The rumbling sound of cannons rang throughout the sea.

Time went back more than ten days ago. Outside the Valdivian River, Yunsheng 1, which was flying a Spanish flag, suddenly opened fire on a near Spanish ship. The fierce artillery fire stunned the Spanish. The Spanish crew members waving and cheering on the deck were lying down in pieces under the bombardment of grape bombs. The "Galicia Flying Fish" on the other side also opened the gun door, and the water-like shells landed on the bow of the poor Spanish ship, causing many large and small traumas.

Ten minutes later, the Spanish warship "Red Trout" with a full load displacement of 400 tons slowly raised the white flag. When Julien de Ebrol took a group of sailors to climb the deck of the ship, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. The deck was covered with fallen sailors and crew members, many of whom were dead, but many injured were still wailing. The dead were usually killed by one or several tiny oval projectiles, which is a masterpiece of grape bullets. Without being blocked at close range, Julien can only say that God abandoned these poor Spanish people at this moment.

"British, French, or Dutch?" Falcao, the captain of the surrendered "Red Trout", asked coldly as Julian who was boarding the ship.

Julien did not answer his words, and his sailors were not interested in listening to the nonsense of the old Spanish man. They tied up all the surviving Spanish people and sent them to Yunsheng No. 1 to detain them, so that the superiors would interrogate these prisoners of war at any time.

"You have violated morals and war laws and regulations and actually raised the flag of the Kingdom of Spain! You should be ashamed! Shameless Frenchmen!" The old Spanish man was still chattering while being taken away from the ship.

"The winner is not condemned!" Yu Lian suddenly replied with a word from time travelers. After saying it, he was stunned by himself, and then slowly shook his head.

The "Red Trout" warship was well maintained. Although it was beaten up by nearly twenty artillery guns from two warships of Xiao Bailang Fleet at close range, it was mainly due to personnel losses and the damage to the hull was not very large. Julien ordered people to return to the "Galicia Flying Fish" to get tools and spare ship materials snatched from Chiloe Island, and began to carry out a simple renovation of the warship.

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"Okay, noble Captain Falcao. I'm sorry we invited you to my ship in this not so harmonious way. In fact, we need to know some of the latest news about your country's fleet stationed in Kayao. I think you can give us a satisfactory answer, right?" Xiao Bailang said as he looked at the Spanish captain who was tied into a rice dumpling in front of him. After that, he signaled to Father Pedero who was urgently recalled from the land for translation.

The language genius Father Pedero cleared his throat and then stuttered in Spanish. After the translation, there was no movement for a long time, then he realized that this guy was staring at the bulkhead on the ship and kept looking at it, muttering: "It's so incredible, it's actually an iron ship! Incredible! The devil must be a devil! The omnipotent Lord, please save my soul."

Father Pedero curled his lips and stepped forward and kicked Captain Falcao very hard, then repeated Xiao Bailang's question again.

Captain Falcao, who came to his senses, angrily spitted at Father Pedero, looked at the priest's uniform on Father Pedero, and said contemptuously: "The Lord will not forgive your sins and surrender to the shameless rebellion of the pagans! You violate morality, do not obey the common laws and regulations of wars, and rely on despicable shameless tricks to achieve a trivial victory! Tell you, the Tatans, I, Falcao from Valladolid, refuses to answer any of your questions!"

Father Pedero translated his words. Xiao Bailang laughed angry after hearing this. He ordered to the left and right: "Okay, children, take this noble captain down to warm up, hoping that this will help him correctly understand the situation he is facing. Be careful, don't mess it up."

Twenty minutes later, Captain Falcao, who was bruised and swollen, was dragged back by several strong sailors. Xiao Bailang looked at the Spaniard lying on the ground, paced slowly, and said nothing. The military boots made of cowhide fell on the floor and made a tick sound. After a while, Wang Tiechhui, the captain of Yunsheng No. 1, walked in from outside the cabin with a few pieces of paper full of words. He had just conducted a surprise interrogation of some Spanish crew members and a few low-level officers he had captured, and the paper was the news he got from the interrogation.

"So, Mr. Adrian Falcao from the Peruvian fleet, are you so awake now?" Xiao Bailang suddenly asked after reading the interrogation report, "Tell me, has the main force of Kayao's fleet set off? When did it set off? How many warships are there?"

Adrian Falcao didn't say anything, but he was just keeping chanting something, as if he was praying to God.

Xiao Bailang was a little angry for a moment, and then he slowly laughed and said, "Mr. Falcao, you are God's devout people. Maybe you don't care so much about your life. So, please save your loyal and pitiful subordinates who are God's people, because in ten minutes I will order them to be executed one after another. They have become our captives because of your stupid judgment. Now they will die unless I order them to be forgiven. Do you understand? Strong Captain, think carefully."

"You are the devil!" Captain Falcao whispered, "Everything you do is a devil's behavior..."

"Just as you did to the miserable Indians?" Xiao Bailang retorted, "I am about to lose patience, Mr. Falcao. Your young adjutant, Felipe Falcao, also from Valladolid, is about to be hanged. Pray for your nephew, poor man!"

"...My 'Red Trout' is here to fight the front station this time, and the main force of the fleet anchored in Cayao has not set off yet." Adrian Falcao expressed his difficulty, his expression looked extremely painful and complicated. "The scheduled departure date is July 10, because the war in the La Plata region occupied too much resources, and the material preparation work before departure was not fully completed, but the Governor stipulated that it would set off no later than July 10. This time, a total of 8 warships would go south, with the flagship of the "San Lorenzo" with a displacement of 1,250 tons and more than 60 cannons. Baron Nunes will serve as the commander of the fleet. After the fleet goes south, Valparaiso and Compassion as the main supply ports. General Santiago will send some troops on board the ship to fight as usual."

"Why are there only eight warships? So few?" Xiao Bailang asked with a frown.

"Wait for more than a month, the Gaya'anes fleet will arrive in Cartagena, and then they will head north to Port Bello. Governor Gutierrez must keep enough warships on hand to escort the fleet to Panama City and trade with cargo from Port Bello by land. The waters nearby are not very peaceful, and there are often pirate ships of English, Dutch and even French people coming to rob. A trade fleet without warship escort is very dangerous, and the Governor dare not take this risk." Adrian Falcao explained.

"That's right. But the Spanish really respect us. I was so flattered to send half of the remaining warships of Kayao to deal with us." Xiao Bailang got the answer he wanted and said easily: "Father Pedero, tell the captain that he and his crew are now pardoned for death. They will be imprisoned by us until the end of the war. By then, if anyone is willing to pay the ransom for them, we will not mind giving them freedom. Okay, after that, take them to the bottom cabin and be imprisoned. Be careful, don't make me anything happen!"

After the interrogation, Xiao Bailang sent someone to take a traffic boat to inform the landing personnel to move the various materials he had grabbed onto the "Galicia Flying Fish" as soon as possible, while whispering to discuss the next itinerary with Wang Tiechui.

"I think it's better to withdraw as soon as possible. Now many Spanish towns along the coast know that we are coming. I guess it's getting harder and harder to do when we go ashore in the future. It's not interesting to stay here. According to me, now we might as well turn around and rush to the island of Chiloe, hand over some of the seized weapons to the Araucans, and help them gain as much advantage as possible before the main force of Spain's rebellion arrives, and also create as many troubles as possible for the Spanish." Wang Tiech smashed his mouth and said cautiously.
Chapter completed!