A cannonball grazed the mast of the ship at high speed, flew diagonally across the port side of the ship, and splashed a cloud of cold water on the ice-filled sea.
Amid the hurried shouts of the sailors, the sea breeze blew the sails, and the huge blessing ship quickly sailed towards the deep sea like a gliding Kunpeng.
The sound of artillery behind them became more intensive. The artillery at the rear of the Fu ship fired back at the shore, and several Fran cannons fired at each other along the coast.
The front-loading artillery had no accuracy, and the artillery on both sides was like noobs pecking at each other. As the four Tianjin artillery pieces arrived in Zhangjiagang one after another, the exchange of fire was one-sided. Several sailors climbed up and down the bare mast like monkeys, and their movements Skillfully maneuvering the ship, he carefully moved forward among the ice floes and avoided artillery attacks with superb maneuvers.
Suddenly there was a scream, and a cannonball hit the mast. The flying wood chips hit a sailor who was lying on the mast pulling the sail. The sailor fell to the deck with a dull sound.
Fortunately, the Fuchuan had gradually moved out of the range of the Fran cannon at this time and accelerated towards the deep sea.
The last few iron balls set off water splashes on the sea surface at the stern of the ship. The water splashes disappeared and there was no more movement.
Pei Dahu took a long breath and looked back at the sailor who fell on the deck. He had already died, and a pool of blood could be faintly seen on the deck.
Pei Dahu was used to seeing life and death, so naturally he would not be sentimental. He held his hands on the side of the lucky boat and looked around. The dark sea looked like the face of a giant beast, as if it could open its mouth to swallow everyone at any time.
However, at this moment, he felt a sense of relief that he had never experienced before, just like when he escaped from the Sarhu with Ping Liao Hou, a kind of pleasure of surviving a disaster.
However, everyone knew that the danger was not over yet. A touch of fish belly white appeared in the eastern sky, and it would be dawn soon. If they can't go far before dawn, they will be overtaken by the Shuiying ship. By then, there will be no place to escape in the vast sea.
A short, stocky sailor with a fierce look shouted loudly from the observation pole:
"Check the damage to the mast and repair it quickly! Clean up the dead people on the deck!"
Five or six sailors immediately got busy.
When they boarded the ship, Yang Hao told Pei Dahu that this short and stocky man was named Han Chao. He was the owner of the sailors of this lucky ship and he used to be a pirate.
When he boarded the ship just now, Han Chao was fierce to others, but in front of Yang Hao, he was respectful and respectful, which was completely different.
It seemed that the relationship between the pirate and Yang Jinglue was not simple. Pei Dahu was too lazy to guess. He stayed on the deck for a while and then hurried back to the cabin.
It can freeze people to death on the deck. Except for the sailors, everyone else is hiding in the second bilge.
Pei Dahu had thirty-five men, and now only nineteen were still breathing.
The living people also had injuries on their bodies. Shen Lian and Lin Yu's chainmail armor was filled with arrow feathers, and the bright helmet on Wu Xiao's head disappeared.
Lin Yu and the others were not the only ones in charge of the rear at the last moment, but everyone else was dead.
If the three of them hadn't run so fast just now, they would now be three cold corpses on the beach. Their heads were chopped off by Dongchang Fanzi and taken to the Ministry of War for examination.
Lin Yu, who was like a giant bear, pulled out the arrows from the chainmail one by one. He glanced at the two wounded soldiers lying on the ground. They were Wei Zhao's servants, and they were still groaning in pain.
Lin Yu took out his coconut scoop and handed the water to the two servants.
Both of them were hit by fire cannons. Although their vital parts were not injured, they were bleeding all over the ground and it looked like they would not survive.
"Big man Lin, don't waste your efforts."
Wu Xiao waved his hand to Lin Yu. The Shaanxi guard was slumped on the floor. He didn't even have the strength to speak now.
Half an hour ago, when Wu Xiao jumped onto the deck of the fortune ship, he heard the faint sound of wind behind him. He subconsciously shrank his head. Ming Helmet was hit by a flying ax and fell into the dark sea.
He still felt scared when he imagined it. If he had not dodged just now, it would not have been his helmet that fell into the sea, but his head. "We will fight back in the future! Fight back to Tianjin!"
Pei Dahu saw that several of his men were exhausted and showing signs of fatigue, and comforted everyone.
"Then it depends on when your Marquis Ping Liao will lead his troops into the pass. No matter how powerful he is in Dongchang, he is just like an ant in front of Kaiyuan's army!"
Shen Lian was now completely tired of these beatings and killings. Many people had died under his sword just now.
Until the last moment, the dog thief Xu Xianchun did not show up, and his revenge had to be postponed again. He was depressed, but fortunately both of his younger brothers were still alive.
Zhao Yuanzhi was hit by an arrow in the arm, and Lu Jianxing was slashed in the calf. Fortunately, it was nothing serious.
Shen Lian spat, said hello to Pei Dahu and others, got up and went to see his mother in the back.
Just as he stood up, he bumped into Yang Hao coming from behind.
Yang Hao saw that everyone looked dull and showed no joy in surviving the disaster. He looked out the window at the dark sea and said to Pei Dahu:
"I heard that you are not going to Liaodong?"
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