Chapter 8 Spanish Royal Treasure Transport fleet
"Captain, next, I hope you can cooperate with me to perfectly perform a maritime rescue operation." Liang Peng flew back and smiled at Captain George. His white teeth were shining like gems in the sun.
"Of course, I just hope you can be as trustworthy as a gentleman." Captain George wiped the sweat on his forehead nervously. He was not afraid of those Spanish warships, but of the young leader who seemed to be a little weird. Looking at his eyes, this guy always reminded himself of the one he had seen biting several strong hunts in a row in a hunting event in India. The lion that the dog finally retreated. God, I have no hatred with these Qing people. Captain George drew a cross desperately in his heart.
The Spanish fleet opposite has found an anomaly here. The sailors on the warship acted quickly, and the Spanish soldiers picked up their weapons and rushed to the deck from the bunker to look for bunkers. The gun position of the sailboat was opened, and a dark cannon protruded out from the open mouth of the gun position. Come on, it's like the fangs of a giant beast in the dark. The two armed merchant ships behind as escorts approached the treasure ship quickly.
"Young master, it seems that they have begun to prepare. What should they do?" Lu Yuan walked to Liang Pengfei and scratched his head under the wig. To be honest, the hat made him feel like a pot cover on his head.
"Well, that's good. It's my turn." Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand to pick up a French flag, stood on the bow of the armed sailboat found by the other party, and waved vigorously, but the other hand put a loudspeaker made of a copper basin on the boat to his mouth: "Help! ..." Fluent Spanish made him roar like an aria in an opera.
Just as he waved the flag in his hand with joy, Baron Edmund on the Spanish sailboat opposite put down the monoculars in his hand with a curious face: "What is that guy holding in his hand? And he has the same face as those Chinese on Luzon Island?
"Baron, you should know that the French are now active on the southern coast of Annan, where there are a lot of Chinese, so it is not surprising that there are several Chinese mercenaries. You know, the British have a lot of local mercenaries in India." Lieutenant Colonel Louis next to him cleverly explained this.
"Although I like some British drama and art, I still hate those damn Britons." Baron Edmund showed disgust on his face. If it hadn't been for the British, how could the great Sibaya Empire go into recession? Maybe he could become the governor of a new colony, instead of getting a hard job through his sister as he is now.
"I maintain the same opinion as you. Although the French are also annoying, the British are still the most despicable." Lieutenant Colonel Louis can't wait to be the commander of the Armada, exerting his talents and courage for the glory of Spain, instead of dealing with these ignorant nobles with those treasures of Wang Bao all day long.
"It's a miracle that their warships, my God, can still float on the water. What kind of naval battle have they suffered?" When the scars of the French warship could be seen with the naked eye, Baron Edmund couldn't help raising his hand to cover his face, staring at the red silk eyes, and rubbing a lot of white powder on his face. It was like an old girl who was playing tricks on the wind and found that a beggar actually wanted to scoop up her own bully chicken.
"They must have been injured and drifted along the current. They told the frigate to be alert and turn the rudder. We leaned up and help the poor French." Although Louis had been the captain of Yunbao for many years, after all, he was the elite of the Spanish navy and soon gave the right orders, and the musketeers on the deck also stood up from behind their respective bunkers, looking at the French warships that looked like a pile of tattered warships, and even some people pointed leisurely. Point it.
"Thank God, it seems that our prayers have worked. You must be angels sent by God... On behalf of our esteemed Captain Sir George Commley, I would like to pay high tribute to you." Liang Pengfei's copper horn in his hand was still flattering these Spaniards.
"Poor French, they have always been proud like a bunch of roosters, but now they are like chickens falling into the pool." Hearing the rolling flattery shuttling in his ears, even Baron Edmund's face couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, and even felt that he was a bird man with wings, and the defeated soldiers on the opposite ship were crying and kissing his instep.
"Dear Sir, can you swear that as long as this is over, you will let me and my crew go?" Looking at the Spanish sailboat that had already leaned up, Captain George was still a little uneasy.
"Of course, I swear in the name of God." Liang Pengfei raised his hand solemnly and cast a curse. For Liang Pengfei, swearing is simply a piece of paper to wipe his buttocks. If he runs out, he will throw it away. If it really works, he has already fried his bones in the oil pan in his previous life.
Finally, when the two ships met, Liang Pengfei touched the short dagger hidden in the boots and took a deep breath. The good show was finally about to begin. The first step got on the board of the boat and walked over.
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Liang Pengfei and Lu Yuan helped Captain George. The white scholar with a musket and Monk Chen with a huge machete on his back followed him. They always followed the guidance of the first mate towards the towering stern of the ship.
"Let's go down and welcome our French friends." Baron Edmund touched his hands gracefully. Next to him, his attendant immediately handed over a makeup box. Baron Edmund carefully looked at his appearance again before walking down the stairs to the deck with satisfaction. Lieutenant Colonel Lewis was respectfully half behind the baron.
"My dear French compatriots, I didn't expect to meet you in this sea area. Look at your warships, my God, what terrible misfortune you have suffered?" Baron Edmund stopped when he was still a few steps away from Liang Pengfei and others, pulled out a silk scarf to cover his mouth and nose, and the annoying smell of blood made people almost unable to breathe.
"I'm George Commage, the captain of the warship Elf. We are the French warship in Annan. We arrived in this area because we chased a group of damn British pirates. We had already won, but we didn't expect that they would come to the reinforcements. We tried our best. With all our strength, we lost both sides in the end. Fortunately, we finally survived. Thank you, my dear Spanish friend. Captain George's Spanish is not authentic, but at least it can be understood by these Spaniards. When Liang Pengfei and others supported Captain George and wanted to get closer to Louis and others, they were immediately stopped by the Spanish soldiers, and Liang Pengfei had to stop.
"This is the respected Baron Edmund. I am Lieutenant Colonel Louis, the captain of this Montreal. I would like to express my deep condolences for your misfortune. Those damn British pirates should indeed go to hell. Lieutenant Colonel Louis agrees with Captain George. I have a question. Why are there so many Chinese soldiers under yours?
"Because we have just been attacked by a savage tribe in the Annan area, we have killed and injured a lot of companions. In order to maintain our combat effectiveness, we have to select some reliable people locally to supplement. The Chinese are smarter and more obedient than those indigenous people. Liang Pengfei had already thought about this for George, so there was no flaw in the answer.
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PS: The editor said that there will be a recommendation until next week. I'm speechless. Let's wait slowly. During this period, I also sort out my thoughts well, write down the following plots, and let one ** come one after another, so that everyone can watch it comfortably. ;