Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Lin Zheng felt that his luck was good.

Since the Battle of Yingzhou, he has been lucky. When he was chosen to go to the far side of the sea, he was desperate and left a will.

After all the hardships, he finally completed the task successfully.

He felt that he would be knighted sooner or later, this is what Xing Hebo said.

——After the benefits of rubber and corn are revealed, it will probably be when you are knighted.

But what he was a little confused about was Huang Jinlu's choice.

Fang Xing said that they would have a lot of benefits in the future, but Huang Jinlu chose to live in seclusion without hesitation.

What is he afraid of?

If he had entered officialdom at that time, he would have been better than Chen Mohun.

Why is he unwilling?

Lin Zheng didn't understand that during the voyage that year, Huang Jinlu's determination gave him a deep impression, and he was regarded as the mainstay of the fleet.

He smiled, thinking that he was stunned.

He thumped the mast, full of energy.

Yes, I can still fight at sea for thirty years!

Today's emperor has clear rewards and punishments. As long as he is not the one with a deep background, he will be promoted.

Lin Zheng has no background, otherwise he would not have been sent to search for rubber seeds.

He looked forward, the sea breeze was blowing on his chest, and he only felt that the blood in his chest was rushing.

"I think the enemy is not far away, my lord."

The lieutenant was looking ahead with a telescope. He also wanted to take the opportunity to make merits, and when he had accumulated enough merits, he could be promoted.

"My lord, Daming founded the country for many years, and now is the day when my generation of warriors came to the fore!"

The lieutenant admired longingly: "If we can catch the traces of the Taixi fleet this time, my lord, uncle will definitely give us a credit."

Lin Zheng raised the binoculars and warned: "The more so, the more cautious I will be when I wait. Don't be domineering, otherwise I will ask myself... what is that?"

The lieutenant felt stunned in his heart, and when he heard the words, he searched the past with a telescope.

"The ship was found..."

The lookout post began to yell, "It's the Taixi ship, it's the enemy!"

Lin Zheng ran to the front in a few steps, and before he raised the telescope, the stern shout from the lookout post came again.

"More than ten ships, adults, more than ten ships! Five big and eight small."

The lieutenant turned around and looked at the five ships behind him, and said excitedly: "My lord, shall we fight?"

Lin Zheng nodded and said, "The number is evenly matched. The fleet they explored is not returning. There must be speculation inside. As soon as our six ships come out, they will have the answer. As for how they will deal with it..."

"My lord, what if they withdraw?"

"I'm not sure, but we only have six ships, what would they think?"

The enemy ship on the opposite side hadn't found the Ming fleet yet, but Lin Zheng didn't have much time to make a decision.

If the fleet wants to evacuate, it will slow down after turning, and it will take time to adjust the sails, so...

"go ahead!"

Lin Zheng put down the binoculars, straightened his back and said: "Uncle with the main force is behind, half a day's voyage, so we have to make them feel that Daming is here with six ships."

"It's the Ming Army!"

Lin Zheng's fleet was also found over there later.

"They only have six ships!"

Countless lights are concentrated on the commander, it is not glory, but pressure.

Fight or not?

Don't fight but run, or stop to explain.

But this is almost a surrender, and the Ming army will have to make an inch of it and ask them to get out and go back to Taixi.

Fight?

If you fight, the consequences of winning or losing will be very serious.

If he wins, will Mingren madly draw the main force from the country to hunt them down?

The commander's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Walk around, and don't let a ship go."

As long as the Ming army can be strangled to death, then he will have no merit in this battle, and he will still be a great contributor.

Disappeared!

"The storms at sea are big, many, how about a fleet that disappeared?"

The commander smiled frivolously, and everyone around him laughed.

Smiling grimly.

The fleet immediately formed a hollow formation, with its wings spread out and out.

"They are approaching! They didn't run away?!"

Some people admired the courage of the Ming army, but the commander was staring at the three warships.

After the battle of Daming Navy in Taixi, the people of Lisbon were the most impressed.

The brief contact war that took place outside the port has spread throughout the three kingdoms of Thailand and West.

-Vulnerable!

-Mysterious firearm!

——The arrogant posture of going to the country!

Rumors are flying all over the sky, and the most talked about is that the warships of the Ming army will spit fire, and none of the ships that are hit are spared.

These rumors will naturally be sorted out by interested people, but after all, they are not face-to-face profound.

The gorse suffered the same blow, and they knew what it was.

So the commander was watching the three warships carefully.

When the distance got closer, the three warships of the Ming army suddenly began to accelerate forward, and gradually began to turn.

——Their firearms are densely arranged on the flanks. When a battle is about to begin, they will turn and aim them at their enemies with the flanks.

At this moment, the commander remembered that gathering.

That was the statement made by the officer who had suffered the fire from the Ming army. In his statement, he almost described the Ming army’s warship as a heavy hammer of the devil, invincible.

And now the demon has come, and the hammer has been raised high.

Hide?

The commander's eyes gradually turned red, and the color of madness grew thicker.

"For the kingdom!"

He is a gorse, but his fleet is made up of ships from the Three Kingdoms.

But this slogan still got everyone's approval.

"For the kingdom!"

Amidst the shouts, the fleet approached quickly.

"Flanking! Let's go to the flank and avoid their side!"

The three warships were turning slowly, and Lin Zhengchudao stood on the deck, staring at the seven enemy ships in the front.

"My lord, they want to go to the flank!"

There was some tension in the lieutenant’s voice, but more excitement~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Lin Zheng did not speak, his body turned to the enemy ship along with the warship...

Under the deck, the gunners who had discovered the enemy's movements were shouting.

"Follow it! Follow it!"

The warship must follow the direction of the enemy ship to ensure that its side is facing the enemy ship.

While inserting diagonally, while turning.

This is a contest of time.

When the angle and distance of the oblique enemy ship were pulled apart, the formation of the Ming army was in vain and had to be broken up and reorganized.

Lin Zheng didn't panic, he was calculating the position of the opponent and the changes in the angle and speed of both sides.

"Two rounds!"

The lieutenant trembled in his heart and shouted joyfully: "Two rounds!"

This means that Lin Zheng has made a judgment: the warship can make two rounds of attacks before the enemy ship leaves.

"Two rounds!"

Under the deck, the officer roared: "Two rounds of shelling! I want to keep half of their ship! Chain bullets! Half of the artillery for chain bullets!"

There are seven enemy ships in the front, and at least three must be left behind!

The warship was turning, and the gunners under the deck were patient.

They felt too slow, and only the enemy ship was in their eyes.

"right……"

The officer of the artillery crew was staring at the angle. He knelt on one knee, his head tilted, and gradually turned his head...

The burning smell of the thick incense was permeating the relatively closed space, and everyone was staring at the opposite side.

When the officer's face was facing the sideboard, his right hand waved down.

"ignition……"

Countless incense sticks follow the order, starting from the left to the Huomen Pestle.

Sparks ignite...

"Right!"

Lin Zheng fixed his gaze on the enemy ship in front, and then there was a roar and vibration from under the deck.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

The slanted fan with black spots rushed out of the side, and Lin Zheng stared at the enemy ship and muttered: "I want to keep you..."