Of course, before making this decision, they also carefully weighed the risks of this trip. In the eyes of these Portuguese who consciously conquered half of the earth, although the Ming Dynasty's naval army was much stronger than Japan, it was still not enough.

So what about the fleet of Jiangnan Group? No matter how strong it is, can it be stronger than Zeng Yiben? Nearly one-third of Zeng Yiben's soldiers are equipped with various firearms, including mescorers. The ship is also equipped with artillery such as the Flanger, which can be called the elite of the Asian navy.

Zeng Yipeng's fleet of forty ships and 1,500 people was not the opponent of a Carac Sailboat. Why did the Jiangnan Group dare to challenge them?

So after receiving the promise of Omura Juntachi to open Nagasaki Port and donating the land within three miles of the port to the church, the Portuguese agreed to his request happily.

During their stay in Fukudaura, Juntachi Omura regularly sent supplies and rewards, and sent Japanese women to work on the ship to work. Except for the storm in this ghost place, even if it was just stationed, it would make people seasick, everything was so beautiful.

Until not long ago, news came from Danluo Island that the Jiangnan Group of the Ming Dynasty formed a huge fleet in order to protect their route. Later, it was said that their fleet could collapse a hill with a volley, and the Portuguese began to feel a little uneasy.

But after discussion, they determined that this must have been deliberately bragging by the Ming Dynasty people who love to cheat. They knew very well what level of artillery in the Ming Dynasty. Those simple cast iron cannons, and their muzzles were not as powerful as their rapid-fire cannons... that is, the size of the Flang machine, how could it be that powerful?

So they decided to ignore it and continue to stay.

However, the news brought by Father Torres this time made the two captains completely uneasy.

Pinto picked up a slice of 'Berem' and sent it to his mouth to chew it slowly... This is a sweet egg and milk tea frit pie, which is browned in the oven, sprinkled with cinnamon, and served with black tar coffee. It is the most popular afternoon tea in the upper class in Lisbon.

But the Beren cake that always satisfy him on weekdays suddenly became less fragrant - the news that the Five Islands Navy was destroyed and Jiangchuan City was razed to the ground, but the Japanese themselves could not have bragged about the Ming Dynasty.

The captain of a Carac ship must have a calm mind, excellent judgment, and strategic ability above level. He is alone, so it is impossible for Pinto to truly underestimate the enemy.

While he was silently planning to stay or not, he asked Torres: "Father, what does Don Romeo mean?"

"He hopes you can move to Yokoseura to prevent the Ming army from sailing into Omura Bay." Father Torres said bluntly: "Of course, this is just his own idea. The church will not interfere with your judgment." The Jesus and the colonial fleet are interdependent symbionts. The old priest can still be clear about which one is closer and which one is farther away.

"It's better not." Colonel Pinto said decisively: "We should not rashly fight the Ming Dynasty fleet before we thoroughly understand the opponent's strength. It's best to stay in Fukudaura!"

As he said that, he smiled without shame: "Actually, if the church can agree, I even want to draw the anchor to the sea immediately... You know, the warships in the port are like lions trapped in the mud, too easy to be attacked, let alone Fukuda Ura doesn't even have any shore defense."

"It makes sense." Father Torres nodded and said, "Child, don't worry about the church, do what you think. Although the church always has its own ideas, no one hopes to put you warriors who have built up their territory for the Lord and expanded their territory in a dangerous situation."

"Thank you, there are fewer and fewer priests as reasonable as you now." Colonel Pinto looked at Father Torres gratefully. Those Jesuit fanatics wished they could conquer Japan immediately, and then use Japan as a springboard to conquer the Ming Dynasty, so that the damn Ming emperor would be baptized as soon as possible!

"At my age, I know the importance of patience. Some things are endless for a generation." Father Torres smiled kindly: "When we came to Japan with Father Shabby, in order to gain the trust of those daimyos, we had to shave our hair and beard, put on monk's clothes and beards, and regard ourselves as a Buddhist far-reaching branch."

"When Father Zabero left, there were only a few hundred baptized lambs in Japan. But with the foundation he laid, there are now 300,000 believers in Japan. We can also be the clergy, preaching openly, and many famous names were baptized." After a pause, he laughed proudly: "This is a great progress. Even if the exclusive pastoral area in Nagasaki is in ruins this time, we still don't have to worry...there will always be opportunities."

"Of course, we will try our best to fulfill our commitment to Don Romeo." Colonel Pinto raised his coffee cup.

"Of course, the premise is to ensure your own safety." The priest also raised his coffee cup and touched him for a moment.

"Of course..." Pinto smiled happily. Every respected Jesuit is so worthy of respect.

He took a sip of the coffee in the cup, and was about to order Alfonso to pull the anchor when suddenly the door was pushed open, and his adjutant ran in with a look of panic.

"Not good, Captain, a fleet of unknown origins appeared in Fukuda Urawai!"

"What?!" Pinto couldn't help but shake his hand, and the black coffee spilled on the lace on his chest.

He didn't care about his expensive dress, but he wiped his chest with a silk veil while standing up anxiously. He took two steps at a time to go to the top deck of the stern building. His hands and feet were quickly climbing up the high rear lookout along the side rope of the rear mast.

Then follow the direction pointed by the lookout hand, set up a canopy with your hands, and look out from a distance with the thundering northwest wind.

Sure enough, I saw a huge fleet of ships outside the bay, moving south quickly with full sails.

"How many boats?" Pinto asked loudly.

"Fifty Chinese sailboats." The Europeans did not have a telescope yet, so they stood high and looked far away with their lookouts. The lookouts hurriedly replied: "Twenty great blessed ships, one thousand-hu of black-tailed ships, and some small boats!"

They often move in the waters of Fujian and Guangdong, so they naturally know the ships of the Ming Dynasty.

"Why did you find out so late?!" Pingto asked in a frustration.

"They drove out from the north, and my vision was blocked by the mountain..." The lookout hand said timidly.

"Idiot!" Pingtuo cursed, and didn't bother to get angry. He looked at the distance between the enemy and us, then quickly calculated and then climbed down from the side rope.

Alfonso and the priest also followed the deck and looked at him in a stern manner.

"Gentlemen, the afternoon tea time is over. Immediately send an order, the gunners will take their place, and be ready to fight!" Captain Pinto gave an order to the adjutant in a deep voice, and said to Afangsuo: "Go back to your ship quickly and prepare for battle."

After a pause, he emphasized, "This ghost weather is mainly for your protection!"

"Yes, Colonel! The beauty of the East will swear to defend the Duke of Goa to the death!" Alfonso immediately bowed his waist and quickly walked down the stern.

At the same time, the Duke of Goa sounded the sound of the bronze horn, and sailors sheltered from the wind under the deck flocked out and quickly took their place.

Seeing Captain Pinto not ordering the sail to rise, Father Torres asked, "My child, aren't you going to leave?"

"It's too late to have a priest." Pingto said with a gloomy face: "It's a headwind now, and we can't get out of the bay at all. We can only stick to it and wait until the wind changes before breaking out."

"So that's it. May the Lord bless you!" Torres nodded, and quickly pinched the cross and muttered the words to add a domineering patron to him.

Pinto didn't care about feeling the glory of the Lord anymore. He pursed his lips and stared at the approaching enemy ship, thinking about how to deal with it.

The Carac sailing ship was crewed by 500 people. But there were only dozens of Portuguese, plus the British and Dutch crews they hired, less than a hundred Europeans.

The rest were sailors bought from South Asia and India, as well as several Chinese who served as accountants and business personnel on the ship... Because the sailors had poor living conditions and too many deaths from illness, the Governor of Macau was unwilling to give up the excuse of enslaving the Han people in the Ming Dynasty government. Moreover, it was so cheap to use the "South Asian Monkey", so they never hired the Ming sailors.

In fact, the Portuguese have another consideration, that is, the Ming Dynasty people learned things too quickly, and they were worried that the shipbuilding and navigation technology that they rely on were learned by the Ming Dynasty people...

The gunners with the highest technical content are naturally all Portuguese. As for the heavy work of carrying shells and resetting cannons, they were left to the native sailors of South China.

On the three decks, a fan cannon window was pushed open, and a long-barrel snake cannon was pushed out. The well-trained crew members quickly completed the preparations for the firing.

But Pinto would not easily order fire. On the one hand, the distance is too far and can only splash. On the other hand, the hull of the Carac Sailboat is too tall and it is already very tilted in such a strong windy day. If you shoot volleys upwards, the center of gravity may tilt, causing the ship to collapse.

So if you really want to fire, you have to count on the Oriental Beauty on the side. The Garen ship canceled the forecastle and the stern was almost hidden in the hull. The center of gravity was greatly reduced, so this problem would not exist.

Of course, it is best to delay time without firing a gun. In such a strong windy day, the sailing ship blocked at the lower wind is too passive. There are too many brother-to-bishops, and the priest'sbis suits cannot be offset...

Captain Pinto quickly ordered people to put down the boat and sent an adjutant and several Chinese crew members to negotiate with the fierce fleet, wearing the global white flag.

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The visitor was naturally Zhao Hao's punishment fleet. After destroying Jiangchuan City, they didn't even have the time to clean the battlefield, so they rushed eastward every second.

But the luck was that the wind stopped on the way, and Zhao Hao and the others were stunned. This is the problem of not having independent motivation - although the Chinese hard sail is highly efficient in the wind and can drive against the wind. However, if there is no wind, you can only catch blindly and let the currents mercy...

The powerful Japanese warm current sent them to the northern end of the Nishibiki Peninsula, 80 miles away from Fukuda Ura, which is the area around Yokoseura. This is why Juntaki Omura was so scared that he begged Father Torres to ask Portuguese sailboat to go north to support him. He thought that the next goal of the Ming Dynasty was himself...

Who knew that Zhao Hao and the others were purely passive. The Punishment Fleet had no interest in risking through the thin needle tail strait to find the bad luck of Damura Chunzhong who was hidden in the sea in Damura Bay.

So when the wind came, the fleet immediately hung sails south, and under the guidance of the guide, he rushed straight to Fukuda Ura.

It was a mistake or a wrong move, and even caught a furious attack on the Florian!
Chapter completed!