Yang Ce's anxiety also appeared in the hearts of Canada Australia on the Santa Caterina. They all knew when their reinforcements would arrive roughly, but they were also worried about whether the other party's reinforcements could arrive in time.

On the fourth night of the pursuit, the navigator on the Santa Caterina reported that it was still one day and one night away from the port of Malindi. Canada Australia ordered the lights on the ship, lowered the sails, and quietly moored on the sea, like a giant beast shrouded in shadows, waiting for its prey to take the bait.

There were many Portuguese sailors on the deck, and the gunners stood behind sixteen circumferential cannons nailed to the side of the ship, and the lower deck equipped with heavy artillery also extended the gun window to the gun window. More sailors put on their best armor from the cabin, holding all kinds of weapons, staring at the dark and calm sea.

Darkness and sea water are two things that are inherently fearful to humans.

But they have no fear in their hearts. At this moment, they are the incarnation of fear.

The captain Gaau, who was covered with velvet-eaves, walked slowly across the deck, whispered to cheer his men, and followed him a row of sailors holding unignited torches, he ordered: "The battle begins, you ignite all the torches on the ship."

More knowledge than others made him tired of knowledge. In Mogadishu, if it weren't for the "Ming Army that followed closely" after the Ming pirates, if the Lina, who had led the retreating Lina to the Ming ship at the first time, might have ended this four-day and four-night pursuit that was exhausting for both physical and mentally long.

He waited until four days later, and finally found that in the long pursuit of slowing down the speed, there was only one bright ship with a firepower and a bright ship with not such strong troops.

God knows what gave Ming people such courage, a ship chased the Santa Caterina for four days and four nights?

What made Ming people have the illusion that they could defeat them?

In fact, on the other side of the ocean, the pirates of Baihu, who were sailing through the waves, also had great doubts. They expressed to the leader more than once that they might not be able to win once the war started, but whenever the leader asked: What can we do if we cannot win?

They will still choose to continue chasing.

This is not out of a competitive heart, nor is it related to the outcome, it only concerns the dignity of their professional ethics.

When they fight, some of them are likely to die or they may not win in the end, but when they see a big fish, they must not let themselves turn around and leave. They must give it a try.

Maybe... reinforcements arrived?

Yang Ce's plan to recruit local natives was extremely successful. Although he was attacked by the local black-skinned fist-haired people using long bows and short spears as slave ships, he found a businessman who had been to Malindi in the fishing village. The merchant's name was Ali, who could speak some Portuguese. For the sake of Bai Yin, he was happy to board the ship to recruit people for him.

"I will not join your battle. Before the battle begins, I will put me on the shore and recruit a strong man on the road to give me such a big piece of cloth." Ali has obvious Arab ancestry, but his skin is like the northern Arabs, and he is covered with black. He shook his hand gently and talked with Asian pirates with a slight mercy. He stared at him slightly and showed the smell of money, saying, "I can sell your spoils on the spot for you."

Yang Ce leaned against the mast and blew the evening breeze. He watched Ali use his hand to make a long journey of about one foot. He lifted the Indian cotton cloth under his feet and gestured a foot square with a knife. Then he said, "This is one foot. You have collected fifty-eight people for me, including seventeen of them with their own weapons. I will give you seventy-foot cloth."

"No, fifty-eight feet." It didn't seem like this was the first time Ali cooperated with pirates. Looking at Yang Ce, Sun Liu and others, he kept prudent and insisted: "I just want what I should ask, you will put me on the shore, right?"

This answer made Yang Ce and Sun Liu look at each other and laugh. Even Sun Liu, who has been busy intimidating Ali, couldn't bear to intimidate him anymore. He just said to Yang Ce: "He can't get off the boat, only he can speak Portuguese with you. Without him, you can't speak to those people. They look like good at eating this bowl of rice, but they don't know how to start."

After Ali's brief recruitment, they recruited fifty-eight sailors four times. Some of them were restless pirates who were very familiar with offshore life. Some heard that Yang Ce paid for money to recruit people to fight with the Portuguese and then boarded the ship, so that the Baihu was close to full at this time. These people were generally tall and thin, and they only had a circle of linen around their waists on their waists. A few of them looked like they were wearing clothes and boarding the ship.

But now it's better. Yang Ce seized the Portuguese clothes and was sent to them. They put on their clothes and then picked up the armor on the ship, holding long bows, short spears and short swords, which seemed like that.

The biggest drawback is that so many people are not able to use firearms, which is disappointing.

"You can't get off the boat for a while, but I will keep you alive..."

At this moment, the lookout hand on the tower holding Yang Ce's inferior divine eyepiece given by Lin Feng quickly climbed down, and went to Sun Liu to whisper a few words. Then Sun Liu told Yang Ce the news and interrupted what he wanted to say. He frowned in surprise, pushed Ali into the cabin, and quickly climbed up to the tower with Sun Liu.

The young lookout finger pointed at the distance approximately. Sun Liu held the divine eyepiece and handed it to Yang Ce, saying, "Their ship fire is out. I don't know what it means to stop there. I look at the strange and cautious person."

It is indeed not easy to find without looking carefully. The distance is nearly ten miles away. Yang Ce carefully searched the sea for two rounds before he found that the Portuguese ship with a huge hull has now turned off all the lights and even the sails have descended, leaving only the huge outline in the shadows quietly anchored on the sea.

In the divine eyepiece, Santa Caterina was like an elephant squatting on the grassland and covering her eyes with her nose. The corners of her mouth were filled with a smile that only she knew, and she thought others could not see it.

It made Yang Ce laugh.

"What should I do? It seems to be waiting for us."

Sun Liu didn't notice the smile on Yang Ce's face. The wind on the mast was very strong, making him squint and said, "It seems that the ship wants us to go over from the side and use the cannon to blast us first."

"What else can we do? Thank you Chen Shuai. If it weren't for this thing, it would be too late to find them." Yang Ce inserted the shoddy divine eyepiece back to his waist and patted Sun Liu: "We go from the left side, and when we are about to turn the rudder and bombard him with the port side, turn around and leave. He will take a while to lift the sail, but he won't be able to hit us."

This can create an advantage for them, but unfortunately there are no heavy artillery on the ship.

"Go ahead at full speed, let's take a closer look at this big belly!"
Chapter completed!