In Mian Kyushu, rumbling cannons sounded in Kagoshima Bay.

That was the first squadron of the Punishment Fleet, and was clearing the remaining Fangjin Navy.

As white smoke filled the air, dense shells poured towards the Guan Ship that was gathered in the bay. The warships made of pine wood could not withstand such close-range shelling and sank into the water!

The Japanese are very stubborn. Although there have been news of the destruction of other naval armies in the past, they only think that others are too bad and they will definitely do it if they change themselves.

Especially the Satsuma clan, which has always been known for its might, has long been making a statement, and he should use the Fangjin navy, the No. 1 in Southern Kyushu, to teach the arrogant Ming people a lesson.

They said this and did it. The Shimazu family gathered all 200 ships of all sizes and sizes, more than 3,000 naval troops, including fifty fire attack ships, and wanted to fight to the death with the Ming Dynasty fleet.

To this end, they also made a careful plan - first use a group to lure the enemy in the Osumi Strait, and then pretend to retreat into Kagoshima Bay after the battle. When the Ai ship passed through the narrow strait, the main force of the navy hidden behind Sakura Mountain rushed out. First, attack the ship with fire to open the way, and then the army rushed to surround the Ai ship in one fell swoop, and launched a squad with the advantage of the number of people!

Unfortunately, no matter how perfect the plan is, it must be coordinated by the enemy.

As a result, after the two sides encountered the Osumi Strait, they lured the enemy fleet to be defeated and retreated, trying to lure the Ming fleet into Kagoshima Bay.

Unexpectedly, when Wang Rulong saw that it was against the wind, he stopped chasing him, so he turned around and went to attack the Seed Island Navy.

Not fighting against the wind is his own combat plan, so of course he cannot take the lead in violating it.

Originally, Wang Rulong planned to let go of the Fangjin Water Army first. After all, there are too few opportunities for the south wind to blow in winter, so it is better to come and deal with them in the spring.

Who knew that the Seed Island Navy had just destroyed the south wind, but it actually blew up in the middle of the night.

When Lao Wang saw that God had helped so much, he would be better than to choose a day, so he would send them back to the west. He immediately ordered the Yixue to lead a light ship formation and enter Kagoshima Bay at dawn.

The Fangjin Navy on the other side did not expect that the Ming Dynasty fleet would fight back and go to bed at night. The guards of the warships saw one black-tailed ship after another, and the sails rushed into the harbor. They were stunned and quickly rang the police gong.

Hearing the sound of the gongs, the navy quickly got up and ran to the boat, but everything was too late.

On the First Blood, Chu Liuxiang and others were depressed to not be able to make military achievements. Seeing that the harbor was filled with Japanese ships, how could they be polite to them now? They immediately served the fire bombs!

The Marines also whizzed out the rockets, and ignited the fire attack ships that were moored at the dock. The fire attack ships were filled with firewood, grease and sulfur, and they were flammable. At one point, there was a raging fire. Not to mention, the fire attack effect was quite outstanding! Unfortunately, the fire attack was burning their own ships...

Warships after warships caught fire one after another, which was as if they were burning Red Cliffs back then.

As a result, dozens of boats escaped and rowed desperately towards the entrance of the bay. However, the main force of the squadron who was followed was driven into Hong Xi's cannon, and the mother didn't recognize her.

Seeing that they could not escape at all, they quickly turned the bow of the ship and wanted to rush to the dock to abandon the ship and escape...

Wang Rulong ordered a free attack and all of them were eliminated, which led to the previous scene.

At this time, the rising sun was rising, and Mr. Zhao stood on the forecastle deck wearing a sable fur and a big cloak. After watching his subordinates chased the enemy for a while, he lost interest.

The gap in strength is too big, just looking at the abuse of food, it is aesthetic fatigue.

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‘It’s floating, it’s floating…’ Mr. Zhao laughed at himself and looked down at the Colonel Pinto and Father Torres, who were returning toilets one by one.

Colonel Pinto seemed to feel something, and when he looked up and saw him, he shouted excitedly: "This young master, I am a nobleman, you can't let me do such dirty work!"

Of course, this was translated by Father Torres. At the end, the priest added weakly: "I am a servant of God, and I can't do it..."

"There is no distinction between high and low work." Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "Besides, the highest-ranking person in our country is the routine!"

"Uh." Colonel Pinto was stunned when he heard the translation, but he didn't expect that this was actually a courtesy to him.

"Young Master, let me talk!" Father Torres begged, "I believe that as long as you understand our Jesus Church, you will dispel your hostility towards us."

"Then let's come up and talk." Mr. Zhao nodded and asked the guards to let them come up.

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After a while, Colonel Pinto and Father Torres went to the top deck.

Zhao Hao was originally worried that these two people would smell. Fortunately, Japan was already very cold in October, and the wind was strong on the sea, so there was no smell.

After the two saluted Zhao Hao, Colonel Pinto suggested that he wanted to smoke.

Zhao Hao nodded and agreed, and asked the guard to take his personal belongings. Colonel Pinto found a rectangular wooden box from it, and after opening it, it exposed long thick sticks.

"Cigarette?" Mr. Zhao couldn't help but blurted out. He didn't expect that there would be a cigar so early.

"Cigar?" Father Torres's eyes lit up: "Young Master translates Cigar as a cigar?"

"Uh, that's right." Zhao Hao then remembered that this person was raised by Yun Zhonghe, and then smiled and said, "This thing is as white as snow, and tobacco rolls like eggplant. Is this translation considered reliable and elegant, right?"

"Strange and elegant? Well said! It's absolutely true. Chinese culture is indeed profound!" Father Torres sighed sincerely.

Colonel Pinto cut off the tail of the cigar with small scissors and handed the first one to Zhao Hao.

Mr. Zhao waved his hand, minors should not smoke.

Pinto handed it to the priest. Father Torres skillfully used a scythe to pull the fuse, and then took a good breath of cigarette.

Zhao Hao looked at the priest who was breathtakingly funny, and felt that this image was a little inconsistent with the ascetic Jesuits.

"Thank God, let this damn cigar come to Europe in the sixteenth century." Then Father Torres smiled and said, "So the church has not had time to forbid this kind of pleasure dependence."

"Haha, don't worry, your Lord lets you eat and drink." Mr. Zhao couldn't help but smile.

"...No matter what you do, you must go to glorify God!" Father Torres looked at Mr. Zhao with more admiration. "I didn't expect that Mr. Zhao had even read "1 Colonto" and his knowledge was so profound."

"It's a pity that I will not let you get redemption." Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "You two should be at ease here and wait for your people to come and redeem them."

"Dear Mr. Zhao, a learned scholar like you should not follow the actions of pirates." Father Torres said heartbrokenly: "The Gospel of Matthew says that you should treat others as much as you want others to treat you."

"Well said." Mr. Zhao gently slapped his hands and smiled: "It seems that I am still too polite to you. According to the priest's theory, I should strip your clothes naked, cut off your ears and scalp to receive the reward, and then put you red-haired ghosts into the zoo!"

"Ah..." Seeing Mr. Zhao, who was still kind to his face at the last moment, suddenly became terrifying because of his flattering complaint. The priest shivered in fear, and the ashes of the cigar poked a hole in the priest's robe.

"Why did the young master say this? We Jesus will come to spread the gospel of the Lord..."

"I believe you are so damn it! Will you Jesus keep advocating and knocking on the door of the Ming Dynasty with force? Will you use cannons to force our emperor to be baptized?" Zhao Hao sneered: "Just like you did to the Mayans, Aztecs, and Incas in America? How many Indian emperors have you hanged?"

"That's a good thing the Spanish did..." Father Torres didn't expect that Mr. Zhao was so clear about their behavior in the Americas. That was a secret that no one would mention...

"Are the Portuguese good things? The American Indians let the Spaniards kill them all, so they caught black people from Africa and sold them to America to be slaves for the Spanish! From hunting to transportation, two-thirds of the black people will die. The robbers are not as cruel as you. Please do not defile the word "robbers"!"

Zhao Hao sneered and said in a row: "Father, if you are really as honest and upright as you say, will you deny this anti-human Satanic sin? Don't you need to repent and atone for your sins?!"

"This..." Father Torres retreated and his face was pale. He reached out to make a cross on his chest, but one hand didn't listen to the truth, and kept shaking violently there.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Colonel Pinto asked quickly.

"No, it's okay." Father Torres waved his hands with his eyes unconsciously. He felt ashamed of being torn off the fig leaf, and even cracks appeared in the depths of his soul. "I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'll take it off first."

As he said that, he owed to Zhao Hao again and said, "Your question is very sharp, please let me think about it for a while before answering it."

"Yes." Zhao Hao regained his smile, waved his hand and asked someone to send the priest back. He then whispered to Gao Wu: "Let someone look forward to him, don't let him commit suicide by thinking about it."

Gao Wu nodded and quickly ordered.

Colonel Pinto looked at Father Torres in a daze. He had never seen this wise old man and had such a collapse.

He wanted to give up, but he didn't finish smoking the cigar, so he didn't let him smoke it...

Then he told Zhao Hao a little, and Zhao Hao asked someone to call the translation for it. It turned out that he was protesting Mr. Zhao's intimidation of a respected servant, and the governor of Macau would definitely punish him!

"Hahaha." Zhao Hao couldn't help laughing and said, "You'd better worry about yourself - I heard that the Governor of Goa is the flagship of your Macau fleet, and the Oriental Beauty is a model ship carefully built by your Royal Lisbon Shipyard. Oh, by the way, there are still 200,000 taels of silver on that Chinese sailboat. Now that you have such a huge loss, you Governor cannot explain to the deputy king of Goa, right? Who do you think he will be a scapegoat?"

After listening to the translation, Colonel Pinto sweated like a slurry and his face was ashes.

The guards were very impressed by the look. The young master's mouth was so powerful. He said he was autistic.
Chapter completed!