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Chapter Twelve Coming to War

The Saint-Bablo was a large ship built by the Habsburg royal family in the shape of a Galen ship. To be precise, the owner of this ship was the king of Spain and the Netherlands, Philip II.

The sound of cannons roared one after another on the periphery, but the huge warship with a stable center of gravity would not be attacked at all because of the escort of the outer fleet, and continued to counterattack with the long cannons carried on the ship. Of course, due to the distance too far, the results were also minimal.

What is incompatible with the outside battlefield is the bow cabin. This ship carries several nobles, so the captain's room on the stern building is actually not the leader of the ship, so the passengers here have absolute say.

But now, fierce quarrels are experiencing in guest rooms with extravagant furnishings.

"The Chinese, a dozen Chinese, attacked in an orderly manner, bombarded our cargo ships with artillery. Our huge warships were like several turtles, and would only be beaten around the sea, and would not hit them and kill them. These idiots were about to break my glass!"

The speaker was Fidel, who was born in a naval officer family, and his father's surname was Alvaro. This surname gave him an extraordinary status on this ship. His distant brother was named Bazan, the commander of the Naples Navy, and the Marquis of Santa Cruz, Spain. He was ordered to join the Holy Alliance and fight against the Ottoman Empire.

Fidel was also a conqueror and made great contributions in the encirclement of Algerian pirates, but this did not prevent the years of turning to the court to help the emperor with government affairs, which made his theory of naval warfare obsolete.

Fire up, hit the enemy, throw soap at the opponent's deck, and win the battle of the invincible battle.

In this respect, he, like many Spanish captains of this era, were not like bullfighters.

Like a cow.

"We should not continue to fight them now. Their flexible ships prevent us from winning quickly. We have to retreat to Manila."

Fidel said this with confidence, pressing his fist hard on the corner of the table, saying, "This fleet is pitifully weak at sea, but they have five or six hundred men, a considerable number of artillery and muskets, which sunk two communication boats and severely damage the gunship."

Fidel's words made many people in the room agree, and someone held a wine glass and said, "Yes, there are less than 3,000 Spaniards in the entire Philippine archipelago, and even fewer soldiers are there, let alone fighting the Luzons. If they are allowed to land on the island, they will rob our plantations and mines, and even destroy the shipyard to take away the Han ship workers, which is not conducive to the subsequent war."

"After occupying Cebu, we discussed whether to attack Ming Dynasty or to compete with Portugal for the spice archipelago. Spices are not expensive in the old continent now, and Luzon also has spices. If we don't provoke Portugal, we will fight the Ming Dynasty. We have prepared tens of thousands of servants. The commander of Manila is rushing to build ships and artillery day and night, and deploying fortifications to prevent the attacks of the Ming Dynasty in October."

Hearing this, Fidel smiled and said, "That Chen Mu, maybe he is also preparing, worried that the fleet would suffer a storm when crossing the ocean. I heard that the people in Chao were not keen on sailing, and the Han people in Luzon could not go back. The best sailors and boatmen were traitors in their country and would be killed on the coast."

"I'll tell the captain that we should return to Manila and after destroying their fleet." Fidel smiled and walked towards the hatch, "Manila needs hundreds of us soldiers!"

"No." Fidel was about to leave when he was grabbed by another person and said, "The treasure ship cannot dock in Manila in the summer. If the storm comes, the ship will be damaged."

"We said no...what is that?"

Fidel looked out through the window, and just glanced at it, then turned his head and ran out of the cabin. Everyone around him didn't understand what was going on, and saw Fidel running out like a gust of wind, and exclaimed immediately after everyone by the window.

Two giants on the sea were each carrying their fleets, one left and one right, and while seeing them, the sound of war drums gradually came to their ears.

On the stern of the Chihai Ship, four huge war drums on both sides were beaten by shirtless strongmen. Through the telescope, Chen Mu looked at the Spanish Garen ship with a huge relief like a fortress, revealing his covetousness - he wants this ship, he wants this ship!

Chen Mu didn't know how to describe this huge Spanish ship, which was more geometric than the Chihai ship, and it also had a wide bottom and narrow top, making its center of gravity very stable. However, although there were two layers of artillery decks with twelve portholes on one side, it seemed that the gun position had not been fully fired, and the exposed barrel caliber did not look exaggerated.

Four tall masts, two masts on the front are hanging on the railings and two masts on the back are hanging on the spinnakers.

In fact, the length of this ship is similar to that of the Red Sea, but it is a little taller. The reason why it feels visually taller than the Red Sea is that the bow of the St. Barbulo is a knight relief that is six or seven meters high. The knight's rifle is the splint on the bow, and each piece of the huge canvas is painted with the Burgundy cross symbolizing the Habsburg.

It is obvious that its cargo capacity is much stronger than that of the Chihai, and there are much more sailors on the ship, as well as those mistakenly traversed by complex sailing ropes.

Chen Mu thought in his mind that the non-combat boatman on this ship might have to go for more than 100, but there were more than 200 people on the upper deck alone. Once they were on the sidelines, they would probably face more than 300 fully armed Spanish soldiers.

Although the staff on the Chihai Ship and the northern generals who had not passed the naval battle had already been transferred to other ships before the war, Chen Mu still did not intend to join the Spanish. He only had more than 200 water men on the Chihai Ship, and the bow and stern tower was one or two floors lower than the other, so he was completely bullied when fighting.

But in terms of number and speed of artillery, the Red Sea ship is a little better than the San Bablo, and the Spaniard's sea fortress is too slow.

Retracting his gaze from the opponent's main ship, Chen Mu ordered to the left and right flag managers: "Let the two fleets go up and fight, clean up the small boat first, ignore the big ship, and stay away from him."

After saying that, Chen Mu shouted to the helmsman: "Go around and be two miles away from it, so something happens to support you."

The opponent of the Saint-Babul is not Chihai, but General Deng’s iron-clad ship like a turtle on the sea.

As the Red Sea ship approached the San Bablo, two small shark boats were sunk, one large shark boat was knocked down by Clark's forecastle, and one was hooked by the quilt rope thrown by the Spaniards from the Clark's ship and was gradually pulled into the boarding line.

Both of the Spanish Clarks played their due role, but the opposite was that the two of their escorts, the Calaville ships were sunk, the other was broken, the mast deck was gone, and the stern of a large houseboat was ignited by fire tools. They were trying to escape in thick smoke, but were soon caught up by several small shark boats.

It's just a matter of time before it sinks.

Like a thunderbolt coming from the horizon, Deng Zilong's ironclad ship led a shark ship to sprint towards the Saint-Bablo until five hundred meters away. It was not until nearly three hundred meters that it gradually adjusted its direction and pushed the ship across to face the Spanish treasure ship.

The first to fire was the Saint-Barbo. Two huge cannons with a caliber on the bow of the ship bombarded when Deng Zilong turned the direction. One fell swoop, and the other smashed through the rear mast sail of the ironclad ship. The huge stone bomb almost tore the canvas and broke the sail bones from Deng Zilong's head. Everyone was shocked to hear the sound of cannons and then they lowered their bodies.

Deng Zilong looked up hatefully at the sails breaking on the helm, and raised his sword to point straight at the enemy ship.

"fire!"

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The sea battle throws soap from the Spanish Arranzóde Chavez wrote "Seaman's Treasure Archive" in 1530
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