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The Spanish fired back, and even by 21st century standards, their response was fast enough. Not long after the first shell passed over the Feiyun, a second plume of smoke rose from the stern of the ship, and a shell rolled and flew away. Then, it accurately hit the dissipating water splash behind the Feiyun. Lin Chuanqing estimated that the error was about 50 meters.
The Feiyun is more than three hundred meters away from the stern in a straight line. Although it is within the effective range of the enemy, with its own speed and the limited firepower of the stern, the Feiyun is safe. The Spanish cannons are aimed and fired at the same speed. They are all very slow, and it takes a huge burst of character to hit the target.
"Continue to suppress the fire and hit the enemy's poop gun door!" Lin Chuanqing gave the order while observing with a telescope.
Just as the Spaniards' attention was attracted by the sudden appearance of the small boat and the deadly firepower on it, under Zhou Weisen's instructions, two snipers opened fire at the same time, and two gunners on a beach fort immediately fell down.
The sound of gunfire was drowned in the roar of Feiyun's typewriter. The gunners and soldiers on the fort looked around in confusion. Then they sniped again and again. People kept falling suddenly. Suddenly, the soldiers on the fort ran away. A clean one.
Zhou Weisen roared: "Fire!"
All the Minnie rifles fired together, the sound was extremely spectacular, and the edge of the woods was suddenly enveloped in thick smoke. But the sea breeze soon dispersed the smoke, and a second and third volley followed. Although the shooting level of the navy and sailors is not as good as that of the army, it is still effortless to shoot targets like the Great Galen at a distance of less than 300 meters.
Lead bullets hit the hull, gun doors and deck of Galen's ship like a heavy rain, and splinters of wood flew everywhere. There were screaming and falling sailors everywhere. Zhou Weisen knew that he could not slowly "turn" the ship with his minigun. Once the 16 gunports on one side of the ship opened fire, his 80-man battle line would immediately be destroyed. will be sieved.
"Machine gun crew, pay attention to suppressing the gun ports!" Zhou Weisen shouted, "Everyone is ready to attack! Bayonets on!"
As the charge suddenly sounded, Zhou Weisen put the riot helmet with a visor on his head, waved the revolver and rushed out first, shouting: "Go!"
The marines and sailors following behind shouted together: "Go!" They all rushed towards the Galen ship.
In order to avoid the opponent's artillery fire as much as possible, the attacking troops charged towards the bow of the ship in columns, during which the M240 and snipers suppressed the enemies on the deck from the sides. Blocking them from firing the two cannons on the bow.
The M240 roared from their flank. 7.62mmnato bullets flew over their heads one after another, sweeping the bow deck back and forth like a floor-washing operation. Zhou Weisen ran all the way. The sailors and soldiers in the camp were stunned by the firepower from both sides and completely lost the ability to react to the sudden appearance of the team. Except for a few people who reacted so fast that they raised their matchlock guns and fired a few shots at random regardless of the range. Without any effective resistance outside, it collapsed. Within a few minutes, the commandos dispersed the soldiers and sailors in the camp. All those who resisted were killed. Some of the remaining people fled into the jungle, and some surrendered. The sailors quickly set up a ladder on the bow of the ship. The special reconnaissance team was the first to board. A corporal climbed onto the bow of the ship with little resistance and quickly fired a flare. The m240 machine gun immediately moved its muzzle. Block the middle deck to block the enemy's counterattack.
Zhou Weisen climbed onto the deck, his sole slipped and he almost fell. A closer look revealed that he had stepped on a piece of skull that had been blown away. He cursed quietly. The bow deck was covered with corpses, and blood was flowing along the gutters. The first few team members who came up used continuous bursts of submachine gun fire to contain the Spaniards who were trying to counterattack. Almost all of them fell to the ground under the interlaced fire net of the Spaniards. Zhou Weisen fired several bursts and knocked down all the remaining people. The "stop shooting" signal flare was quickly fired.
The Feiyun and the M240 machine gun crew all stopped, and the deck was filled with smoke. The strong smell of blood made him feel nauseous. There were so many dead people - it was simply shocking that there were corpses everywhere, with blood, brains and various human tissues everywhere. Even more tragic than boarding the St. Louis. Apparently, when they launched the charge, most of the sailors and soldiers were out of the bunker and gathered on the deck to enjoy the rare clear weather without rough weather.
The sailors quickly took control of the entire upper deck, and translator Ah San was called in to speak. It didn't take much trouble. The crew, who were hiding on the poop and lower deck, surrendered. Saves you the trouble of transporting chlorine gas. When cleaning up the corpses, it was found that the Spaniards had left a total of 150 corpses on the deck and in the camp. Less than 40 people surrendered, and a dozen others fled into the jungle.
The San Raymundo is smaller. It also did not carry infantry, and the crew at the time of departure was only 250 people. At the time of the grounding, only 200 crew members remained.
During the battle, a total of four sailors and sailors were killed, all killed by matchlocks while climbing onto the ship. Another person slipped and fell while boarding the ship and broke his leg. However, he was not seriously injured. The health staff splinted him.
Zhou Weisen asked several captured sailors to go to the jungle to recruit the escaped Spaniards, promising to treat them as captives and never kill them.
The captain was brought in front of him. He was a gray-haired old man - when asked, he was over sixty years old. In an era where the average life expectancy is only in his early fifties, and half the sailors on the ship can die on a single voyage, Zhou Weisen really can't understand why an old man in his sixties is allowed to be the captain and sail across the ocean.
Perhaps sensing Zhou Weisen's doubts, the old man said that although he was a bit old, it was not surprising that there was a captain in his eighties still sailing.
"So you are a professional navigator?"
"Yes, my family has been sailors for generations." The old captain seemed very proud. "My ancestor Alonso Hernandez Avila once followed the great Marquis of the Valley on a ship to conquer New Spain. helmsman."
He then boasted about his family's glorious history of serving "Catholic kings" throughout the generations, seeming to indicate that he was a man of "ancestry."
Zhou Weisen knew through Asan's translator that the San Raymundo had also encountered the typhoon a few days ago - this was the second storm they had encountered along the way. Not only were the masts and stays almost completely destroyed, but the hull was also damaged. There were several holes in it. If the structure of Galen's ship hadn't been known for its strong structure, it would have fallen apart long ago. We managed to get here by relying on manpower to continuously pump water along the way.
Because the hole suddenly expanded yesterday and pumping water could no longer control the inflow, the captain decided to temporarily ground the ship here for repairs.
"Well, on behalf of the Senate, I am here to declare that you and the ships, sailors, soldiers and all cargo on board under your command are the spoils of the Senate. Before your fate is finally decided, as long as you obey our orders, I will give you a guarantee on the safety of ginseng."
The captain bowed, and then said: "May I take the liberty of asking which country's Senate it is?"
"My great Australian Senate."
There was a puzzled look on the captain's face. It was obvious that he had never heard of this term - or maybe Ah San's translation was wrong at all.
But the identity of the prisoner prevented him from asking more questions, so he had to say: "I am willing to serve you."
"The first order I give you now is to organize personnel to continue repairing this ship. Until it can sail again."
"Well, I don't have enough manpower..." the captain objected.
"My people will help and we will do it together."
So the camp was restored, and the surviving prisoners regrouped under the supervision of the marines to clean the decks and repair the ship. The Spaniards who fled into the jungle quickly surrendered - they had neither rations nor gunpowder, and would only become prey to the barbarians in the jungle.
After Zhou Weisen discussed with Lin Chuanqing, they decided to move the camp here. He unloaded several rowing boats from Galen's boat and asked Lin Chuanqing to take people back to carry supplies. He also gave Lingao power and informed him of the location of the new camp and the news of the capture of the San Raymondo.
Although the elders were very itchy about the cargo on the San Raymondo, they decided not to carry out a detailed inventory of the cargo, but to temporarily put a seal on it and wait until they returned to clean it in detail.
"Now we can wait for rescue with peace of mind." Zhou Weisen said.
Help came sooner than they expected. Hai Tian, who was dispatched from Xiangshan Ao, took advantage of the favorable wind and traveled all the way. On July 28, the coastline of Samar Island appeared in the lookout's telescope. After contacting the camp via radio, a plume of black smoke was soon spotted rising from North Point.
The Haitian immediately approached the coast. That plume of black smoke was ordered by Qian Shui Association to be lit as a communication signal. After seeing the figure of the Haitian, a green flare was fired in the camp - Lin Chuanqing soon saw a green flare rising on the opposite side - Bei Wei couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and finally found it.
"It's finally here, we can go home." Zhou Weisen gasped sharply, and the hand holding the signal rocket launcher couldn't help but tremble. Lingao, the home I had longed for, suddenly seemed within reach again.
Mendoza was going crazy with joy. As soon as she saw Bei Wei on the beach, she was the first to pounce on him. She threw herself into Bei Wei's arms and nibbled on his face, causing him great embarrassment. .
"It's okay..." Zhou Weisen looked very "tolerant", "Latin women are so... passionate... like fire..."
"I know." Bei Wei said with a wry smile, "You look pretty good - how is Robinson's life?"
"It's okay, I just have to eat dry food every day. I'm a little scared." Lin Chuanqing's eyes turned green, "Is there any special food provided by the veterans on the Haitian?" To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
