When Lu Guangbiao ordered the firing of artillery, the distance between the warships on both sides was about one kilometer. At this distance that had reached the limit range of the artillery, the chance of hitting the target was undoubtedly as slim as winning the lottery. However, Lu Guangbiao still ordered the firing of artillery because he knew that almost all the sailors on his three battleships were rookies, and most of them had long been overwhelmed by the heavy pressure on the battlefield. If they were not allowed to release this pressure as soon as possible, excessive pressure would likely cause the morale of the sailors to collapse. There was only one best way to release the pressure, that is, let them enter the state of combat as soon as possible.

Among these three battleships, the Qingyuan has the largest tonnage, with a displacement of 800 tons. The smallest Ningyuan has a displacement of only 450 tons. Their artillery is 50, 40 and 30 respectively. When dozens of artillery fire collectively, no matter whether they can hit it or not, the scene is extremely spectacular.

"Bang bang bang!"

Dense projectiles kept hitting the water surface, splashing shiny water columns.

Sometimes, before the water column in front has dissipated, the water column behind it rises, like the musical fountains in many squares in later generations, which are extremely spectacular. With the sound of the cannons of the bulbs, the water column is constantly stirred up, and even the nearby sea surface is gradually stirred up, the waves are constantly surging, and the waves are getting higher and higher.

This momentum startled Encos and Rouen, but then they laughed. Rouen pointed to the water pillar hundreds of meters away from them and smiled: "Dear Major Encos, have you seen it? Those Ming people are just a group of rookies who fired at such a distance. Unless he is God's illegitimate son, firing at such a long distance can only waste ammunition. It seems that we will win this battle."

At this time, Encos also changed his previous concern and said with excitement in his expression: "Lieutenant Colonel, if we can really capture these three Ming warships, the Governor will definitely be very happy. By then, our military rank should be upgraded to a higher level."

"More than that, if we can really capture these three warships, it is enough to prove that the Ming Kingdom on the opposite side has become weak and will become our next object of conquest." Lieutenant Colonel Rouen showed a strange look, "And we will become witnesses of this history. Now I will pass my orders and start changing directions. When both sides are five hundred meters away, they will open fire immediately!"

"clear!"

The five warships approached each other at a speed of seven and nine knots respectively. After about five or six minutes, the distance between the two sides gradually approached 500 meters. At this time, even if you do not use the Qianli Mirror and other observation tools, both sides can see the other's sailors with their naked eyes.

"Open fire!"

With the order from an artillery officer on the Flying, two Dutch warships also opened fire. For a moment, eight-pound shells and twelve-pound shells rushed out of the cannon chamber and shot forward under the push of gunpowder.

"Bang bang bang!"

More than 20 projectiles were released and continued to fall around the Fujian Navy warship, and also stirred up high water columns. When the water columns dispersed, it seemed like a waterfall fell from the sky, making a loud noise. Some water columns even splashed water droplets directly onto the deck of the Qingyuan.

Lu Guangbiao, who was standing on the deck, suddenly felt a chill on his body. Before he could react, he was hit by a stream of sea water that was pouring on his face, and it was poured into a cold heart from head to toe. All his clothes were soaked.

When the sea water dissipated, Lu Guangbiao felt a little uncomfortable in his collar. He reached out and took out a saury that was two fingers wide and slapped. The other party actually fryed out the fish in the sea.

"What a fucking bad luck!" Lu Guangbiao was so angry that he threw the saury in his hand on the deck and stepped on it.

The Dutch shells were so close that they splashed the fish and shrimps in the sea on their bodies. This was enough to show that the Netherlands, as the 17th century sea overlord, was not a false reputation. When they fired at a distance of 500 meters, the first round of shells was so close. On the other hand, they had four or five rounds of shelling on their faces, but they didn't even touch a single hair on the other side, which was enough to show the gap between the two sides.

"Fortunately, no other shells hit, it seems that my luck is still good." Lu Guangbiao can only comfort himself like this.

However, before he could say it, he immediately felt a sense of awe in his heart. This was purely caused by the intuition in his heart.

"Danger!"

Before he could think too much, Lu Guangbiao flashed to the side without thinking and hugged a mast next to him. This was purely a subconscious action and he didn't have to go through his brain at all.

"Bang!"

Only a heavy muffled sound was heard, and then the entire ship shook, and soon there was a big uproar on the deck. It turned out that the Qingyuan was shot. A twelve-pound solid bullet hit the side of the ship, breaking the guardrail of the ship. After breaking the guardrail of the ship, the shell did not stop, but continued to hit the deck, and bounced on the deck and hit two sailors on the deck before stopping the rolling.

This shell caused the guardrail to break on the Qingyuan, and the two sailors were killed and injured. To be honest, this loss was not great, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a slight injury, but the psychological pressure on the officers and soldiers of the Fujian Navy was huge.

I have fired several rounds of cannons, but I didn't even hurt one of the opponent's hair. Moreover, the opponent only shot the first round of volleys, and he actually hit one. Is the gap between the two sides really that big?

Lu Guangbiao, who had loosened the mast and stood up straight, turned dark, and he turned his head and shouted to the first mate behind him: "Tell me my order, speed up, lean on, stick with the Dutch, let's fight with them!"

"I understand...get it!"

The first mate understood what Lu Guangbiao meant. Today's Fujian navy competed with the Dutch in competing with the quality of sailors and gunners, which was simply looking for abuse. Since I couldn't hit you at a distance, we might as well get close to the face to face. I don't believe it. If I put the gun on your chest and fired, if it still couldn't hit, our gunners could jump into the river together.

"Go up!"

The roars of the officers echoed on the deck, the sailmen were desperately raising the sail, while the helmsmen gritted their teeth and controlled the rudder to move forward. At this time, it might have become a redundant thing, because the Admiral had already spoken, if this battle was won, they would return with pride and pride. If they were defeated, everyone would sank into the bottom of the sea with these three warships.

The first round of artillery gains, which greatly shocked the Fujian Navy and also inspired the Dutch. Everyone knows that the artillery bombardment in naval battles has a great component of luck. Whether it can accurately hit the opponent is an indispensable factor.

On the sea, sailors believe in luck very much, especially in naval battles. They often easily hit the second shot after hitting the opponent's first shot. Luck is very ethereal, invisible and intangible, but it is real. Therefore, many sailors and officers believe that the party abandoned by the goddess of luck in naval battles is destined to fail. The party favored by the goddess of luck must win. Therefore, after seeing that he hit the opponent in the first round of shelling, many Dutch sailors began to cheer, and the morale of the Dutch became very high for a while.

After seeing his shells landed on the deck of the opponent's first battleship, Encos laughed: "It seems that the goddess of luck is also on our side today. If those Ming people are tactful, they should surrender immediately, otherwise the sea will become their eternal destination!"

Lieutenant Colonel Rouen was a little more reserved. He touched his beautiful beard. Although he looked happy, he still pretended to be calm and said: "Order the fleet to change its course, rudder the right five degrees, and penetrate it diagonally!"

"I understand... Right Ruler 5!" The helmsman on the side repeated the order loudly, and quickly turned the rudder to the right in his hand.

Just as the Flying started to be in disguise, the sound of a lookout hand came from the head: "Report, the Ming people's warships have begun to turn, and they are rushing towards us!"

"What?"

Lieutenant Colonel Rouen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked over. Sure enough, he saw that the navy of Ming Kingdom no longer aimed the side line at them, but aimed the bow of the ship at them and rushed over.

"What are they doing? Do they want to collide with us?" Encos, who was standing beside him, was also stunned.

"No... they want to fight with us!" Rouen looked at the other party contemptuously: "It seems that the people of Ming also know that playing shelling is not our opponent, and wanting to fight with us, but will I do what they want?"

The so-called platoon battle is a naval battle method in which the side of one's own ship is close to the enemy's side and soldiers jump to gangs to fight. It is the earliest naval battle tactic, which has been used until the 17th century. In the era of oarships, the attacking ships usually line up in a row, and the side of the ship is close to the enemy's side, and the soldiers jump onto the enemy's ship to fight and kill the opponent, or capture the enemy's ship.

Such a battle is not only cruel but also very bloody. The ships of both sides are leaning against each other and tie the ships together with ropes. All sailors and even chefs on both sides join the battle with swords, muskets and even axes, fighting until one side dies or surrenders. It can be said to be a kind of battle that will never stop.

Such a combat mode was very common in naval battles before the seventeenth century, but since artillery became popular in the seventeenth century, as the power of naval guns increased and the maneuverability of ships improved, the tactics of the platoons gradually were replaced by battle line tactics. Seeing the Ming people's fleet heading towards them at high speed, Lieutenant Colonel Rouen naturally thought that the other party felt unable to fight against them on artillery attacks, so he planned to launch a final attack on them using this oldest naval battle method.

Seeing the Ming warship rushing towards them with his head held high, Lieutenant Colonel Rouen ordered the first lieutenant beside him without hesitation: "Order the Flying and the Pony to immediately change the course and turn to the right with the highest speed. You cannot install it head-on with them."

The two Dutch warships that received the order immediately began to turn to the right, which formed such a scene on the sea. Three Ming warships flying the sun and moon flags were rushing towards the Dutch at high speed, while the Dutch began to turn to the right, always aiming the left side at the Ming warships to maintain firepower output.

If the Ming warships were in accordance with this combat mode, it would be impossible to collide with the Dutch, because the Dutch warships were incredibly and changeable under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Rouen, making it difficult to get close to them. Unless the speed of the Ming warships was too much higher than that of the other side, this was possible. But the reality is that the speeds of both sides were similar, and at best they could only stage a chase war, otherwise it would be basically impossible to get in contact.

"Boom boom boom..." The Dutch warships began another round of volleys.

In this chase, although the Ming warships failed to collide with the Dutch warships during the chase, under the command of Lu Guangbiao, he still narrowed the distance between the two sides to more than 100 meters. However, because the Ming fleet aimed the head of the ship at the Dutch, while the Dutch always aimed the sideline at the Ming warships during the escape, so that in this chase battle, the Dutch could fire the fire with all his energy, while the Ming warships could only stare at them.

At such a distance, the accuracy of the Dutch shelling reached an astonishing level. In this round of shelling, three shells hit the Qingyuan and Ningyuan respectively. Among them, two of the Qingyuan cabins were hit, and one of the Ningyuan sterns was hit. For a moment, a muffled sound came from the cabin and accompanied by the tragic cry from sailors.

"Sir, we were hit again!" Listening to the screams from the cabin, the first mate's voice was filled with a hint of crying.

Lu Guangbiao pressed his lips tightly. He stared at the Dutch warship that was almost close to him and showed a trace of determination in his eyes. He suddenly shouted loudly: "Transfer my order, the fleet is full of the right rudder!"

"I understand...the rudder is full of right!"

As the helmsman repeated Lu Guangbiao's order loudly, the 800-ton warship suddenly turned to the right. The shift of the center of the warship caused everyone's bodies to lose balance. Many people had to grab the fixed object next to them so that they did not fall or were thrown into the sea.

On the Feixiang, watching the Ming Dynasty warships constantly being shot, Encos was overjoyed. Even if he was not good at naval battles, he could see that as long as he continued to fight in this way, it would be a matter of time before the Ming people's warships on the opposite side were sunk. Maybe it would not take long before they would shoot out the white flag and surrender?

Feeling the victory in his arms, he couldn't help laughing and said to Lieutenant Colonel Rouen: "Dear Lieutenant Colonel Rouen, if I were the commander of the Ming Dynasty, I would have ordered the surrender long ago. After all, fighting a battle that cannot see victory is meaningless!"

Rouen smiled proudly. He was about to speak when he saw the Ming warships opposite him suddenly made a sharp turn. The three warships no longer pursued them, but turned to aim at them with their sideways.
Chapter completed!