At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 529 Rolling
In the middle of the night, a burst of artillery roar woke everyone up.

Duke Taoglu woke up from his sleep and shouted, "What's going on?"

Since leaving Constantinople, he hadn't had a solid sleep for a long time.

The adjutant hurried in and said, "Report to Your Excellency, the port was attacked by an enemy ship at night!"

"how many people?"

"I only saw a dozen ships, and I don't know the enemy's strength."

"Hurry up, gather your troops, and fight back!"

"Yes!"

Taoglu put on his clothes and walked out of the room quickly. There were a few clusters of flames flickering on the port in front of him.

The Ming army didn't talk about martial arts morality, but engaged in sneak attacks!

"Come on, come on!"

"Your Excellency, please order!"

"Send Earl Leman to leave the port immediately, and this Ming army cannot be let go!"

"Yes!"

Taoglu was furious, as he had not been humiliated since he left Constantinople.

When attacking Ceylon Island a few days ago, although the Ming army resisted tenaciously and lost a lot of troops, if the Ming army did not come to support, the battle would have been won.

I didn't expect these people to be so arrogant and attack me instead!

A mere dozen or so ships are really vulnerable in front of the powerful Ottoman navy, and they don't even need their own coach to step in.

Earl Lyman received the order and immediately summoned his troops to board the ship.

He is a Bulgarian-born admiral. For many years, he has been following King Muhad in his conquests. He once defeated the Eastern Roman Navy in the Mediterranean and made great achievements in battle.

This time the entire Ottoman navy is dispatched, and it is bound to take Ceylon Island. Leman is very excited, because the opportunity to do meritorious service has come again.

Amidst the uproar, a total of more than fifty warships, large and small, sailed out of the port.

"My lord, I found the enemy's trace!"

Earl Lyman suddenly became excited, and ordered: "Raise the jib and catch up!"

The huge sails fluttered and moved forward at full speed driven by the sea wind.

On the sea, two fleets, one large and one small, were chasing each other on the sea. The dozen or so ships in front were the Ming army led by Zhang Jin, and the Ottoman navy led by Count Lehmann was behind.

Zhang Jin knew that with his own strength, he couldn't face the opponent head-on, so he retreated immediately after a successful blow, but he still underestimated the opponent.

The ships of the Ottoman Navy are bigger and more windy. As the distance continues to approach, the opponent has already begun to test artillery.

Boom!

Whoa!

The shell smashed into the sea, causing a huge wave.

Looking at the distance from the shells falling into the water, Zhang Jin frowned, and then ordered: "Throw away all the heavy objects on the ship and move forward at full speed!"

The crew members lifted all kinds of boxes on the ship and threw them into the sea, and finally threw away the food and fresh water, but they still couldn't get rid of each other.

Zhang Jin gritted her teeth and stared at the front.

There is Ceylon, his second home.

He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die at sea, buried in the belly of a fish.

Bright light began to appear in the east, which was the first ray of morning sun.

Perhaps in Daming, thousands of miles away, the sky has already brightened.

I can't go back to my hometown, and even my memory of what it looks like there has become very blurred.

Boom!

Another shell roared and hit a position less than ten feet away from the stern of the ship, causing the ship to shake continuously.

At this time, Zhang Jin thought silently, if he could bury his bones in Ceylon Island, he would have no regrets in this life...

"My lord, find the ship, the ship!"

Zhang Jin's expression shook suddenly, and he asked, "What ship?"

"Front, due east, look!"

Zhang Jin looked up, facing the morning sun, black shadows seemed to appear on the sea.

The ship coming from this direction must be reinforcements from Ceylon Island, but when I set off, I had already taken away all the warships on Ceylon Island...

"Quick, telescope!"

An idea suddenly popped up in Zhang Jin's mind, picked up the binoculars, and tried hard to identify those outlines.

This location is backlit, so it's hard to see clearly, but this outline seems somewhat familiar...

"Ironclad, it's an ironclad!"

Zhang Jin suddenly became excited, he will never forget that giant sea beast!

The biggest difference between an ironclad ship and an ordinary ship is that there is no mast, as long as it is seen, it is very easy to identify.

"Our reinforcements are coming, give me orders, turn the rudder to the right, and give way to the ironclad ship!"
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"My lord, the enemy ship is turning."

Earl Lyman was standing on the deck, observing with a telescope.

He was a little surprised at first, wouldn't it be easier for me to overtake you if you turned the steering wheel at this time?

After thinking about it, maybe the other party is trying to make some changes seeing that he can't get rid of it, but this can't change anything at all, it can only make you die faster!

"Command, prepare to fire!"

All the cannons poked out their black muzzles, and the gunpowder shells were loaded.

It was just a test firing, now it's time for the real thing.

"Listen to my orders..."

"My lord, there is a ship ahead!"

Lyman was about to give an order, but was interrupted, and immediately became annoyed.

"Nonsense, we chased all night..."

"It's not the boats you're chasing, look ahead!"

Lyman took out the binoculars again, and following the steering of the ship ahead, a pile of black shadows suddenly appeared on the sea level.

What the hell?
He was a little surprised at first, and after careful identification, he couldn't help taking a breath.

This is a huge fleet, conservatively estimated to have hundreds of warships.

Moreover, I don't know if there are any more in the future, how many...

"Quick, turn, retreat!"

However, the black shadow in the field of vision became bigger and bigger...

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a huge roar, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

Earl Lehman felt that he was unable to stand steadily, so he took two steps back involuntarily, and sat down on the deck.

The size of the opponent's flagship has exceeded his cognition, and through the telescope, he clearly saw the opponent's main gun firing at him.

Although the distance has already exceeded the range of the artillery, the impact is really shocking!

boom - boom -

Earl Lyman turned his head in astonishment, and saw sawdust splashing around the frigate, billowing black shadows.

My god, so far?

Moreover, this is a bomb, a single shell almost destroys a large battleship!
Boom!

Boom!

Before the Ottomans could react from the shock, countless cannons had already sounded from the opposite ship.

Lyman is going crazy, it's not scientific!
This distance is obviously not within the range...

Boom!

This time, the sound of the explosion rang in the ears, shaking people's eardrums so painfully.

Earl Lyman stood up staggeringly, and found that his ship had been hit by a side spin, and the hull was unstable and began to shake.

The soldiers near the side of the ship were immediately blown to pieces of flesh and blood, and the scene was simply horrible.

Immediately afterwards, another shell fell from the sky, this time it hit the main mast, and the huge sail fell down and was instantly ignited.

Earl Lehmann's ship is already the largest Ottoman warship, and after only two shells fell, it is already riddled with holes and has been baptized by water and fire.

The soldiers and crew on board shouted loudly and tried to put out the fire, but to no avail.

They watched helplessly as the fire spread and gradually engulfed the entire ship, only to jump into the water helplessly.

Earl Leman was already dumbfounded. He looked at all this in astonishment. Immediately afterwards, the whole ship broke in two from the middle, and slowly sank into the endless sea water.

However, the destruction of the flagship is just the beginning, because they have no idea what they are facing.

Otherwise, they will definitely regret going to sea...

No, they will regret why they became Daming's enemies!
Ever since the first iron-clad ship Zheng He was launched, Ming's frenzy of shipbuilding has not stopped. Today, there are already five ships.

These are just Zheng He-class battleships, and there are slightly inferior frigates and light frigates, as well as reconnaissance ships, landing ships, supply ships, transport ships, etc. of different sizes.

In this trip to sea, there are hundreds of ships powered by steam and armored.

Including old-style treasure ships and sailing ships, there are more than [-] ships of various types.

There are deafening shelling sounds everywhere on the sea.

The Ottoman navy was beaten into a panic. Some ships fought back hastily, and the shells that flew out were not accurate.

Even if there is a hit, the outer layer of the ironclad ship is just a crater.

woo-

The Zheng He was like a violent beast, braving thick black smoke, roaring towards the enemy ship.

The Ottomans finally realized that the behemoth in front of them was really... too big!

They had to look up to see that the huge ship covered the sky and was so close at hand.

"Turn the rudder!"

"It's out of control, it's too late!"

The tonnage of the ironclad ship is too large, and it is driven by a steam turbine, forming a strong vortex at the bottom of the ship, so that all nearby ships lose control, and some even roll over, just like a flat boat in a storm, small and helpless , can only resign to fate.

Now, the ironclad ship is their sky!

"Run!"

"Help me..."

Seeing the huge ironclad ship crashing into it, the Ottoman navy no longer had the heart to resist, and one after another jumped out of the ship to escape.

Boom!

clatter...

The front end of the ironclad was like a sharp dagger, stabbing hard into the side of the sailing ship, splitting it into two ends.

The whole process was neat and tidy without any hesitation.

There were screams everywhere, and some people were too late to dive and died on the spot.

This is Ottoman's most advanced battleship, and it just turned into a pile of sawdust and disappeared on the sea.

Several other ironclad warships followed suit, rushing into the enemy's formation and rampaging.

Of the fifty ships, half were sunk by artillery shells, and the other half were torn apart by ironclad ships, which was horrible.

Ship planks and pieces of wood were floating everywhere on the sea, and a fleet with luxurious equipment just disappeared.

Not far away, Zhang Jin's hand holding the telescope trembled.

He witnessed all this with his own eyes, and he was shocked besides being shocked.

In his view, although the Ming army has the upper hand, the Ottoman navy should not be underestimated. The two sides played a game at sea, and in the end the Ming army won, expelled the enemy ship, and successfully returned to Ceylon Island. It was already a great victory.

Unexpectedly...

What tactics, what bravery, what experience...

In the face of absolute power, any so-called tactics are useless.

It's like a middle-aged man facing a three-year-old child. This man still holds a knife in his hand. Does he need tactics?

There is no technology at all, just rush up and do it, and then it's over.

This is a unilateral massacre, a massacre!

Since being stationed on Ceylon Island, Zhang Jin has also experienced some battles, especially naval battles. He thinks he has accumulated some combat experience. However, he only realized today that what he experienced before was just a child's play. That's all.

Wherever the ironclad ships pass, there is only destruction.

Ottoman's ships seemed to be made of tofu, and they would rot when they were hit.

Before they even had time to raise the white flag, the battle was over.

A landing ship came quickly, picked up Zhang Jin, and boarded the Zheng He.

Zhu Qizhen stood on the deck, feeling very comfortable with the sea breeze blowing on his face.

It just smells like gunpowder smoke and a faint smell of blood...

"Minister Zhang Jin, long live my emperor!"

Zhang Jin was so excited that she knelt down and sobbed.

"Why are you still crying?"

Zhu Qizhen waved his hand and said, "Get up and answer!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Jin got up slowly, and described the current situation of Ceylon Island and her night attack on the Ottoman Navy.

Zhu Qizhen nodded slowly while listening, and said: "Very well, I read you right, and I will credit you for this battle!"

"I thank you for the grace!"

Zhang Jin wept again with joy, it was too difficult, if the emperor came one step later, he would definitely be buried in the bottom of the sea.

"Tell me again, how many troops does the Ottoman Navy have?"

"I didn't look carefully last night. There are roughly 2 ships with at least [-] troops."

"How many ships are there in their homeland? Do you have this information?"

"Returning to the emperor, the Ottoman navy has already fully deployed these combat forces."

Zhu Qizhen said with a smile: "In this way, I will save you another trip."

"The emperor means..."

"The Ottomans are wolves with ambitions. They not only detained our Deming fleet for no reason, but also attempted to attack Ceylon Island, which is my homeland of Deming. There is nothing to say. Pass my orders and move on!"

Zhang Jin said cautiously: "Your Majesty, you have just experienced a big battle, why not go back to Ceylon Island to rest, and then..."

"No need!"

Zhu Qizhen raised his hand to interrupt him, and said with a smile: "What kind of battle is this? It's just a warm-up. Now I'm going to get serious!"

The corner of Zhang Jin's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he wiped out his fleet of fifty ships in one go, or was it just a warm-up?
Suddenly, a terrible idea emerged in his mind.

Did the emperor lead the Ming navy to come out in full force, just to protect Ceylon Island and deal with the Ottoman fleet?

I'm afraid it's more than that...

You know, the Ottoman Empire controls the Persian Gulf area, and the geographical location is superior, it is a good place!

Whether it's land or sea, it can be connected with the territory of Daming, it's perfect!
Zhu Qizhen saw his eyes rolling back and forth, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, so he asked, "What are you thinking, so happy?"

Zhang Jin came back to her senses, and hurriedly said: "The emperor's martial arts and martial arts are far ahead of the Han and Tang Dynasties, he is really an emperor through the ages!"
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PS: Thanks to the book friend "Mourning Wu Huaxia" for the reward. Since the book was opened, Mourning Wu Huaxia has made a lot of suggestions, thank you again!
Thanks to the book friend "Three Lives and April" for the big reward!

Thank you for your tickets! !
(End of this chapter)