Take the arsenal to Da Ming

Chapter 95

It is feasible to use small boats to accept the surrender of enemy warships.

Unable to ask Ye Dacheng for instructions immediately, the captain commanded the small boat to help other victorious warships accept the enemy's surrender.

Maybe some captains of the Dutch army chose to surrender because they really had other ideas, but when they saw that the boat was approaching, no one did any wrongdoing.

Because if they wanted to come, even if they sank the approaching boat, they would not be able to escape.

There is a big ship watching in the distance, as long as there is any unruly behavior, the big ship will definitely get angry.

It is really not worthwhile to exchange the lives of one or two hundred or even hundreds of people on the entire warship for a dozen soldiers of the new army.

If they really did, it would be impossible for them to surrender.

The surrendered Dutch warships were controlled one by one, and then brought together with the large ships of the new army.

The new army also rescued more than 200 Dutch soldiers who fell into the water. These people all escaped by jumping into the sea before their warships were about to sink.

But even so, there are still many dead bodies floating in the sea, almost all drowned.

Two Dutch warships were sinking slowly due to serious injuries. After the new army felt that they could not be rescued, they transferred all the Dutch prisoners on board to other warships.

There are also supplies on the warship, all that can be taken away as spoils of war.

While his subordinates were cleaning the battlefield one after another, Ye Dacheng's flagship finally got closer to a certain distance, and the 88mm anti-aircraft gun at the bow was already ready.

"Fire." The deputy gunner shouted after aiming.

The Second Artillery pulled the match violently.

With a "boom", the barrel shrank, and the shells in the barrel were fired rapidly.

The distance of about a thousand meters arrived quickly, and with a whoosh, the shell flew past the starboard side.

The crew members closest to the starboard side felt a terrifying heat wave rushing towards their faces, and the hairs all over their bodies exploded, and they backed away in fright.

Fortunately, it was only a false alarm, but when I thought that the new army had already fired, I couldn't help worrying about my own fate.

The gunners of the new army were naturally a little frustrated when they missed the hit, but they were not discouraged and immediately started loading shells.

"Bang bang bang..." While the 88mm anti-aircraft gun was loading shells, two 37mm anti-aircraft guns on the left and right were firing wildly.

The bullets are like shining fireballs, scrambling to fly towards the distance.

With a "poof", the head of a Dutch gunner exploded like a rotten watermelon, spraying red and white all over his companion.

Another Dutch soldier had a big hole in his chest, and the shells passed through his chest, tearing his whole body like rags.

The remaining two gunners, who were loading shells, froze on the spot for a moment, and then they reacted and touched their sticky faces.

Looking at the blood stains on his palms, he became dizzy for a while, and one of the gunners fell to the deck with his legs limp.

Seeing this scene, several officers and soldiers around Le Maire almost instinctively pressed Le Maire down on the deck.

At the last second when Le Maire and the others were lying on the deck, two shells swished past their heads.

A soldier not far behind them couldn't react in time, his abdomen exploded directly, and the shattered internal organs and broken intestines mixed with blood shot out like a goddess scattering flowers.

Some shells missed people when they passed the stern, so they continued to move forward, penetrated the tail sail, and hit people again.

If no one is hit again, it will continue to move forward, pass the bow of the ship until it is blocked, and then explode.

All of a sudden, there were horrified howls. These howls were not shot, but the terrified sounds of those who saw their comrades shot.

Because they were shot, they had no chance to make any sound.

Without Le Maire's order, the people on the upper deck were scrambling to lower their bodies, suppressed by the firepower of the new army, and no one dared to reload the shells and launch a counterattack.

"Blah blah blah..."

The dense shells not only passed over the upper deck, but also hit the entire ship, making dull noises.

From time to time, the screams and curses of the crew on the second deck could be heard. Obviously, the shells penetrated the hull and penetrated into the second deck.

"Shhhhhh..." The screaming sound of the shells entered Le Maire's ears, stimulating every nervous nerve in their bodies.

The sails were like paper, with holes punched one by one.

A soldier saw that a place where the sail was hit was on fire, and hurriedly got up to put out the fire, but his upper body suddenly exploded into a blood mist, and the blood rained heavily.

Blood sprayed and splattered, splashing Le Maire and the people around him. The strong smell of blood rushed straight into the nostrils, and some people couldn't help but opened their mouths and vomited.

Le Maire's arm prostrated on the deck suddenly softened, and his face directly came into intimate contact with the deck, wiping half of the blood under him.

Le Maire hurriedly wiped his mouth and face with his hands and sleeves, but the more he wiped, the more blood there was. It turned out that his hands and sleeves were already covered with blood, whether it was his own or someone else's.

Le Maire was about to cry. He simply turned over and lay on his back on the deck, looking at the blue sky and the light spots that passed quickly before his eyes from time to time...

Suddenly, there was a loud "boom", and the whole ship suddenly tilted to the left, and then fell back quickly.

"Ah..." There were screams one after another, and I don't know how many people made them.

"Their more powerful artillery hit us, hit us." A person next to Le Maire howled in horror.

They didn't know how many shells were hit just now, but the power of the previous shells was not very great. Apart from the terrible damage to the personnel, the damage to the hull was acceptable.

But the shot just now was too terrifying, it felt like the whole ship was going to be overturned.

What was even more frightening was the shocking explosion that bounced them up from such a distance, and then hit the deck again.

It seemed that this blow also woke up Le Maire.

He turned over with a grim expression, crawled forward on the deck for a certain distance, and then took out the binoculars to observe the position of Ye Dacheng's flagship.

But as soon as he took out the binoculars, a major next to him pressed him on the deck and shouted excitedly: "Your Excellency, it's too dangerous."

"What should we do? We can't escape."

Le Maire roared: "Then don't run away, fight them desperately, order to turn around, and fight them decisively."

"Lord, we can't defeat them, we will all die here, Almighty Lord, please save us." The major said to himself in pain.

"We can't defeat them. We will all be buried at the bottom of the sea. Let's surrender." Another major officer said pessimistically.

Hearing the word surrender, Le Maire grabbed the major's skirt and growled, "You coward, surrendering to those cowardly yellow-skinned monkeys will make me as shameful as surrendering to those black slaves."

At this moment, a lieutenant bowed and staggered over to report: "My lord, just now a shell hit our starboard side, and now the hull is tilted, and the speed of the ship has become even slower."

"The chief mate and several old crew members are also dead, what should we do?"

(End of this chapter)