the sea was not surrounded by the Ming fleet. This way, if they could not face off, there would be a way for the fleet to break out and return. All kinds of warships plowed through the sea, and the waves rolled. It was like a giant catfish stirring up a small pond. At least in this area of the fighting, there was no longer a patch of calm water.
In a naval battle, usually, the side that was at a disadvantage in numbers tended to protect their ships and not be easily damaged. Therefore, they tended to enter the battle downwind of the enemy's ships. This way, if the battle went against them, they could quickly leave the battle area with the wind.
Azeg led all of the main naval forces of the Portuguese army in the Indian Ocean. He was even more unwilling to fight a battle of attrition with the Ming army. If it was a pyrrhic victory, Portugal would definitely fall into Ming Destiny's revenge and the Spanish countries' fight for the Indian Ocean. It would be hard to predict the outcome of the two battles.
The current situation was that the Portuguese Royal Navy followed the course of Vasco da Gama and easily defeated the Arab merchants in the Indian Ocean. They established a trading empire that stretched from East Africa to Manchuria and secured Portugal's monopoly on the rich spice trade in the East Indies.
Spain, on the other hand, conquered Mexico and Peru. Plundering the Indians caused gold, silver, and other precious metals to continuously flow into Spain's coffers.
This battle outside the South China Sea of China could change this balance and directly affect the power structure in Europe thousands of miles away. Be it Governor Arbukirk or Commander Azegar, they were aggressive soldiers, after all. They didn't think much about politics. But now that they were at a disadvantage in this battle, Azegar finally realized the terrifying consequences.
Even if we lose Manchuria, we must try to preserve our fleet! Even though the main fleet of the Portuguese army had not suffered any serious damage and had even caused great damage to the Ming army, this thought kept surging into his mind.
But with the current situation, he did not want to retreat immediately. Miyamoto Hiroshi and Pedro had repeatedly said that the Ming army's close combat ability was very low. They lacked combat skills and courage. They had always relied on absolute numbers to win, and the navy was even worse than the army in close combat.
He was not wrong about this. At least, Yang Ling did not have the time and energy to improve the navy's close combat ability. But today's main attacking force was the Peng Family Squad, and it was also Beauty Wang's first battle after joining the court.
Even though Yang Ling treated Beauty Wang well, not only did he not weaken Peng Shaosha's team, but also promoted him and Peng Shaosha to the position of navy admiral after being summoned, the newly surrendered people would definitely be eager to show off.
At the same time, tangled warfare on the sea was what the East Sea group, who were used to robbing and raiding for a living, were best at. So after Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun analyzed it again and again, they boldly gave this task to them and delegated all the power.
Of course, the twenty main Ming navy warships lined up on the outside and did not join in the tangled warfare were not to be trifled with. Other than blocking the retreat of the Portuguese ships, their other mission was to supervise the battle.
The sea was filled with smoke, drums and cannons roared. Smoke spewed out from the sides of the Portuguese ships and quickly spread out. The warships were like monsters spewing smoke, destroying the enemy ships with their cannons while trying to capsize them. But the space they had to move in was too small, and the sailors operating the small boats were very skilled, so they easily dodged the attacks. The result of the collision was that their cannons missed their aim.
Some of the Ming warships had already gotten close to the Portuguese ships. Hooks hooked onto the sides of the ships, and the soldiers began to board the ships to fight. These soldiers, who had just turned from pirates to soldiers, still maintained their wild and fierce nature. The cannons on the Portuguese ships blasted them into a bloody mess, and the axes split open their skulls and chests, but it only aroused their wildness.
However, the real lethal weapon was the Portuguese army's small-sized Frang machine gun. This kind of small-sized machine gun used grapeshot bullets in close combat. With a loud bang, countless steel balls and iron pieces flew everywhere, killing countless soldiers who boarded the ships.
On the other hand, the Ming army's guns, crossbows, and the cannons on the supporting warships were also desperately suppressing the Portuguese ships' counterattack. Some of the Francos who were hit by the Ming army's grapeshot fell into the turbulent sea, some rolled all over the deck while covering their bloody faces. Even the rumbling cannon fire could not suppress the shrill screams.
The weakness of firearms was that they were slow to fire, and with several warships climbing at the same time from different angles, it made it even more difficult for them to attend to one thing and lose sight of another. There were constantly soldiers who jumped onto the Portuguese ships when the cannons and guns were fired, and then they were killed or suppressed by the Portuguese soldiers who counterattacked.
Three of the Portuguese ships had already entered into close combat. More and more soldiers rushed onto the deck, fighting desperately with the Portuguese soldiers on the deck, in the cabins, and beside the stairs. Cold knives and axes hacked at the enemy's flesh, and blood flowed like water across the deck, sticky and slippery.
Corpses, axes, and steel knives were thrown everywhere. Knives and axes danced, and blood splattered everywhere. The deck and the cabins were filled with the cold light of cold weapons. In close combat, the Ming army's advantage showed. Western Europe's cold war weapons were mainly knives, swords, axes, and guns. Because the Ming Destiny army was too large, they did not have enough steel to forge weapons, so they mainly used long spears.
Some of these long spears were made from flexible white wax shafts, with only a metal spearhead. Some were just bamboo spears from head to tail. The Portuguese soldiers had to attack their targets in close combat, and they also had to have enough space to fight. But the Ming army with spears could overlap their positions. They only needed to stand ten feet away from their opponents, and they could all attack from a ninety-degree angle. The Portuguese sailors retreated step by step. It was only a matter of time before the Ming army took control of the warships, and some began to disarm and surrender.
Azegar finally made up his mind to get rid of the Ming army and return to Sapir. The gap on the right wing that was torn open by the fierce artillery fire became his only escape route. The fleet fired back at the Ming army while turning to the right wing. This was the downwind. He was confident that he could escape back to Raga once he rushed out.
The Portuguese fleet that truly belonged to him had only lost three ships. They still had their strength, and there was still a chance for them to regroup and fight again. If they failed, then he would take all the gold and silver that the Sapir palace had accumulated over the centuries, lead the fleet back to India, and gather strength to make a comeback in the future.
Azeroth calculated angrily as he gave the order.
Adni stood at the bow of the ship and saw the movement of the Portuguese fleet. She turned to look at Han Wu. Han Wu was also staring at the movement of the Portuguese fleet. His eyes shone with excitement as he waved his hand and ordered: "Sound the horn, tell Admiral Peng to withdraw his troops, and the main fleet will attack!"
The Ming army's fleet was in hot pursuit. In front was Han Wu's main fleet, behind was Peng Sha and Wang Meiren's' wolf pack. 'Azegar's warship at the front puffed up its sails and quickly left the battlefield with the smallest arc.
Boom! There was a loud noise in the distance. The waves rose high, the hull tilted, and the creaking sound of the ship's deck could be heard. Then, another water column rose from the surface of the sea, and another ship shook violently.
The Portuguese fleet still didn't know what happened, and was still moving forward at high speed. Adni sighed, turned her head silently, and walked towards the cabin. Behind her, Han Wu shouted: "Turn the rudder, go to the side!"
Adni knew that this situation was inevitable. The official battle between the two fleets, the fierce attack of the wolf pack, was all preparation for this moment, to make Azegar walk into the minefield himself. The pitiful fleet, the invincible fleet from the west all the way to the east, the powerful armed forces that controlled the entire Indian Ocean, was now destined to fail, a failure that could never be reversed.
This ending was inevitable. Even if General Da Gama or God of War Governor Kelk personally commanded, the ending would be the same. This was because there was no such weapon in the world before this, and this was enough.
Azegar really didn't know what happened. The powerful explosion almost caused the hull to collapse. There was no ship that could be hit from this angle with the naked eye, and the explosion came from underwater. He really couldn't guess what kind of weapon it was.
The fleet slowed down, and the continuous explosions continued. Azegar finally recognized one fact: no matter what weapon the Ming army used, it was obviously a type of bomb that was planted in the water, waiting for his fleet to collide with it.
Under Azegar's order, the iron anchors of the thirty warships sank into the sea, and the sails were all lowered. Their warships were anchored on the spot. Around them was the blue sea, the waves gently moving up and down, but who knew where and where there was a bomb? The entire sea became a terrifying land of death in their eyes, and they couldn't move.
Five warships were hit, including Azegar's command ship. Because the explosion occurred underwater, all the warships that were hit now faced the same problem: seawater began to invade. Even without the Ming army's obstruction, it was a problem if these warships could safely return to the port.
The Ming warships carefully went around this part of the sea and watched them from above. The Portuguese warships couldn't retreat. Forward, left, and right were all dangerous paths in their eyes. They were trapped in a minefield.
The neighboring Portuguese warships signaled to each other and started to slowly approach. They set up a gangplank and took the generals to the undamaged Count. They started to urgently discuss countermeasures. This area was still within the range of the Ming warships' cannons, and the Ming army was moving towards the best position to attack.
No one could come up with an effective plan. There were exploding monsters everywhere in the water, and they couldn't charge out. Until now, they still hadn't seen what those things looked like. They couldn't stay where they were either. The Ming army couldn't wait for the wind to change so they could retreat the way they came.
The fierce quarrel made the captains so angry that they almost smashed the table of the Count. At this moment, with a loud boom, the Ming army opened fire.
Azegar didn't have time to discuss further. He hurried to the deck with the generals and ran to the side of the ship to look up at the wind. Next to him was a soldier hanging on the side of the ship. Half of his head had been sliced off by shrapnel. Brain matter was everywhere, and the blood had coagulated into a black color.
The other corpse sitting on the ground was even more horrifying. He had been shot by the shotgun and his face and body were covered in shrapnel. There was an iron caltrop embedded deeply into his skull on his forehead. This was a type of shrapnel unique to the Ming army's cannons.
Because the entire army was in despair, no one went to collect the bodies of their comrades. Azegar was used to blood. He expressionlessly pushed away the soldier's body and quietly watched the Ming warships.
These enemies had only fought him head on for a short period of time. They had been scheming all this time. Azegar's navy had used schemes before, but they usually used schemes to fight head on. Up until now, the Ming army had been fighting head on with schemes, and using traps as their main weapon.
Azegar didn't accept this. He really didn't accept this from the bottom of his heart. He hoped that he could be defeated like a knight, but the Ming army wouldn't give him this chance.
The cannons of the Portuguese army also started to fire back. Azegar looked around his fleet and asked himself, "Is my fleet going to die in the Far East? How am I going to charge out? "
At this time, he noticed that the Ming camp had changed again. Thick smoke rose from the rows of warships. It wasn't gunpowder smoke. Balls of thick black smoke pressed down on the sea and rolled over with the wind. Azegar choked on the air and immediately squatted on the ground to cough. The soldiers on the warships in front of him were covered in tears and snot from the thick smoke.
Two guards helped him stumble back to the cabin and covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel. Another unconventional method of fighting! Azegar was furious. All the warships were shrouded in clouds of smoke. Even though the sea wind kept blowing the smoke away, more smoke kept coming.
The thick smoke was pungent and suffocating, with a foul stench that almost suffocated people. They could no longer see the positions of the Ming warships. The cannoneers could only wipe their tears and fire blindly with their red and swollen eyes.
Using the main fleet as bait and the wolf pack tactic to drive them away, the real way to destroy the Portuguese fleet was to use mines and chemical weapons. Azegar knew he couldn't keep going. The Ming army had too many warships. If every ship had something to make poisonous smoke, his soldiers would be suffocated to death.
Gritting his teeth, Azegar gave his last order, "Order the fleet to break out. Turn thirty degrees to the starboard side, and use the five damaged warships as the vanguard to carve out a path of survival!"
The Portuguese naval fleet once again pulled the anchor and set sail in the billowing smoke. The soldiers closed their eyes with tears and snot as they fumbled to raise the sails. Amidst a series of heart-wrenching coughs, they set off to the right side of the Ming army with their backs to the Ming army.
The thick smoke blurred the vision of the soldiers, making it impossible for them to accurately follow the five warships in front of them. At the same time, there were large vats of naval mines that were anchored and tied to the bottom of the warships with ropes and bamboo rafts. From time to time, they would hook onto the bottom of the warships like swaying seaweed. There were also many mobile naval mines that were half-submerged in the water. Although their lethality was limited, their psychological deterrence was great. Under their continuous explosions, the panicked Portuguese warships began to crash into more large naval mines.
The first warship, Giant, was too damaged. It tore a few holes in the water and began to sink before it could charge out of the minefield. The sailors cried and tried to ask for help from their companions, but no one cared about them. The minefield that followed went around it with the determination to die and continued to charge forward. The other warships followed closely.
Azegar hardened his heart and cold-bloodedly ignored his soldiers. He ordered the warships to escape at all costs. Right now, he only wanted to escape back to Mancika. As long as he could carry some fresh water and food, it would be enough for him to start the first stage of his escape.
As for the other supplies he needed, he could loot them along the way. He had to escape back to India. Even if the great Portuguese Royal Navy was reduced to beggars on the sea, he had to save a few warships for Governor Arbukirk, even if it was only ten. Otherwise, this failure could be the beginning of the Portuguese Kingdom's decline.
Adventurers always liked to get rich overnight, but the greater the profit, the greater the risk. One failure could send them into a situation of eternal damnation.
There were no more terrifying explosions in front of them. At the same time, they had rushed out of the Ming army's poisonous smoke formation. Five of the warships were destroyed, forever left in that terrifying sea. Less than ten battleships escaped unscathed, while the rest were more or less damaged.
The Ming army's fleet discovered that they had rushed out of the minefield and began to chase after them. Azegar hurriedly inspected the fleet and then ordered Captain Mourinho of the Intrepid to be the battlefield commander. He would lead the nine warships with serious leaks to fight the Ming army to the death. The remaining eleven warships used the time they had won to return to Mancika.
The Ming army's warships of all sizes rushed over. The nine Portuguese warships that couldn't move were quickly engulfed by the wolf pack. The hand-to-hand combat began again.
A group of Super Saiyans with sharp axes and longswords, whose eyes were as swollen as peaches, desperately opened their eyes and used their watery eyes to search for the spearheads of their opponents, who were constantly moving back and forth.
Han Wu left behind five warships with damaged masts to assist Peng Shaosha's fleet. He himself led fifteen undamaged warships and chased after the Portuguese fleet with nearly thirty small boats.
It wasn't that Azegar didn't think of the possibility that Mancika could be captured by the Ming army, but he had too many reasons to rush back to investigate. He couldn't ignore the huge wealth that the fleet had plundered; he couldn't ignore his wife and children; although the archbishop was a hateful person, he couldn't leave him here and incur the wrath of the king; the warships couldn't go without supplies. Besides the lack of food, they also didn't have much ammunition left.
The fleet was about to enter the bay. It was calm in front, and there were no warships blocking them outside the bay. "Thank God!" Azegar shouted, and with a tearful voice, he ordered the five warships behind the fleet to use the bay's terrain to block the Ming army's pursuers and buy time for the entire fleet.
'Lucky' was the first to enter the bay, and Azegar's' Earl 'followed closely behind. When the huge body of the ship slid across the sea and went around the green peaks of the bay, the smooth and vast bay appeared in front of them. Everyone on the' Earl 'was stunned.
Far to the left, a row of neatly arranged warships were sailing out to the sea. The fishhook-shaped route seemed to be blocking their possible escape route, but Azegar didn't have time to care about that. He stared at the huge monster in front of him, the terrifying killing machine.
Its body was covered in pitch-black cannon muzzles. If it wasn't floating on the sea that they had just left in the morning, Azegar would have thought that this stable steel monster was a castle built here a long time ago.
The poor Fortune was moving too fast. Perhaps it was to avoid the sharp and heavy ram that could plow a mountain, it must have made a sharp turn when it lowered the sails and threw the cat. So now it was facing the side of the giant ship with its rear, obediently like a yellow-beaked duckling swimming beside a mother duck. But instead of warm wings on top of its head, there were rows of awe-inspiring cannon muzzles.
Behind the giant ship, there was a row of warships docked quietly. Azegar roared, "Full rudder left, full rudder left, lower the sails, drop the anchor, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Boom!" The sharp turn caused the seawater to roll out like a huge wave, and when it reached the foot of the huge ship, it had already become gentle waves. The 'Earl' barely stopped turning and was not cut in half by the plow blades. But the warships that followed were not so lucky.
There was less and less space for them to turn, and one ship crashed into the rear of another that had stopped. The other ship collided with the other warships until their sides shattered, and the two ships rubbed against each other tightly.
The scattered warships looked like the scene of a traffic accident. The ironclad ship was still quietly docked in the bay, and Azegar did not move either. He noticed that there were a few cannon muzzles on the bow of the ship, which meant that the ship did not need to turn and could immediately open fire, using its heavy cannons to blow up the small ship under its nose.
Azegar's gaze continued to move upwards. The Chinese -style architecture, the cabins were like magnificent palaces and pavilions, carved with dragons and phoenixes, extremely dignified. On the tall flagpole at the bow of the ship was a golden flag that fluttered with the sea breeze. The slanting sunlight shone on the top of the pole, and it was a graceful China dragon that was about to take flight.
Someone shouted in a loud and dignified tone, but Azegar did not understand the meaning. He saw that with these words, the sails of the huge ship slowly rose with a rumble. At this time, the sun was slanting to the west, and when the three huge main sails rose, it immediately covered the sky, and the surrounding light was dimmed.
The chaotic soldiers on the Portuguese ships quietened down, and looked at the other party's movements in fear.
The raising of the huge sails instantly pulled many anchors in the water straight. Azegar was sure that if all these anchors were raised, his scattered warships would be plowed out of the bay by the ship in front of him.
Someone shouted again, in Portuguese, "General Azegar, Ming Destiny … Ming Destiny Yang Ling, Governor General, requests that you immediately board … board the 'Mighty General' and surrender to the navy of Ming Destiny!"
Azegar squinted and looked over. A pale man stood on the bottom deck of the huge ship. It was Captain Luis Diego.
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