At this time, it was time for the dead Taoist friend not to die for the poor Taoist. Su Xiaolou took a step back, raised his arms and shouted: "Soldiers! Charge with me..." Suddenly, he staggered and rushed onto the springboard at the lead.
Mudd! Who recommended me? Su Xiaolou glanced around to see who had pushed him, and then saw everyone looking at him with admiration, and then they let out shouts, and more springboards were put up. Forget it about the robot's warship, let's settle the score later.
Mr. Wang looked at Su Xiaolou with admiration: "All the soldiers will follow Su Xiaoqi and fight over." The soldiers raised their swords and stepped on the splints, waving flags and shouting to rush forward. Suddenly there was a gunshot in front, and several warriors who rushed at the front Su Xiaolou fell into the sea like a dumpling, blocking the first wave of fire. After watching it, Su Xiaolou was afraid for a while. Fortunately, he stopped, otherwise he would be the one feeding the sharks now.
Seeing that everyone was a little scared, Su Xiaolou shouted at the top of his lungs as if he was dead: "Charge forward, don't give them time to reload ammunition, hurry up, rush forward!"
Everyone was once again high in fighting spirit, waving flags and shouting, and began to charge into the formation. They saw a man whose whole body was charred and black, stepping onto the big ship of the Franji. With a wave of his long knife, the Franji in the front row who was about to fire sprayed blood. , fell to the ground in pain, and another knife hit. The Fran robots who retreated to the back row to reload ammunition fell to the ground one after another like puppets with broken strings, giving the Ming army time to rush into the formation.
In addition to this Qinggong and this swordsmanship, Su Xiaolou could not imagine that there was another person on the boat besides Zhen Dexiu.
When it comes to close combat, this is the advantage of the Ming army. Although the soldiers who have been fighting hand-to-hand with pirates all year round are not as capable as Zhen Dexiu, they have rich experience in close combat.
The Franji warship was already on fire, and the entire ship was shrouded in smoke. Su Xiaolou stepped over the gangplank and saw that most of the people standing on the deck were unarmed Tuen Mun people. This month of bloody battles , the Franji people were seriously short of manpower and there were only a few people left, so they threatened the people in Tuen Mun with guns to board the boats to refill ammunition, and even used them as human shields.
The few civilians who were lucky enough to survive on the warship huddled together in a corner. Seeing the officers and soldiers in Guangzhou, it was as if they were seeing a savior. Su Xiaolou shouted to them: "Quick! Get on the gangplank to our ship. This ship can't hold on for long." "
Mr. Wang also paid attention to the situation here and cast an approving look at Su Xiaolou. The soldiers had already rushed to the giant centipede of the Franji people to burn, kill and loot. There was only one imperial envoy left. Why bother with Mr. Wang? When people are gone, why should the boss and the people personally come forward to help the people in Tuen Mun retreat.
The people in Tuen Mun rushed to the gangplank. Su Xiaolou took a quick look and saw that there was a bag with only one pair of eyes. The old man with a stooped waist seemed to be something wrong. Su Xiaolou quickly stepped forward and took off his clothes to take a look. Isn't this blonde, blue-eyed, pure Franji? Put this nonsense aside to make up for it.
Su Xiaolou slipped away and planned to throw him into the sea to feed the sharks. The old man grabbed Su Xiaolou's thigh and cried in broken Yingtian dialect: "You can't kill me, I am a god on earth." Agent, kill me and you will offend God.”
This is still a missionary. Westerners all believe in this trick. Maybe this old man can be of some use. Su Xiaolou dragged him back: "If you can make your people surrender, I can consider letting you go."
The old missionary man didn't hesitate for a moment and agreed immediately: "Okay! I promise you."
The speed of the rebellion made Su Xiaolou gasp in surprise: "Those are all your compatriots!"
The old man adjusted his tall monk hat and said with a serious face: "My mission is to let more people know about our God. Everyone is my compatriot. If anyone stands in the way of my mission, I can only send him to meet Satan."
Absolutely!
"Let's go! My marksmanship is very accurate. If you try to escape, I will shoot you immediately."
Su Xiaolou held a firecracker against the old man and rushed into the cabin. The magnificent cabin was in chaos. The Franji people and the Ming army struggled with each other. Several gunshots were heard from time to time. Su Xiaolou swept around and saw Zhen Dexiu grabbed a thick-haired Franji man, threw him onto the table with an over-the-shoulder throw, and raised his long knife. Judging from the clothes of this man, he should be a high-ranking official.
"Save someone under the knife!" Su Xiaolou rushed forward and removed the gun from his waist.
Giving the old monk a look, the old monk climbed onto the table on his hands and knees and shouted loudly in Portuguese: "Give up your resistance! My compatriots, this is God's messenger, sent to redeem you." Sure enough, God They only tell others to die, but never actually die themselves.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you, redemption? Is there anyone who comes with a blunderbuss and a long sword to redeem us? This bad old man is very bad.
Su Xiaolou kicked this bad old man down: "It seems that your compatriots don't trust you very much, so go and see Satan."
He pressed the blunderbuss hard against the head of Franji who was lying on the table: "Put down the weapon, or I will kill your leader."
There was a brief silence in the entire cabin. A group of Francois looked at each other, not knowing what to do. A string of frightened and urgent Portuguese words came out from the table: "Put down your weapons, quick! Listen to him."
The leader had spoken, and the Francois put down their weapons one after another and surrendered.
The Franji people were already in a state of defeat. They wanted to capture the thief first. Su Xiaolou led a few soldiers to search the boat up and down, but could not find Andrade's figure. He dragged up a man who was lying on the boat. Franji, who was lingering on the ground, asked: "Say quickly! Where is Andrade?"
"No...don't know."
Just heard someone shout: "The pirates are coming."
not good! Su Xiaolou ran to the deck and looked into the distance. The big ship was looming in the sea breeze. He couldn't see the shape of the ship clearly, but it was definitely a big ship.
The big ship was getting closer and closer. At this moment, there was a roar in the distance, and a cannonball exploded in the middle of the plywood. It was like a flower blooming on the ground. The whole ship swayed, and several prisoners who were being pushed staggered. It fell into the sea.
This firepower, this is not a pirate! This was definitely the giant centipede of Franji. The sky was full of artillery fire and Su Xiaolou quickly found a bunker to hide.
Only a roar was heard, and the two giant centipedes behind them began to turn their rudders, desperately knocking away the surrounding boats, and headed towards the warship in the distance.
Unfortunately, the Franji were about to escape. Mr. Wang also discovered the intentions of the Franji. He immediately sounded the drum to recall Mingjun and concentrated his firepower on the two giant centipedes that were about to escape.
