The dumbfounded people all looked at them with an incredible look!

When the small boats flew into the Turkish fleet like sharp arrows, and when they wandered between the Turkish fleets like elves on the sea, everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

"My God, they're desperate!"

But it's just a group of small boats!

However, they rushed towards the huge fleet without hesitation.

"Good guys! They're so crazy!"

Zheng Sen murmured, through the telescope, it was clear that the sailors on the boat had already taken off their clothes and threw them somewhere. They were exposed, and they tried their best to shout and row the boat.

In front of the boat, a sailor stood in front, holding a mob in their hands and throwing it at the behemoths.

When a sailor was injured, those people would take their oars and row the boat calmly, and their figures were reflected on the sea.

The sea is flaming red!

There was rolling black smoke rising from the red sea. However, Li Sankuan and the sailors on the boat were all full of murderous aura. The boats were like four sharp swords, wandering among the Turkish warship groups.

Amid the rumbling sound of cannons and the surging waves, facing these small boats, the Turkish warships actually fled and refused to give in to each other. The small boats chased each other like arrows off the strings.

The sound of waves, oars, shouts, and cannons gather together on the sea.

Sitting at the end of the boat, a soldier sat there with his chest straight. He was like an assassin dancing with a sword, holding the rudder with his hand, pointing his eyes forward, a huge sailboat ahead was sailing, and the Turks on the boat were firing guns, and bullets shot up tiny water columns around the boat. He operated the rudder, adjusting the course of the boat from time to time to avoid attacks.

Finally, as he approached the enemy, he threw out a mooring bottle and a ball of flame immediately rose from the ship.

Suddenly, his movements suddenly stopped, like a machine suddenly stopped operating.

The paddlers also stopped.

So the boat stopped moving, and everyone was stationary. Hundreds of tiny water columns splashed around them, and dense shotguns enveloped the entire boat. However, in just a blink of an eye, the soldiers who were originally shouting for strength fell down, and the scattered blood mist made the surroundings of the boat red.

It seemed that they were all ready for all this. The sailors did not even take a look, but just kept their heads on the boat and attacked the surrounding ships with moors.

Death was already in their expected place, and everyone was mentally prepared, so they faced it calmly.

Death is either today or tomorrow.

Since you are going to die, you have to die as much as possible!

Facing death, no one retreated, and the sailors on the boat rushed towards the enemy who was hundreds of times stronger than Yuanda and theirs without hesitation.

The attack was sudden. After the initial sudden attack and after the Turks reacted, the effect of the attack was greatly reduced.

Seeing that the effects of the arson boats had been hit by Zhekou, Zheng Sen ordered loudly.

"Send flags and order them to exit the battlefield! Bomb the native fleet!"

"Deputy coach, this distance is simply not accurate!"

Faced with other people's reminders, Zheng Sen shouted loudly.

"Just shoot guns and cover the evacuation of the arson ship!"

It doesn't matter whether the attack is accurate or not. What is important is to disrupt the Turks' counterattack. With a command, the fleet's bombardment fired again.

After a fierce round of shelling, neither thick smoke nor fire rose around the Turkish fleet, but tall water columns rising one after another. The Ming fleet poured a large number of shells in the first round of volleys.

All the fifty, eighty and one hundred and twenty kilograms of bombardment on the warship were added to shelling. This round of shelling was like training, but because the distance was too far, the accuracy was really not worth mentioning.

For Mustafa, who was in the artillery fire, he was startled by the fire. The fleet was surrounded by the water column that was nearly missing. Although he tried his best to ignore the dazzling sea, he became nervous immediately.

"The timing of the Chinese people is so accurate!"

Mustanfa obviously did not know the instant fuse unique to the Ming Dynasty. He just thought that this was the time setting of the fuze by the Ming army.

At the same time, the arson boats also took the opportunity to evacuate the battlefield, which made the Turks, who were originally firing artillery, breathed a sigh of relief. Even if they sank more than a dozen boats, their losses were more than fifty warships ignited, and at least one-third of them could be seen as irreversible when they looked at the fire.

Not only did the sails on the masts burned the Xiongxiong fire, but the decks also burned. The sailors were constantly jumping into the sea to avoid being burned to death. They had obviously given up their hope of rescuing the ship.

The scene in front of him only made Mustafa extremely painful. Before the war began, dozens of ships were burned by the Chinese. Such a painful failure can be said to be unprecedented.

"Those Chinese retreat!"

Faced with the reminder from others, Mustafa said in a depressed manner.

"It's a retreat there, it's clear that the goal has been achieved!"

While speaking, he observed the losses of the fleet again, so he saw another scene. A warship full of scars and burning with strong flames suddenly exploded one after another from the head to the tail. The gunpowder on the gun position was detonated, and the fire and thick smoke were spitting out of the gun window like a volcanic eruption.

During the violent explosion, the fire on the ship burned even more violently, and some ships were even directly blown into pieces by the explosion at a distance.

"Damn Chinese..."

While cursing in his heart, Mustafa's heart was full of doubts. Until now, the scene of a black dot breaking through the sky and burning instantly when he landed on the boat.

What is the black spot thrown out by the Chinese?

Why does it suddenly burn?

Is it oil?

If so, why not need a fire point?

Mustafa's heart was full of doubts. Even until now, no country could replicate the Ming Dynasty's mooring bottle. After all, the "Motorov cocktail" was not just gasoline, but also needed chemical additives such as white phosphorus.

Don't understand?

In fact, there is no need to understand. The only thing that made Mustafa feel relieved is that their losses are acceptable...

What was lost was some slurry sailboats with weak firepower. In fact, from the very beginning, he planned to use those slurry sailboats to attract firepower, which was just an auxiliary function. By the way, it was also useful when jumping to the gang... It was just a little earlier now.

"It finally came in handy!"

While talking to himself, Mustafa ordered.

"Let the boat down to save people, and the fleet reorganizes its formation..."

Before he could finish speaking, another violent explosion came from over there, and another ship was blown to pieces during the explosion...
Chapter completed!