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Part One: The Storm in Penghu Chapter 515: Macau "Scaffy"

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    This time it was a big man, his huge body was very conspicuous, and he ran very slowly.

    Enduring the sparks from the match rope and waiting for the primer to ignite, Meng Jiu closed his eyes and felt the gun barrel being ignited by the propellant, the barrel of the gun quickly hitting backwards, and the projectile flying out of the barrel.

    It feels so damn good!

    Without needing to look further, he knew that he must hit the target. That guy ran too clumsily and the target was too obvious.

    The remaining ones also fired continuously with bang bang. It seemed that the harvest was not small.

    The assistants who loaded the medicine were not happy, and started to gossip: "Just because you are so happy with the fight, you have to ask us to open the meat, go to the battlefield, and concentrate on loading the medicine!"

    "No, if you don't ask me to hit you, it would be too bullying!"

    "Sir, please let me fire two shots too!"

    Battlefield discipline restrained these guys, but Meng Jiu didn't care about the nonsense of his subordinates. He gave the gun to his assistant, took out his waist knife, looked at Shi Weide who was catching up, and asked for instructions: "Colonel, are you chasing to the end?  ?¡±

    "Pursue!" Without any hesitation, Shi Weide issued this order

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    Just when the Ming army landed in Japan in large numbers, a Thai-Spanish ship was slowly coming from Haojing (Macau) towards Japan.

    This is the "Sigofei".

    Sitting in the cabin of the Scofield, the young captain Seth was reading the diary left for him by his father and the old captain of the Scofield.

    The front is a running account as usual.  When I finally turned to the last page, I suddenly saw big words at the top of the page.  "The whole story of Macau being attacked by the British and the Dutch" made my heart skip a beat.  He remembered it clearly.  Similar content was recorded in my father's sailing diary.

    He immediately found his father's diary and began to compare the contents. He found that the two paragraphs were the same, not even a single symbol was different.  He was stunned on the spot holding the diary.

    He read the contents of the diary carefully and found out that when they returned to China.  They were on the same ship and were attacked by British and Dutch warships on the way. My father fought alongside them.  Both diaries did not indicate the year, only January 14th according to the Western calendar was written.  But judging from the events they described, it should be the year of his birth.

    After carefully analyzing the contents of the diary, I found that this paragraph of the old captain was not related to the previous content, and was placed on the last page of the diary. It was obviously added later.  The father's diary is coherent, with detailed records of the incident, as well as messy calculations and charts, from which we can conclude that this is the original story.

    At the bottom is a line of small handwriting, which seems to be an oath of oath.  Just like the oath that everyone must recite when they enter seaman school.

    "He must gain more secular power by seeking an official career and assist the development of the Holy Religion in the Far East. All Jesuits should obey his orders, support him at all costs, and complete the secret mission. All knights who believe in God must  We should obey his command and follow the instructions of the Holy Pope to recover all the lost lands in the Far East."

    The more he read, the more frightened he became.  A heart beat wildly.

    My father was not familiar with the old captain. How could his suitcase be on this ship and placed in the cabin so preciously that even his own daughter was not allowed to open it?  There were obviously no valuables inside, just some navigational tools, diary charts and the like.  These things are very important to him, but they are worthless to others.  You can buy them for a little money in Portuguese sailing shops.

    He recalled what his mother had said, describing his father's glorious achievements: "We returned to China on the Isabel and gave birth to you when we were approaching Macau. Your father was a brave general who once led Portuguese sailors to seize a British warship and captured it.  Four new Dutch artillery pieces. His courage, wisdom and leadership impressed the church. They dedicated the four artillery pieces to the Ming Dynasty and assisted them in training gunners in order to expand their missionary work in China.

    "Their move was deeply appreciated by the Pope. The Macau Church was rewarded for this, allowing them to recruit more missionaries, expand their influence in the Far East Diocese, and move the headquarters of the Far East Diocese from Goa, India, to Macau, China. We return again  While in Europe, he received a special audience from the Pope and arranged for him to work at the Academy of Sciences.¡±

    There is such a close relationship between my father and the Pope!  He suddenly realized this.  Why have you never thought of this before?  In his impression, his father was just a general who led troops, a scholar born and raised in the Ming Dynasty, who happened to know a little bit about Western science and technology.  It is an extremely high honor for an ordinary believer from a Far Eastern diocese to receive a special audience from the Pope!

    He remembered the oath he just made.  Who is this person the old captain is talking about?  What kind of mission is that secret mission?  at all costsWhat exactly does support at all costs mean?  Is this just an oath, or an exact record?

    When I was puzzled, I suddenly heard a loud noise and the cabin suddenly shook violently.  He jumped up from the bed, opened the hatch and rushed to the deck, when a huge water column rushed towards him.  He subconsciously rushed up the gangway and pulled Rosalin behind him as she came downstairs.  A huge wave rushed over and knocked the two of them down onto the deck.  Rosalin threw herself to the floor, and the exquisite Chinese porcelain in her hand fell to pieces.

    In his ears, he only heard his assistant John shouting: "Left, left, avoid the bombardment!" His heart suddenly shook, knowing that another enemy was coming, he jumped up and rushed into the command cabin.  I saw Peter struggling to turn the helm, and a sailor next to him reported to him: "Master Captain! The Dutch warship fired at us. Should we fight back or avoid it, please give us your instructions!"

    Seth hurriedly picked up the lookout glass and saw a large ship approaching quickly on the sea a mile ahead. Several huge cannons were set up on the bow, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at their ship.  A gust of sea breeze blew through his wet clothes, and he couldn't help but shudder. His heart suddenly rose in his throat. Could it be that the signal flare just now was actually launched by the Dutch?  The original intention was to notify the dock to pick up the ship, but instead it became a secret signal.  Caught yourself off guard?

    The other side's shelling suddenly stopped, and John rushed in with tears on his face: "It's okay. They didn't fire too accurately. The next round of shelling will be at least two minutes later. Their firepower is too strong, we'd better change the route quickly. It's close to  Their artillery is farther away."

    Seth looked at the water column beside him, his heart moved, and he rushed onto the deck again regardless of everything.  As soon as they appeared, several cannonballs roared over and fell into the water not far from the ship, causing huge waves to reach the sky.  John rushed forward soon after.  Push him to the ground.  The two people lay on the deck, letting the huge waves pour down their heads.

    Finally, when one round of shelling passed, the two of them helped each other to stand up.  Seth shook the water droplets from his hair and wiped the seawater from his face.  Making a judgment: "Judging from the trajectory of the cannonballs, they were not aiming at our ship. If I am not wrong, they were just demonstrating against us."

    John breathed a sigh of relief and frowned: "This is not far from Macau. When did it become their territory? Do we want to fight back?"

    Seth glanced at him and said: "Are you sure you can sink their ship? Before they sink our ship?" John spread his hands and shrugged: "Then avoid it! Let our ship move back half a mile  , go around through another channel. Although there are some reefs there, at least there are no Dutch or cannons. "

    John commanded the fleet to change course, retreat three miles to the southwest, avoid the waters occupied by the Dutch, and approach the Macau pier from the south end - to be precise.  It is a mudflat that has not yet become land.

    Seth looked ahead through the lookout mirror, estimated the distance to the coast, and told Peter: "This place is full of shoals. Our ship may not be able to dock and will have to anchor in this deserted place. You can take a boat ashore later."  , John and I stayed on the ship to see if we could find an opportunity to enter the port.¡±

    Pete nodded and said: "Well, the Dutch will not always patrol the sea. We can always find opportunities to sneak in. They have never been able to stop the three of us." Seth looked at him and smiled knowingly.  Reminds me of my childhood memories.  John said seriously: "Of course, their women are waiting at the port."

    Rosalin was confused when she heard this: "Where did you sneak in again? It doesn't sound like a good thing." John laughed and said: "Men have a lot of secrets, so don't ask too many girls! Look at the distance.  Nice view, good for your eyes.¡±

    Rosalin took the lookout glass and saw a patch of green on the sea in front of her, lush and mist-shrouded, like a forest floating on the sea. She said in surprise: "This is the legendary mangrove, right? It's so beautiful! We can go and play in it.  "Of course you can," John said with a smile, "but you need to change into a boat and change into a maid's clothes - if you don't want to get your skirt dirty."

    Hearing the word "maid", Seth suddenly remembered something, smiled regretfully and shook his head: "Oh, we have delayed landing for so long, Anna may have to wait impatiently. It seems that lunch will not be available."

    John said calmly: "I don't mind if she waits a little longer. Then she will cherish the days when we go home, with less nagging and complaining, and more food and comfort." Seth then laughed and said, "Then  I'm afraid it's your wishful thinking. Even if we go back tomorrow morning, her nagging will never be reduced. "

    Rosalin sighed and said: "I thought only women were talkative, but now it seems that men are the same, and they actually talk bad about girls behind their backs. Be careful if Anna finds out, she will disqualify you from dinner." John  Sticking out his tongue and smiling: "Thenhorrible.  You don't know that I'm almost fainting from hunger.  "

    Pete listened with a smile on his face and did not intervene in the debate between the three. He just held the helm steadily with one hand and looked ahead from the porthole from time to time.

    Suddenly, the vision ahead became blurry, and a cannonball landed a hundred meters away, stirring up huge jets of water.  Peter was so frightened that he subconsciously turned the rudder and adjusted the course, trying to stay away from the threat of the shells.  When the water column on the sea settled down, a small sailboat appeared in the field of vision, speeding from north to south, as if it was being chased and running away.  From time to time, cannonballs fell behind, causing huge waves. The boat bumped and undulated on the cusp of the wind and waves, and dangers appeared and disappeared.

    Rosalin suddenly saw this scene in the lookout mirror and couldn't help but scream.  Seth grabbed the observation mirror and rushed up to the observation deck in two or two steps. He looked towards the sea in the distance and saw clearly that it was a small fishing boat. There were about ten people sitting on the boat, all dressed as fishermen. Two of them were on the bow.  The others held on to the side of the ship desperately to prevent it from being tossed into the sea by the waves.  The big ship was chasing after her. The small sailboat was very nimble and kept turning corners and changing directions. The big ship was unable to do anything for a while.

    When he saw the direction of the big ship clearly, Seth couldn't help but be shocked. They were really enemies on a narrow road. The warship chasing the small ship in front of him was the Dutch warship that had just shelled the demonstration.  Alas, after going around and around, I still couldn't dodge it, and it actually landed at their gunpoint again.

    What's even more surprising is that the person at the helm of the boat is actually a young girl, wearing a blue flowered cloth jacket, the hat was blown behind by the sea breeze, her hair is draped on her shoulders, it seems that she has been fighting in the wind and waves for a long time, but I don't know where she got the courage.  With such strength, he was not afraid of the hail of cannons and bullets. He maneuvered the sailboat flexibly with his hands and feet, dodging left and right in the rough sea. Although the cannonballs rained down like rain, they were never able to hit the hull.

    Rosalin was full of sympathy and urged: "The boat is about to be hit by a cannonball! It's too dangerous. Let's go rescue her! Hurry!" She reached out and grabbed Peter's arm: "Hurry up and put the boat down to meet her. Oh.  , No, it¡¯s too far away from them, maybe we need to get closer.¡± Peter stood still and looked at Seth: ¡°I want to follow the captain¡¯s instructions.¡±

    Seth hesitated for a moment. Logically speaking, it is the duty of a knight to act bravely when seeing justice. No one could bear to see them being bombarded by cannons.  It's just that the opponent's artillery is too powerful. His ship has just avoided the bombardment, and now he rushes out to save people under their noses, which is tantamount to setting himself on fire.  When the time comes, they are forced to go to war with the Dutch. There is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides. It will be like hitting a stone with an egg. It will not save others, but will kill a ship of its own people.

    While hesitating, the small sailboat suddenly turned around and rushed towards the mangrove forest.  The Dutch ship pursued half a mile and suddenly stopped. A shell roared over and hit the stern of the boat.  The hull of the boat immediately tilted, and more than a dozen fishermen fell into the sea.

    Seth had no time to continue thinking and ordered: "Let the boat go!" John led a few Portuguese sailors to the deck, put down the two small boats in a hurry, and rowed towards the fishermen who fell into the water.

    The second cannonball came over again, but instead of aiming at the small boat, it came straight towards the big ship.  Pete's heart was in his throat, and he hurriedly hugged Rosalind and lay down on the deck.  There was only a loud noise and a large column of water fell from the sky, but the ship's hull was not seriously damaged.  It turned out that the big ship was parked far away, far out of the range of the opponent's artillery. The cannonballs were obviously not as powerful and fell several feet away.  In a moment, the Portuguese sailors had rescued the fishermen and quickly rowed close to the ship. Peter directed them to drag everyone on board.  John was pulled up last and kept rubbing his eyes with his hands.

    Seth commanded the ship to turn around and head south rapidly.  All the sailors knew very well that they had no choice but to intervene to save people this time, which was considered to be a rift with the Dutch. The enemy's firepower was so strong that they could not afford to offend them and could not afford to hide. They had to take shelter at sea first.  Piaotian Literature registered members recommend this work
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