Lu Ming

Chapter 172 Cover the sky

Needless to say, the name of the ship "Debang" is the work of Chuanzhong.

As the dark son stationed in the Zhejiang Sea by the traveling forces, the mission of the Debang is simple: to recruit and screen sailors, and at the same time accept the instructions of the traversers, roam around as a pirate ship, and attack ships of hostile forces.

The message code of the Debon in the system is a "wild game" with a strong time-traveling style.

The pirate ship Debon, the flag that was pulled out in the rivers and lakes is "covering the sky".Well, this idiot name was actually randomly chosen by the cross-travelers of a certain intelligence agency, and it is the same style as a certain grass head king in the late Ming Dynasty.

The head and second head of the "covering the sky" bandit gang wiped out the grilled fish on the iron plate in the scramble.After finishing the work, Chen Erye shook the small bottle to see how little chili powder was left in it, muttered a few more words in heartache, and then hurriedly put the two worn-out plastic bottles into his arms.

Ma Liu, who was guarded by the second master like a thief, was also an old man in the Pingfeng village back then.This person was a fisherman on the coast of Yueqing when he was a teenager, and he was exiled to Pingfeng Village as an adult, similar to what happened to Chen Huoding.

At the beginning of the diversion, the cross-travelers considered that Chen Huoding and Ma Liu were the few people in Pingfeng village who had added navigation skill points, so they left them to fight wild along the coast of Zhejiang Sea, and by the way, taking advantage of their familiarity on the ground, they took advantage of their familiarity with the ground to fight in various guards. The fishing village pulls people to recruit workers.

In this way, the Debang roamed around Zhoushan every day, robbing it from time to time, and every once in a while, a fleet of sand boats would pass by the joint, here to send some people on board, and there to leave supplies for them.

Supplements are usually salt.With fine salt, no matter where the Debon stops, there will always be rice, vegetables and seafood from nearby fishermen and farmers.

Therefore, Chen and Ma lived a good life.

Once the grilled fish is finished, it's time to get down to business.

First of all, of course, to check the latest information, so the two entered the stern cabin.

In the stern cabin, there was a gentle-looking man, less than 30 years old, who was sending and receiving messages in front of a push-button telegraph.

The man's surname is Han, and his name is Han Zude.

Han Zude is one of the earliest batch of top students in Moyun Temple, and he is in the same class as Jiang Shang, who has gone to the university.However, unlike Jiang Shang’s all-round development, Han Zude, who is already 30 years old and was just a troubled paper shop guy, is a bit partial in his studies: he is very bad at writing essays, but he learns mathematics very quickly. Simply put , he has the head of a science student.

Considering that he is not young, and he has little potential for growth in the future, so when Lu Cheng was appointed as the station chief of Hangzhou station, he transferred Han Zude under his command.

After that, Han Zude began to learn basic knowledge while accepting intelligence agent training courses including sending and receiving telegrams.The current job on the Debang is already the third position in Han Zude's rotation.

Chen Huoding waited patiently for a while, and after seeing Han Zude sent the telegram, he leaned over and asked, "Scholar, do you have a letter?"

At this time, the scholar turned his face away and shook his head lightly: "No news." After finishing speaking, he got up and went to the working platform in the middle of the stern cabin. There were nautical charts and some ruler tools on the platform. The most precious thing, It is a rechargeable desk lamp.

Chen Erye and Ma Liu also came to the table.The two began to quietly watch the scholar measure and calculate on the table.

"We will see the outcome today."

After finishing the calculation, Han Zude straightened up, took a plastic ruler and began to draw on the chart: "Foklao's boat rested in the area of ​​Sipingtou Island last night. Well, according to the news from the base, Fuloo's boat departed on time this morning. If there are no accidents, Fu Lao should be in this area now."

Speaking of this, the scholar used a ruler to draw a circle around Jintang Island in Ningbo in later generations: "It's within a hundred miles here."

"Then why didn't the news board report the letter?" Ma Liu opened his mouth and asked.

"Hehe, our message board is too small." Han Shusheng smiled at the sun at this moment, and then made a gesture of "a little bit" with his fingertips: "The sound of the ear report on the Fuklao ship is too small, but the base can hear it with big ears." It turns out that the ears on our boat are small, and the Hokage can only hear it when he gets close. Well, soon, according to my calculations, there should be news within a few hours."

In later generations, on a certain treasure, the main room can easily buy a biscuit-sized magnet tracker with global GPS positioning function for only 81 yuan. Well, as long as it is pasted under the car, it can track dead ghosts and catch mistresses.

However, it is the 17th century now, and in the sky of the Ming Dynasty, there are only the Big Dipper and no Beidou satellites—all instruments with GPS functions are invalid.

Therefore, in order to play tracking and positioning and information communication in the 17th century, human beings can only rely on the most primitive and reliable telegraph, Morse code, and FM band, which have been eliminated.

Don't underestimate these old communication methods. In fact, the current mainstream communication methods for human beings are very fragile: in 2017, Hurricane "Harvey" swept through Texas, and coastal areas lost power, network and signal overnight.At this time, the only thing that was not affected was the FM signal radio in the hands of the old men. The rescue team later relied on FM radio to communicate with each other.

The black wooden box Wangcai handed over to Xie Shushui had a set of biscuit-sized FM signal components installed at the bottom.This system consists of a lithium battery and an FM chip, which sends a specific signal to the outside world every 10 minutes.After the antenna installed in the back garden of Tangzhuang received signals one after another, Master Xiong's concubine could outline the target's general movement route, and then send the information to the Debang.

As Fuchuan got farther and farther away from Hangzhou, the signal received by Tangzhuang became weaker, and the positioning range became more and more blurred.But it doesn't matter, Fuchuan will soon enter the signal receiving range of the Debon, which is equipped with a simple hand-held locator.The principle of this instrument is similar to that of a radio, but because the antenna is too short, it is only possible to receive the signal when the signal source enters a range of 50 kilometers.

This is the advantage of being stuck in this sea throat area with a width of less than 10 kilometers: the Debon has plenty of time to arrange the next step-as long as it receives a signal.

Maybe it was because of the wrong wind direction. When the electronic alarm sound of "Didi" came from the locator, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, Han Zude looked at the screen uploaded by the palm-sized locator, and hurried to the chart to start calculations. Poor Chen Erye couldn't understand the constantly changing KM numbers, small black dots, and ripple circles on the LCD screen. , so I can only worry on the sidelines.

"Chuanbi Island." A few minutes later, Han Zude dropped the pencil and said these three words with certainty.

"Ship speed?" The second master opened his mouth to ask a key question.

"Up to 4 knots."

After hearing the sound, the two masters of the Debon ship lay down on the chart at the same time, and began to gesture the distance with their fingers clumsily: "Is this going to go through the Luotou channel?"

"Yes, I can go to Peach Blossom Island at most before dark."

"Set sail, go to Peach Blossom Island!"

Ten minutes later, Chen Huoding officially issued an order, so the sailors on the Debang quickly hoisted the sails and anchored, and headed straight to the southwest.

Xie's lucky boat was sailing around Chuanbi Island off the coast of Ningbo at 3:4 p.m.Knowing the general position and speed of the Fuchuan, the Debang can easily calculate the maximum sailing range of the Fuchuan in the next 4 hours: about [-] knots per hour, and the farthest Fuchuan can only go south before dark. Peach Blossom Island area.

This is simple. The Debang, which is located between Fuchuan and Peach Blossom Island, can now easily go to Peach Blossom Island to sleep. No matter where the Fuchuan stays overnight, the Debang can set off in the early morning of the next day. Sit back and wait, intercept it, hunt it down!
In the 17th century, all the Chinese ships traveling south and north along the coastline of the mainland had to seek shelter from the wind and spend the night after dark.The so-called "needle road" also contains information on harbors suitable for overnight stays on the route.

There is only one transmitter on the Debon, which needs to replace the battery regularly, and it is not equipped with a navigation radar. Therefore, in the Zhoushan Islands, which are densely covered with hidden reefs, the Debon dare not sail at night. In this way, the battle must take place during the day .

Facts proved that Chen Huoding's choice was correct: the rabbit and the hunter rested on Peach Blossom Island that night.It's just that the hunter is in the south of the island, and the rabbit is in the north of the island-the hunter has plenty of time to hurry, so he rushed ahead.

The feeling of thanking the water is not good.

After the fleet set sail early in the morning, it sailed southward smoothly along the waterway between Taohua Island and Xiazhi Island at first, without incident along the way.

However, when the fleet sailed out of the Xiazhi Channel, the situation suddenly became a bit uneasy: in front of the suddenly bright sea, a sand ship suddenly appeared.

Theoretically speaking, the appearance of a sand ship near the Zhoushan Islands is also very logical.

However, when the buddy in Wangdou told Xie Shushui loudly that when the sand boat in front was half-sailed, he went to sea to fight for his life at the age of 15. After going through wind and rain, Xie Shushui knew that trouble was coming.

Sure enough, when Xie Chushui tentatively ordered the fleet to lower half of its sails, the sand ship in front simply lowered its mainsail as well, leaving only two auxiliary sails half dead there to drive the ships forward.

The wind direction of the ships on both sides is the same at the moment. In this way, it is like a slow-moving cart sliding ahead in first gear—even though the two heavy trucks behind them carry a lot of cargo and are slow, the distance between them remains the same. slowly approaching.

Xie Chushui had already calmed down: Since he couldn't hide, he had no choice but to go up to him.He would like to see how the opponent's sandboat, which is no larger than 500 materials, can eat his own two 800 materials Dafu boats.

The next moment, the two blessing boats hoisted their sails, turned the rudder, and tried to bypass the side of the sand ship; at the same time, more than a hundred sailors on the two ships had gathered on the deck at this moment, all kinds of knives, axes and hooks were ready, and they were full of murderous looks .

On the leading Fuchuan, a small tiger squatting cannon was also mounted on the bow. Mr. Xie Guy, who participated in the Penghu War that year, was filling the tiger squatting cannon with black powder and gravel.

When everything was ready, the distance between the two sides was less than 500 meters, and the Fuchuan team was slowly approaching from the side and rear of the sandship. However, a strange scene happened: the pirates on the sandship did not come to join in a bloody battle, but Raised the half-sail, and maintained a posture of gradually paralleling with the Fuchuan team to move forward in a straight line. The parallel distance between the two sides at this moment has gradually approached the figure of 300 meters.

As for how the people on the Fuchuan confirmed that the other party was a pirate, it was very simple. A black-and-white recognition flag had already been hung on the sandboat—covering the sky.

(End of this chapter)