MTL - Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty-v2 Chapter 1773 Armageddon

  Chapter 1773 The Great Battle

  Spain's royal flag was raised again.

  The debris of the ship is everywhere, falling on the surface of the sea.

  At this moment, it seemed that even the sea water was dyed red.

   Countless sailors of the Armada began to climb onto the opponent's ship and **** the spoils.

   They were not cruel to the Ottomans.

  After all...captives can ask for ransom, this is a tradition that is strictly abided by each other.

  The clippers have left the main fleet and started heading towards the land with full sail.

   This victory came too fast.

   Even the Spanish and Portuguese find it incredible.

  In fact, they have been afraid of Osman all year round!

  Although there are quite a few chances of winning in naval battles, they don't think the Ottomans are so vulnerable.

  When they continued to advance by leaps and bounds in tactics and ship manufacturing, how could they expect that the entire Ottoman navy was still standing still.

   Immediately afterwards, the fleet began to hang up the sails. They will travel all the way north and arrive at the nearest port. They need a small repair, replenish ammunition and supplies, and then turn back to take Alexandria and capture the whole of Egypt.

  After all... After the war, the Ottoman navy was destroyed, so in this vast ocean, they are the masters here, and there is no need to rush to attack.

  Duke Derek fell asleep comfortably at this time.

  It has been a long time since he went to sea, he has not slept comfortably. This sleep was very deep and sound. Even in the dream world, it seems that there are only flowers and enthusiastic cheers.

Just at this time, his deputy rushed in, interrupting his dream: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency... found an enemy ship, thirty nautical miles east of us, found a large number of enemy ships, there are more than forty ships .”

  Listening to the eager voice, Duke Derek looked annoyed.

  More than forty ships...then...it may be a squadron of the Ottoman Navy!

  For Derek, in front of the powerful Armada, such a squadron is really vulnerable, and there is no need to even inform him of the coach.

   "Ottomans?" Derek asked displeased.

   "No, it's the Ming Fleet."

   "Daming Fleet..." Duke Derek closed his eyes and became cautious.

   "Is it the Northern Province, the remnant of the Ming Fleet? Or the American Merchant Fleet of the Ming Dynasty?"

   "It was our clipper that spotted them, but their flags...it's very unusual...this is by no means an ordinary Ming Fleet..." The deputy's expression was serious!

  Duke Derek stood up, his face was stern, but he still dismissed it: "What is that?"

   "We discovered...the scum of the world, Wang Bushi..."

  Dang Wang Bushi's three weird pronunciations came from the first officer's mouth.

   Suddenly... Duke Derek's face sank.

  Wang Bushi...It's actually Wang Bushi...

  The Spaniards and Daming continued to confront each other in the Americas and the Northern Province. In this limited war, the Spaniards began to understand Daming.

  At least...the opponent's naval formation, they are the clearest.

  When the words "Xiao Zhu Xiucai" appear in the opponent's fleet, it means that the opponent may have a formation escorting or operating. Such a formation means that its scale will reach 30 warships and more than 100 auxiliary ships.

  But... once the scum of the world appears.

  As the eternal main flagship of the Daming Navy, it must be that the fleet of the Ming Dynasty is already in full force. As for the size of its fleet, then... only God knows.

  Even... the commander in chief of the opponent, if he wants to come to his position, he will never be inferior to Duke Derek in Spain.

  The ship of the scum of the world Wang Bushi is not fixed.

   Instead, only the latest launched warships, the most powerful ships can serve.

  Once the latest giant battleship is launched, the former flagship will have to abdicate.

  Because...the scum of the world, Wang Bushi, is a kind of spirit and a totem to the Daming Navy. This Mr. Wang Bushi must be the greatest Han warrior, possessing unparalleled wisdom and courage.

  Not to be underestimated!

  Duke Derek's expression finally became solemn.

   "It's impossible for the opponent to only have more than forty ships. Damn, this is the Mediterranean Sea. If it is a huge fleet, why can it enter and leave the strait silently!" Derek became angry.

That's right... The main force of the Ming Dynasty will come out, which means... there will be hundreds of warships dispatched, and more than a thousand auxiliary ships of various colors. Such a large-scale fleet, unexpectedly without warning. , entered the Mediterranean Sea, and the Spanish guards guarding Gibraltar didn't notice it at all... This... is simply a big joke.

  The deputy also looked at Duke Derek with a sullen face. In fact... when he heard Wang Bushi's name, his heart trembled.

   That is an invincible ship, it has appeared in the Golden Continent, and it has also appeared in Luzon.

   "The Ming Fleet, there is absolutely no way that there are only more than forty ships. This must be their squadron. Immediately...send a fast ship to search the nearby waters."

   "Your Excellency, the Clippers have been dispatched."

Duke Derek said seriously: "Then, it seems that the time for a decisive battle with the Ming Fleet has come. They made a huge mistake this time, and their arrogance blinded their eyes. They must not be able to imagine that in front of the Armada Fleet, The mere Ottoman navy is vulnerable. Next, the Armada will, as always, meet new enemies until all of them are buried in the bottom of the sea, even if it is the scum of the world, the same is true. Notify all ships, notify Tell them, all soldiers, that this is not the time to cheer and rejoice, get ready for battle, polish their guns and muskets, put on new sails, and we will welcome new victories!"

  The order is conveyed quickly!

  In the darkness, the ships shouted to each other.

The sea water in the Mediterranean Sea is relatively calm without any turbulent waves, but once night falls, the sea water seems to have suffered some kind of force from somewhere, and it begins to become irritable. Amidst the huge and continuous sound of the waves, the fleet maintained a defensive formation , Carefully searching for traces of the enemy, the soldiers whispered amidst the sound of the waves, some old sailors who had experienced too much, whispered to the newcomers the legend of the scum of the world.

  It's just...Compared to the terrifying human scum Wang Bushi, they are more proud of being a member of the Armada.

  This outrageously powerful fleet has not had an opponent for many years, so that His Royal Highness had to constantly disrupt the formation of the Armada, and only sent a small part to undertake the task.

  And now... the squadrons from all over the world have gathered. The largest fleet in the world, combined with the Portuguese Navy, is enough to make them fearless of any enemy.

   Frustratingly... No sign of any massive fleet has been searched nearby.

  The only thing detected was still a small fleet slowly approaching.

  The number of its ships is less than one-thirtieth of the Invincible United Fleet. Even if the auxiliary ships and fast ships are thrown away, it is far less than one-tenth of the real warships.

  The opponent is approaching, this is the alarm received by the whole fleet.

   This makes people even more confused.

   Forty ships dared to rush towards the Armada. Are they... crazy?

  Although the Clippers continued to investigate, they concluded that the opponent's warship was different from ordinary ships.

  But for Duke Derek, a ship is a ship, and it is simply impossible. There will be any superiority, even if there is a superiority, it is absolutely impossible... One is equal to ten, one is equal to a hundred. Quantity is strength.

  In the dark waves, the Armada moved slowly and cautiously.

   Until dawn.

  The dark sky seemed to suddenly emit a ray of light, like a wedge, tearing open the gap in the darkness.

   Immediately afterwards... the dawn fell, and the light fell on the mast, the king's flag, and the sail of the Red Cross.

  The bulging cross sail looks like a proud general with a big belly.

  Finally... the watchman can see the traces of the enemy ship with naked eyes.

   And so...he rang the bell.

  The bells echoed across the ships.

   Thousands of large and small ships, like locusts, spread their wings, and then tightly... swept towards the target.

  Duke Derek sensed that...the opponent's ship seemed to have dropped its sails.

   Or...the other party seems to have no sails...

   Of course...this is all just guesswork!

   Now any speculation is meaningless.

  He has determined that within a radius of tens of nautical miles, there will be no more navy.

  What he is facing is most likely a straggling partial division, or the Ming Fleet flying under the banner of the scumbag King Bushi to intimidate him.

   There was light in his eyes.

  So, he gave the order with confidence.

  Thousands of ships are launching together.

  The huge gunboat, pulling its sails, began to approach each other familiarly.

  They need to find the best angle to expose the opponent's hull to their own artillery, and then... slaughter them.

  Other ships seemed to have started to spread out in tacit agreement, blocking the direction of the opponent's breakout or escape.

  The gunboat lowered its jib, tilted its hull slightly, and began to cruise around the Ming fleet.

  Like a pack of wolves, at this moment, looking for a fighter, and then...biting the opponent's throat.

  The sailors looked at their prey excitedly, each of them was hungry and thirsty. They were excited, their blood was boiling, and they wanted to wipe out this partial division immediately.

  The sky...is getting brighter...

  Under the light of dawn.

  The dark sea began to turn blue.

   What is even more incredible is that, except for more than 30 sailing warships, the originally dark ships of Daming suddenly began to reflect dazzling light.

  This is... Iron Armor...

  …

   My stomach hurts today, it's late, sorry.

  (end of this chapter)