When it comes to destroying sails and masts, chain bombs are the best effect. Unfortunately, Mr. Zhao has not yet lit up this skill, so the coast guard troops naturally do not have such shells.

But the Ming Dynasty has its own unique weapon, Thunderbolt Rocket!

When the warships on both sides approached 200 meters, the Marines, who had long been unable to hold back, released rockets at the mountain-like behemoth!

Amid the creepy sound of breaking through the air, five-foot-long rockets rose into the air, dragging the red tail flames towards the Goa Governor!

Because when attacking Jiangchuan City, 90% of the rockets failed to hit the target, causing great waste... After the war, Wang Rulong asked the Marines to launch rockets within 300 meters in the future during the battle.

Zhao Shizhen also temporarily helped the Marines to improve the rocket's launch frame so that it could give the rocket a more stable shooting direction and shooting angle.

Although the Rockets' hit rate is still very touching, at least half of them can fall on the Duke of Goa.

And it can't stand it too much. Seeing that the battle situation was getting hot, even speedboats surrounded and released the rockets. In a short period of time, hundreds of rockets enveloped the Duke of Goa, revealing the tiny light of the Karak sailboat and illuminating the sea surface of Futian Bay!

Countless rockets roared through one side of sails, the huge square sails were constantly torn apart, and the other was rocket's.

The tail flame ignited and the fire quickly rose!

Fortunately, there were enough crew members on the sailing boat and had rich experience in damaging pipes. The sailors immediately aimed the chimney at the fired sailboat, and several water columns shot out, desperately preventing the fire from spreading to other sails.

However, more rockets landed on the ship, and the squirting tail flames caused more than a dozen fires. The sailors were exhausted and put out the fires everywhere.

Under the deck, the sailors at the lower part of the bow of the ship were risking being hit by shells, busy using linen, wooden boards and oiled texel, desperately blocking the hulls that were pierced by shells to prevent the waves from pouring in. The water under their feet had already passed their ankles, and it would be a big problem if they didn't block them.

What's worse than Fire and Water Concern is that after enduring so many rounds of attacks, the sails on the Goa Duke were finally destroyed and completely lost their motivation!

Now, the sailing boat can only move forward slowly by inertia, and its speed is slowing down to the naked eye.

This means that it will be more likely to be hit by artillery. When the distance between the two sides is only 100 meters, the lethality of the artillery increases again. Unfortunately, many artillery fire too fast and the barrel has become soft and cannot be fired anymore.

Fortunately, at this time, the short but deadly Hong Xi cannon took over the battlefield. The thick cannon barrel roared and fired huge shells. This time, it was not a grape bomb, but a solid iron bomb of thirty kilograms!

The heavy shells hit the round and fat face of the Duke of Goa, and each cannon can open a wound the size of a washbasin!

A shell shot into the hole that had been pierced before, roaring past the sailors who were busy blocking the leak, and immediately took more than a dozen lives! Another shell shot in, and the cannon truck hit a cannon. The wooden cannon truck was immediately split, and the three-meter cannon with more than two tons lost its restraint. It rolled on the deck, smashed several cannons like a rolling pin, crushed more than a dozen gunners, and finally pested a large hole in the bulkhead before stopping!

Colonel Pinto stood outside the pilot room with a blue face, clutching the carved railings with both hands, listening to the bad news coming from the cabin, looking at the decks that were messy, the bows of the ships that were beaten into sieves, and the sails that had already turned into rags...

Father Torres kept sitting in the prayer room and praying, but unfortunately the tyrant suit he added seemed useless this time.

Colonel Pinto knew that he had to make a man's decision quickly. Otherwise, the only one who waited for the Duke of Goa would be sunk and burned.

"Little Lucas, order to surrender with the white flag." Captain Pinto said calmly.

In fact, when he was blocked by ten times the enemy ship in Futian Bay, he was destined to bet that the Ming Dynasty people were not inadequate. Unfortunately, he lost the bet, so he had to admit defeat.

"But Colonel, we haven't fired a shot yet!" The young adjutant said in anger: "Our sailors are still there!"

"The sailboat that has lost its ability to move can only surrender." Pingto took off the wig on his head in a depressed manner, revealing the true hairstyle of the Mediterranean: "Remember, my little Lucas, to our sparsely populated Portuguese Empire, every crew member is extremely precious. His Majesty the Emperor's vast colony needs us to protect. We must cherish our lives. The stupid behavior of sacrificing lightly like the Ottomans is not advisable."

As he said that, he glanced at the handsome little adjutant and said, "Little Lucas, I will be responsible for the failure of this battle. I can't watch you grow up. Take our people and move them to the Oriental Princess. Major Alfonso will continue to train you for me."

In the past few decades, the Portuguese Navy has not suffered such a shameful defeat. Colonel Pinto knew that even if he could escape by chance this time, the Governor would never let him go.

The adjutant bowed to him with tears and replied: "College, the Oriental Beauty's name is also hanged in a white flag..."

"Uh...ah?" Colonel Pinto looked back in surprise. Once the naval battle began, the ships would fight on their own. He did not notice the situation of the Garen ship at all.

Only then did I realize that the poor Princess of the East had also been destroyed by the sails and lost two masts... Obviously, Major Alfonso also believed that this useful body should be left for the empire, rather than burning the jade.

Seeing the two large sailboats hanging up white flags at the same time and lowering the anchor, Mr. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. His judgment was indeed correct. For a Portuguese, who had a population of less than two million and 6,000 seafarers, but had established a huge imperial territory across the four continents of Europe, America, Africa and Asia, he would not make unnecessary sacrifices.

Mr. Zhao raised his hand, and Wang Rulong immediately ordered people to hang the ceasefire green lantern. The cannon sound stopped in sequence, and the calm on the sea surface returned to its original state.

"Transfer to them. Within half an hour, everyone will immediately gather on the deck to surrender. I guarantee their lives. After half an hour, those who refuse to surrender will be killed without any punishment!" Zhao Hao ordered again in a deep voice: "And emphasized that the property on the ship is already trophy belonging to the Danluo garrison area. Any act that dares to damage will be subject to the most severe punishment!"

"Yes!" Ma Yinglong immediately released the interpreter from the cell and asked him to lead him to the Oriental Beauty account to upload his life.

There are also two marine squadrons traveling with you, so you can control the warships first.

Haiergo took two other land squadrons to capture the interpreter from the cell and go to the Duke of Goa to upload orders.

All warships are also on guard against abnormal movements.

In fact, Mr. Zhao can rest assured that the Portuguese will never cheat after surrendering. Because they have too few people in their own country, let alone the majority of South Asian sailors, even the British and Dutch crew members will never fight for them after surrendering.

It is even possible that it may even help the Ming Dynasty kill them in order to survive...

So Colonel Pinto and Major Alfonso could only watch teams of Ming people wearing blue uniforms and bayonets carrying bayonets climbed up their warships along the hanging rope net.

The leading Marines climbed onto the deck and immediately took off their guns from behind to form a formation to protect their comrades who followed up. When a Marine Squadron came up to the deck, everyone was relieved.

Father Torres also came out of the prayer room and stood beside Colonel Pinto, looking even more depressed than him.

However, the priest still forced himself to encourage himself and translated the meaning of the Ming Dynasty's commander to Pinto.

The other party's conditions were not surprising and he calmly expressed his acceptance. In the naval battle in Europe, after surrender, the ship, cargo and people belong to the other party, and they had to pay the ransom to redeem the person.

He was originally planning to order the artillery to be pushed into the sea in accordance with the rules. However, the powerful firepower displayed by the Ming Dynasty in this battle made him feel that it was ridiculous to give this order.

Others have learned to cast heavy artillery and have made artillery dozens of times more numerous than themselves. What else can I cherish for myself?

So he just ordered the adjutant to burn down the confidential documents and the most critical navigation charts on the ship, and let the rest go.

"I can order as you ask, but you must abide by your commitments, ensure the safety of our sailors, and give the officers the treatment they deserve." Colonel Pinto maintained the dignity of a senior imperial officer.

Unfortunately, the other party's messenger would only repeat Mr. Zhao's orders repeatedly:

"Everyone immediately put down his weapons and concentrated on the deck to surrender. We guarantee your life safety. Those who refuse to surrender will be killed without any hesitation!"

"The property on the ship is all spoils belonging to the Danluo garrison area of ​​the Ming Dynasty Royal Danluo. Any damage will be punished the most severely!"

The priest shrugged at Colonel Pinto helplessly, "My child, let it go. In East Asian civilization, prisoners have no human rights."

"Father, you should have said this earlier." Colonel Pinto glared at him angrily, "Otherwise I will consider surrendering directly."

"Sorry for my child." Father Torres smiled bitterly, "Because you gave me too strong confidence."

"So too, priest." Pinto put on his wig again. It was a big night, and he was bare and still chilly.

The two were then taken to the crowd on the front deck, and were centrally guarded by the Marines holding guns.

Another Marine Corps who boarded the ship searched each cabin layer by layer, and brought all the people inside to the deck, regardless of their lives or death.

The Goa Governor was so big that it was not until dawn that the Marines completed the search and concentrated everyone on the wind and rain deck.

Seeing that the light was already available, the five transport ships transferred the remaining ammunition to each warship, cleared the deck and prepared to accept the prisoners.

At this time, the horn to announce the successful completion of the "hunting plan" sounded on the flagship, and the soldiers burst into a shocking cheer!

Now not only the "Oriental Beauty", but also the "Governor of Goa" belongs to the young master!
Chapter completed!