"Prepare to fight", the sailors on the frigate and transport ships pushed the artillery out of the porthole and adjusted the angle of the muzzle according to the command of their respective captains.

There were many Islamic revelations in the expedition fleet, but they had no fondness for the Arabs who were willing to act in the name of Allah. Everyone worked together to load, aim, and wait for the Arab fleet to enter range.

"The second ship leads the team, the transport ship follows, and the third ship slows down." A series of suona sounds conveyed Shao Yunfei's orders to each ship, the flagship, and the third ship adjust the sailing angle, deviate from the route, and separate from both sides of the fleet. The second ship where Feng Ziming is located raises the pilot flag and rushed to the front of the fleet, and the transport ship follows closely behind. With respect, the sailors watched the slowly slowing down flagship and the third frigate, slid to the tail of the team, and formed a straight line with the broken ship No. 4.

Under the setting sun, every white sail shone with golden light. The entire Ming Dynasty expedition fleet was like a phoenix in the fire, unfolding the most dazzling tail of the flames.

The Arabs were chasing behind the expedition fleet and opened their mouths. The "T" formation was the "T" formation used by the Ming navy to traverse the oceans. Some old sailors still had an impression of it. More than ten years ago, the Arabs learned long-distance water battles at the cost of blood and life in their battle with the Ming fleet. The "T" and "Yi" formations are the standard combat teams of the fleet, and each navy master's ritual is clearly written. But today, what they saw was an upside down "T" character. The three warships that were supposed to rush in front were dragged at the end of the fleet, aiming their tails at the Arab warships.

Only the madman would adopt this formation. Mohamed curled his lips disdainfully. He was a little doubtful that the legendary captain in the expedition ship was worthy of fame. He could even list this kind of beating posture. Why did the buyer specifically remind him to be more careful about this person in the information sent by the buyer?

"Become two columns, adjust the angle, and after entering the range of artillery, each ship decides to shoot at its own discretion." A string of small flags were raised on the flagship of the Arab fleet, and more than 40 warships changed their directions. They headed towards the northwest and southeast respectively. The fleet approached the Ming ships at full speed, while constantly adjusting the angle. The dark muzzles were constantly raised and raised.

"Full sails". Under Shao Yunfei's command, the sails opened together, like lotus flowers suddenly blooming on the sea surface. The fleet's speed suddenly increased to the limit, and the sea water quickly passed behind him. He had just adjusted the navigation direction and attempted to attack the Arab squadron was thrown away, and there was no time to turn around and watch the opponent leave the attack range.

"Cowardly Chinese", the commander of the squadron, Houssein, jumped on the deck and scolded him, and had no choice but to order the fleet to turn the rudder. The fierce sound of cannons sounded in the distance. One sound was hitting his heart. Houssein was not worried that his fleet would not be able to obtain it. It would be a joke to not win this battle with such a large-scale warship group. What he was worried about was whether the last vote would be obtained when the squadron he led arrived. After all, the bounty was only given to those who captured the Ming frigate. With the strength of Muhammad, when his squadron turned around and rushed to the battlefield, perhaps only the chance to cheer him.

After a big shot, the Arab squadron finally adjusted its direction and turned to the battlefield. The sound of artillery sounded far away from them, sparsely, as if the battle was coming to an end.

"Nothing can be divided", Houssein cursed his damn opponent and raised the telescope to his forehead. The battlefield in the distance was instantly pulled closer. The fire, the broken mast, the remaining sails. The sailors who struggled to cry for help were terrible. What he couldn't believe was that the Ming Dynasty expedition fleet was still proudly walking forward with the setting sun, as if nothing had happened, and even the formation of the "T" character had not changed. The sail was still as white as the battle flag was still dazzling.

"Allah, how is it possible? Are Orientals capable of magic?" Houssein thought he was confused about his eyes, put down his telescope and rubbed his eyes with his hands. When he raised the telescope again, the results he saw were even more thrilling.

A red light flashed on the sterns of the three Ming ships responsible for the break, and in an instant it was brighter than ten sunsets. Immediately afterwards, a huge column of water splashed out near the Arab fleet that was trying to gather in the expedition fleet again. With the roar, a brig warship rushing to the front suddenly stopped, and the flames rushed onto the towering mainmast.

Allah, not magic, the stern of the Eastern warships were also equipped with artillery, and the range and power of this artillery exceeded the level of artillery on Arab warships. Houssein opened his mouth wide and shouted the name of Allah to make a preliminary judgment. The first round has ended, and it seems that the fleet commander-in-chief Mohammed suffered a great loss. With the familiar naval battle method of the Arabs, his warships would inevitably choose to advance tangently with the Ming fleet without any defense, hoping to attack the opponent's stern with maximum firepower. If the detour is successful, a volley of twenty ships during the marching will give the opponent a fatal blow. This hits the opponent's mind, and the Ming fleet sets a trap and waits for it to drill.

Before the Arab ship reached the side shelling distance, Shao Yunfei had already opened fire first. The Ming frigate equipped with a tail cannon was the nemesis of this tangential tactic. The Arab warship that rushed to the front was too low to defend. A huge hole was blasted on the front of the ship by the heavy shells issued by the Ming No. 4 frigate. Before the sailors could taste the taste, the second strike had arrived. The shells shot from Shao Yunfei's ship just drilled in between the two decks and exploded. The splashes of sparks ignited the powder barrels stored between the decks. In the firelight, the Arab sailors flew into the blue sky with a dream of getting rich.

After suffering losses, Mohammed was furious and rushed towards the Ming fleet regardless of everything. However, the three captains of the Ming expedition fleet were all not mediocre. In just over thirty minutes, two more Arab warships were blasted and caught fire, and they had to withdraw from the battle.

"Boy, eat the hindsight of the uncle," Guo Feng, the captain of the No. 4 frigate, muttered and yelled, and danced with excitement. At the tail of the warship, the gunner swayed off his shirt, shook his handle bare shirt, and under the command of the gunship, the direction and firing angle of the guns were constantly adjusted. Sweat continued to seep out of the bronze back, dripping on the deck that was sunbathed for a day, turning into a cloud of water mist, and the neck dissipated without a trace.

According to Shao Yunfei's arrangement, the three frigates took turns firing, forcing their opponents to be outside the range of the Arab artillery. Mohamed changed his course several times, trying to detour to the side of the expedition fleet and come to the real showdown with Shao Yunfei. They were all seen through by Feng Ziming, the leader of the expedition fleet. The Ming fleet also continuously adjusted its course, heading east, northeast, and then east, and always used the sterns of the three broken warships to face the bow of the Arab fleet. The thrown Abbot squadron deviated from the course and could not be put into the battlefield for a while. He could only follow closely behind and watch the most exciting competition on the sea in the years.

After paying the price of one sank and three injuries, Mohammed was furious and issued an extremely absurd order to the fleet. "Disperse, do not need to maintain formation, be sure to intercept the other party."

The firepower of the ships is mainly concentrated on both sides, so it is particularly important to maintain a neat formation in naval battles. Mohamed believes that this principle is only applicable to decisive battles between fleets. The group of expedition ships in front of him are obviously aimed at escaping, and his strong family background does not have to worry about the price paid for the interception process.

As long as a ship arrives in front of the Orient and disrupts their formation, we will have a chance to win. Houssein, who is far away from the battlefield, also cheers for the decision of his commander. There are so many warships on his side and such sufficient firepower, there is indeed no need to pay attention to the stiff naval warfare script. In Yunxiao

The Arab fleet was ordered to disperse and forced to the expedition fleet from all angles like a group of sharks. Today, even if the fleet is a giant dragon, the Arabs would bite him and tear him apart. The price was still at all costs. The owner of the Hezhong District, Shahib Gilan, is a hero who is known as a lame wolf. He solemnly promised that if he captured any ship in the fleet in front of him, he could obtain a city, and if he grabbed a Japanese-class frigate, he could obtain a whole piece of earth with milk and honey.

"Ship No. 2, take over my command and become the flagship. Ship No. 4 is responsible for the fleet's rear cut. Ship No. 3, follow me." Shao Yunfei saw the changes in the formation of the Arab fleet and calmly issued a command to change the formation. The command flag was darkened by the smoke of gunpowder and heard the order falling. The light golden squadron flags rose alternately.

Captain No. 4 Guo Feng yelled in protest, stomped his feet, and gritted his teeth and followed the expedition fleet's mixed sailing transport ship.

"Old Guy", Feng Ziming felt warm in his heart, and the sound of command was mixed with sobs. The red command flag slowly rose on the main mast of the No. 2 ship, and the colors were as gorgeous as the blood of the warrior.

The Ming Dynasty expedition fleet no longer deals with the enemy, turns around and goes east, and goes east.

Behind them, Shao Yunfei led the No. 3 battleship, suddenly changed his formation, used the wind to make a beautiful whirlpool, blocking the Arab pirates one by one and the other.

The shrill sound of suona crosses the sea and looks particularly clear in the violent sound of cannons.

"Offer off", the sailor gave a long order, and dozens of wooden frames stretched out from the bottom deck and slapped back and forth. The warship suddenly accelerated, and passed by the Arab pirate who had chased the nearest, like a dragon on the sea.

Before the Arabs could react, the artillery on the side of the Japanese-class ships roared in shock, and the shells fell like raindrops and hit their ships. Several Arab warships were hit. The sailors panicked and shouted in panic, sucking sea water to put out the flames on the deck. The sailors who were injured by shrapnel ignored them and rolled back and forth on the deck in pain.

The tiger enters the wolf pack. Even though the tiger has entered its twilight years, time still cannot cover up its kingly magnificence.

At this moment, the maneuverability advantage of the Mianfan battleship was maximized by Shao Yunfei. When it was not up to the wind, it could accept the tangential wind blowing from the side and use the sails to cut the forward driving force generated by the airflow. When it was down to the wind, it could directly use the wind to move forward at high speed. The oars installed on the bottom deck made the warship change direction, and even when it turned around, greatly improving its battlefield survivability. Between the journey, several Arab warships anxiously chasing the expedition fleet were hit, and they had to slow down and urgently repair the ship.

The Arabs were angry and surrounded from all directions. On the vast sea, two Great Ming-class ships shuttled through the smoke and danced with flames and death.

After a few minutes of the death dance, it was as long as a century, and the clock seemed to be ticked slowly, every minute and every second were amplified to infinite. You can see the shells whistling the tails of flames among the ships, see it explode on the deck, and see opponents and comrades flying into the sky.

Smoke enveloped the sea area, and the bodies of sailors were floating in the clear sea water. It was hard to tell which one was Chinese and which one was Arab. Perhaps in the eyes of the Creator, they did not have much difference.

The Ming warships had been hit by Arab artillery many times, and the white sails were filled with black smoke, revealing large holes. During the fierce battle, almost nothing on the deck could be kept intact, only the Ming battle flag hanging high above the mast was bathed in the afterglow of the sunset and danced vigorously.

A cannonball roared into the side of the ship, and the sea water caused a large hole to surge in along the shell, and no one could cross the knees in an instant. Two sailors picked up a wooden board and rushed up, pressing it tightly on the hole. The sea water sprayed along the gap between the wooden board and the side of the ship, as if a big hand was squeezing inward. The two sailors pressed the board with their shoulders, and their legs kept trembling. A seriously injured man who was resting in a hammock jumped up, grabbed the quilt, and blocked the gap in the wooden board. In the clouds,

Blood flowed down the side of the ship, dyeing the sea water and the cabin red.

The carpenter who followed the army grabbed the sledgehammer and nailed the wooden board and quilt. The water flow gradually became smaller and smaller, and it was finally blocked. The people who escaped from death cheered.

"Okay, you can let go." The crew member who was responsible for holding the wooden board freed up his hand to support the injured sailor who pressed the quilt, only to find that his partner had stopped breathing. There was also a hint of smug smile on his broad face because of protecting the warship.

Zhou Xuan, persist, persist. Zhou Xuan, the Arabs were completely in chaos. Even the fleet that had just caught up dispersed and joined the roundup of two Japanese-level warships. This was the result of Shao Yunfei's expectation. As long as the last ray of sunshine fell into the sea, his mission to cut off the rear was completed. Under the cover of **Night* (Please delete the banned book)* (Please delete the banned book), the old friend Feng Ziming had enough chance to escape from the Arabs' sight.

More than half of the sun had been immersed in the sea water, and this evening was extremely long. Captain Shao Yunfei's face was covered with smoke from gunpowder, and his naked shoulders were covered with dry blood spots. The deputy was killed, and the sailor fell on the deck. After nearly thirty shells were fired from the warship's tail cannon, the red barrels burned the cannon positions soaked in the sea water, and most of the cannons on the left and right sides had been scrapped, and there were not many shells left on the ship.

"Man, are you afraid?" Shao Yunfei asked the sailor who was pulling the rope while filling the shells into the cannon.

The sailor wrapped in bandages grinned and spitted bloody saliva, "I'm afraid of anyone who hits him, who will not die." He seized the opportunity, pulled the cannon rope, and a shotgun roared out of the cannon chamber, pouring the water from his nearest Arab warship.

"Good boy". Shao Yunfei put a wet cloth on the cannon tube. The mist evaporated from the sea water emitted a pungent salty fishy smell, as if the sea was bleeding.

"Son of the Turtle, let you know what a real Chinese is." The sailor wrapped in bandages laughed and ejected a grape that specialized in killing sailors at close range into the other party's cabin.

Another terrifying cry sounded from the opponent's warship. The No. 3 staggered and followed Shao Fei's ship, and was shooting while moving forward. The Arab ship was closest to the two Ming warships, and the sailor was shot and hid in Tibet.

The cool evening breeze swept across the sea, blowing away the smoke and mist of gunpowder, revealing the Arab flagship not far away. On the main mast of the flagship, a large string of signal flags showed the Arabs' intention to fight. The commander Muhammad, who was sure to win, asked someone to send a signal: "Don't sink, catch the alive, those who board the ship first will be rewarded."

"Bah", Shao Yunfei spat heavily. It seemed that the Arabs had completely given up the treasures carried by the expedition fleet, or that their original intention was not here. Shao Yunfei did not want to pay attention to the other party's intentions anymore, and stepped under the main mast and raised a string of signal flags into the air with his own hands.

"Let them know that we are Chinese." The blood-stained signal flag is flying in the air with the bright red sunset.

"We are Chinese", the sound of ticking suona sounds and spreads to every corner of the battlefield. In the cabin, no matter if the wounded were suicide, as long as they could stand up, they would pick up the guys and walk onto the deck together.

On the bottom deck, exhausted and the paddler shouted trumpets, pushing the heavy wooden paddles again.

In the helm room, the helmman nodded at Shao Fei from behind the broken glass window and resolutely changed the angle of progress.

The warship, which had slightly tilted, had smoke and fire, cut through the sea water, and rushed towards the Arab flagship in the sea water dyed golden by the sunset.

Ship No. 3 accelerated and stood behind Shao Yunfei's side.

"I protect your back." On the ship No. 3, every three captains raised a signal flag tonight and expressed support to the fleet commander. In the first two captains had been buried in the fire-like waves in front of them,

The third captain was not stingy with his own blood to add glory to the Ming Dynasty battle flag!

"Madman", the Arab ship was in chaos. I don't know if two Japanese-class ships should be sunk. Just as they were hesitating, Shao Yunfei and his brother were already approaching Mohammed's ship.

The two ships intersected, and the remaining artillery in the Ming fleet showed their power at the same time. A salvo shot poured more than a hundred Arab waters on the deck. The Arab flagship hurriedly organized a counterattack. Before the gunner could ignite the fuse, a violent shaking shocked them to the gun position.

The bow of the No. 3 ship that guarded the Magnetic Card's brother crashed heavily into the left rear of the Arab flagship. The two large ships came together and entered the water at the same time.

"Escape, I protect your back." The sound of suona sounded again from the No. 3 ship, as if waving goodbye to the comrades who lived and died together.

Shao Yunfei turned around and saw the sailors on the No. 3 ship jumping onto the enemy ship one after another, waving his blade into the cabin. On the deck of his own warship, the acting captain, who could not tell the difference in his face, stood at the right position of the hull with a small pane open at his feet, and several shells piled beside him.

"That's the position of the gunpowder cabin, heading east and out of the battle, Shao Fei yelled, leading the brothers on the warship who were about to turn around and fight the enemy to escape from danger.

All the Arab ships were stunned and desperately gathered towards the flagship. They didn't know what was happening on the flagship. The duties of the soldiers prompted them to protect their commanders in the past. Compared with the safety of the commanders, it was no longer important whether Shao Yunfei's warship was separated.
Chapter completed!