Ming Zuo

Chapter 682

The Taiwan Strait in September was not very friendly.

The violent storm is like the demon king of hell coming to the world, roaring and trying to tear everything that dares to resist.

Huge waves rolled over the sea, with a height of three to four meters. If you take a picture of it in the air, it can bury anything.

But the people on board had no time to feel this fear.

They are wrestling.

Fight this damn weather!
Fight the enemies in front of you!

"Hold on, don't panic, lower the sails, and keep an eye on the Dutchman ahead."

Zuo Hua tied himself to the pole and kept giving orders.

He was already drenched all over, but he didn't care about it. He only had two Dutch warships fleeing in embarrassment in front of him.

Since the last time he intercepted the Wenluo and won a big victory, Zheng Zhilong has tasted the sweetness and sent small teams to cruise around the Taiwan Strait from time to time.

As long as the warships left alone by the Dutch are found, they will swarm up, resulting in a situation of more fights and fewer fights.

However, the Dutch warships were of excellent performance, and several encirclement campaigns failed to achieve any results.

But it also interrupted the Dutch attempt to go to Japan for trade.

Time was spent in this kind of hide-and-seek, and the situation became more and more tense.

In mid-September, Lu Zhenfei, the inspector censor, arrived in Fujian and brought with him the imperial decree from Chongzhen.

Chongzhen was very angry with what the Dutch did and ordered that the Dutch must be severely punished.

Governor Zou Weilian of Fujian received the decree, and immediately sent a letter to the civil and military officials in various places, not to talk about the word "peace talks" in the future, and vowed to die as a barbarian.

With the imperial edict, the Chinese side completely gave up their plans to negotiate a peace and began to actively prepare for war.

Under such circumstances, finding the main force of the Dutch has become the primary condition.

Hong Xu was sent out to take on the investigation task.

Zuo Hua followed Hong Xu and wandered on the sea for a while.

Just yesterday evening, they spotted two Dutch warships.

Hong Xu immediately ordered to bite.

Whether the two Dutch warships were captured, or they were allowed to run away and rendezvous with the main force, traces of the Dutch fleet could be found.

Everything was fine at first, but then the weather at sea changed drastically.

The storm came suddenly, with devastating power, it could overturn the ship at any time.

In this situation, there is no other way but to ask for blessings.

Zuo Hua didn't expect Hong Xu to come to rescue him either, he didn't know if Hong Xu himself would survive.

He could only lead the staff to chase the Dutch while trying to stabilize the warship.

A large ship with hundreds of tons is like a leaf in the vast ocean, being abandoned high and falling heavily again.

The people on board had been thrown to pieces long ago, and most of them were injured.

If he hadn't tied his body to various pillars with ropes, he might have been thrown into the sea with no bones left.

But one of the benefits brought by the storm is that no matter whether it is the Chinese Fuchuan or the Dutch Galen, they can only lower their sails obediently.

In this way, neither side can run fast.Even where to go, it can only be decided by God.

As for other shootings and boarding battles, don't even think about it.

It was pitch black all around, and the range of visibility was very limited.The only thing Zuo Hua could do was to keep praying, hoping that the two Dutch warships would not leave his sight.

It is not known how long the storm lasted.

Just when everyone was feeling desperate, there was a heart-piercing cry from the sentinel on the watchtower.

"It's on the rocks, the Dutch are on the rocks, get out of the way!"

In the wind and rain, Zuo Hua barely heard a little clearly.

He picked up the binoculars and looked forward, vaguely seeing the two Dutch warships motionless.

No matter how big the wind and waves are, it can't affect it.

In such violent weather, the Dutch warship was able to remain motionless, so there is only one situation.

They ran aground on a rock.

Before Zuo Hua had time to think about it, he cut the rope with a knife, moved the fence he was trying to grab, and rushed to the helmsman.

He knocked the helmsman away, took over the warship himself, and crushed the rudder to death.

I saw the warship under my feet wobbly turned around and slid to one side, staggering a little distance from the Dutch warship in front.

In the afternoon, a ray of light suddenly fell from the east.

The storm finally passed slowly.

"It's sunny!"

"I'm fucking alive!"

No matter how elegant the people on board are usually, they all became very irritable at this time.

After experiencing this ordeal, being able to survive, no matter how presumptuous it is.

Zuo Hua sat paralyzed by the helm of the ship, and the control of the ship had been handed over to the helmsman.

He wiped the water stains off his face and laughed.

"Go and get the Dutchman."

They were still swimming in the sea after the storm, but the two Dutch ships could not move.

Seeing the battleship approaching, the Dutch on board were completely desperate.

They jumped off the boat in a panic and stepped into the shallow water, trying to find a way to escape.

It's a pity that the shells that kept falling were frantically harvesting their lives.

Hundreds of people were killed, and the rest of the Dutch completely abandoned hope.

A white flag is erected, which means that the Dutch have chosen reality.

Only then did Hong Xu catch up.

He looked at Zuo Hua in disbelief.

"You guys are so lucky."

Zuo Hua laughed wildly.

"I'm the Dragon King. It's not easy to kill me in this sea."

Hong Xu's expression changed slightly, and he took a deep look at Zuo Hua.

At this time, he didn't care about anything, and he quickly sent people up to capture all the Dutchmen.

The two hapless Dutch warships were Ketwick and Bukaspell.

Among them, the captain of the Bukasbell, Van Bartwey, died in the storm.

Therefore, the captain of the Ketwick, Rostlev, is the highest officer of this small Dutch fleet.

He was brought up with a frightened and trembling expression.

Hong Xu was honest and blunt.

"Tell me, where is your Dutch fleet?"

Rostlev stood dumbfounded and said nothing, as if he did not understand.

Hong Xu didn't say anything, and suddenly chopped off with a knife.

Rostlev's left arm was completely cut off, and he was bleeding profusely.

"At Copper Mountain! They're at Copper Mountain! Don't kill me!!"

Rostlev fell to the ground, howling wildly.

"Bah, you bastard, you can't beat me if you don't fight."

Hong Xu was complacent and satisfied with his interrogation methods.

Zuo Hua curled his lips, he really had nothing to say about the cruelty of these pirates.

He beckoned, and the military doctor ran up and began to diagnose, treat and bandage Rostlev.

In any case, this trip was not in vain, and I finally learned the whereabouts of the Dutch fleet.

On the vast sea, whoever can discover the opponent first will be able to take the lead and turn it into victory.

The Dutch are about to face Zheng Zhilong's first wave of attacks.

Zuo Hua and Hong Xu returned and reported the information they got to Zheng Zhilong.

Zheng Zhilong was overjoyed, and after crediting the two men, he immediately led all the warships out of the port and headed straight for Tongshan.

(End of this chapter)