When it comes to destroying sails and masts, chain bombs are the most effective. Unfortunately, Young Master Zhao has not yet activated this skill, and the coast guard force is naturally not equipped with this type of shells.

But the Ming Dynasty has its own unique weapon - Thunder Rocket!

When the warships of both sides approached within two hundred meters, the Marines, who had long been unable to contain themselves, launched rockets at the mountain-like behemoth!

With the creepy sound of breaking through the air, five-foot-long rockets rose into the sky, trailing red flames as they shot towards the Governor of Goa!

Because when attacking Jiangchuan City, 90% of the rockets missed the target, resulting in a huge waste... In the post-war review, Wang Rulong asked the Marine Corps to change to launching rockets within 300 meters in future combat.

Zhao Shizhen also temporarily helped the Marines by improving the rocket launcher so that it could give the rocket a more stable direction and angle.

Although the rocket's hit rate was still very touching, at least half of it landed on the Duke of Goa.

And there were too many of them. Seeing the battle getting intense, even speedboats came around to launch rockets. In a short period of time, hundreds of rockets covered the Duke of Goa, illuminating the caravel and the surface of Futian Bay!

Countless rockets whizzed through sail after sail. The huge square sail was constantly torn apart, and one side was shattered by the rockets.

The tail flame ignited and the fire quickly spread!

Fortunately, the large sailing ship had enough crew members and rich damage control experience. The sailors immediately aimed the pump at the burning sailing ship, and several jets of water shot out, desperately preventing the fire from spreading to other sails.

However, more rockets fell on the ship, and the gushing tail flames caused more than a dozen fires. The sailors were busy trying to put out the fires everywhere.

The sailors below the deck and at the bow risked being hit by shells and were busy using linen, planks and oiled linen to plug the hull that was pierced by shells to prevent the waves from pouring in. The water under their feet was already above their ankles, and if it wasn't plugged, it would be a big trouble.

What was worse than the fire and water was that after enduring so many rounds of attacks, the sails on the Duke of Goa were finally completely destroyed and the ship completely lost power!

Now, the large sailing ship can only move forward slowly by inertia, and its speed is visibly slowing down.

This means that it will be more easily hit by artillery. When the distance between the two sides is only one hundred meters, the lethality of the artillery will increase again. Unfortunately, many artillery pieces have become soft because they were fired too quickly and can no longer be fired.

Fortunately, at this time, the short but deadly Hongxi cannon took over the battlefield, and the thick barrel roared and fired huge shells - this time it was not grapeshot, but solid iron bullets weighing 30 kilograms!

The heavy shells hit the Duke of Goa's round and fat face, and each shot could create a wound as big as a washbasin!

A shell shot in through the hole that had been punched before, whizzing past the sailors who were busy plugging the leak, instantly killing more than a dozen people! Another shell shot in, hitting the gun carriage of a cannon. The wooden gun carriage immediately broke into pieces, and the three-meter-long cannon weighing more than two tons lost its restraints and rolled on this deck, smashing several cannons like a rolling pin, crushing and injuring more than a dozen gunners, and finally stopping after making a big hole in the bulkhead!

~~

Colonel Pinto stood outside the pilothouse with a sullen face, holding onto the carved railings with both hands, listening to the bad news that kept coming from the cabin, looking at the messy deck, the bow that had been beaten into a sieve, and the sails that had all turned into rags...

Father Torres had been sitting in the prayer room praying, but unfortunately the added dominance seemed to be of no use this time.

Colonel Pinto knew that he had to make a quick and manly decision, otherwise the Duke of Goa would only be sunk and burned.

"Little Lucas, give the order to hoist the white flag of surrender." Captain Pinto said calmly.

In fact, when his side was blocked in Futian Bay by enemy ships ten times their size, the outcome was already determined - he was just betting that the Ming Dynasty's firepower was insufficient. Unfortunately, he lost the bet, so he had no choice but to admit defeat.

"But Captain, we haven't fired a single shot yet!" the young adjutant said indignantly, "Our sailors are still here!"

"A large sailing ship that has lost its ability to move has no choice but to surrender." Pinto dejectedly took off his wig, revealing his real Mediterranean hairstyle, and said, "Remember, my little Lucas, for our sparsely populated Portuguese Empire, every crew member is extremely valuable. His Majesty the Emperor's vast colonies need us to protect. We must cherish our lives. It is not advisable to sacrifice lightly like the Ottomans did."

He glanced at the handsome young adjutant and said, "Little Lucas, I will be responsible for the failure of this battle. I cannot bear to see you grow up. Take our people and transfer to the Oriental Princess. Major Alfonso will continue to help you for me."

In the past few decades, the Portuguese Navy has never suffered such a humiliating defeat. Colonel Pinto knew that even if he could escape this time, the Governor would never let him go.

The adjutant saluted him with tears in his eyes and replied: "Colonel, the Oriental Beauty has also hoisted the white flag..."

"Uh...ah?" Colonel Pinto looked back in surprise. Once the naval battle started, each ship fought on its own, and he didn't notice the situation of the galleon at all.

It was only then that they discovered that the poor Oriental Princess had also had its sails destroyed and had lost two masts... Apparently Major Alfonso also believed that this useful body should be preserved for the empire rather than being destroyed along with it.

~~

Seeing the two large sailing ships hoisting white flags at the same time and dropping anchors, Master Zhao heaved a sigh of relief. His judgment was indeed correct - for a Portuguese with a population of less than two million and six thousand seafarers, but who had established a vast empire spanning four continents, Europe, America, Africa and Asia, there would be no senseless sacrifice.

As soon as Master Zhao raised his hand, Wang Rulong immediately ordered his men to hang up green lanterns to signal a ceasefire. The sound of artillery fire gradually stopped, and the sea returned to calm.

"Tell them that within half an hour, everyone must gather on the deck and surrender. I will guarantee their safety. After half an hour, anyone who refuses to surrender will be killed without mercy!" Zhao Hao gave another order in a deep voice: "And emphasize that the property on the ship has already belonged to the Tamra Garrison as spoils of war. Anyone who dares to damage it will be subject to the most severe punishment!"

"Yes!" Ma Yinglong immediately released the interpreter from the cell and asked him to lead him to the Oriental Beauty to convey his orders.

There are two marine squadrons traveling with us. Let’s take control of the warship first.

Haierge took two other marine squadrons, grabbed the interpreter from the cell, and went to the Duke of Goa to deliver the order.

All warships also remained on alert to prevent any unusual movements.

In fact, Mr. Zhao can rest assured that the Portuguese will never cheat after surrendering. Because there are too few of their own people, let alone the South Asian sailors who make up the majority, even the British and Dutch crews will never fight for them after surrendering.

It is even possible that in order to save their lives, they helped the Ming Dynasty people to kill them...

So Colonel Pinto and Major Alfonso could only watch as teams of Ming Dynasty people wearing blue uniforms and carrying bayonets and rifles climbed onto their warships along the hanging ropes.

The leading Marines climbed onto the deck, immediately took out their guns from their backs, and formed a formation to protect their comrades who climbed up later. When a squadron of Marines came up to the deck, everyone felt relieved.

Father Torres also came out of the chapel and stood next to Colonel Pinto, looking even more depressed than him.

However, the priest still forced himself to translate the Ming messenger's meaning to Pinto.

Pinto was not surprised by the other party's conditions and calmly accepted them. In European naval battles, after surrender, the ship, cargo and people all belonged to the other party, and the ransom had to be paid by one's side to redeem the people.

He was originally going to order all the artillery to be pushed into the sea according to the regulations, but the powerful firepower displayed by the Ming people in this battle made him feel that his order was ridiculous.

Others have already learned to cast heavy artillery, and have produced artillery dozens of times more than ours. What is there to be proud of?

So he simply ordered his adjutant to burn the confidential documents and the most critical nautical charts on the ship, and let the rest go.

"I can give orders according to your requirements, but you must abide by your promise, ensure the safety of our sailors, and give the officers due treatment." Colonel Pinto maintained the dignity of a senior imperial officer.

Unfortunately, the other party's messenger only repeated Mr. Zhao's orders over and over again:

"Everyone, lay down your weapons immediately and gather on the deck to surrender. We will guarantee your safety. Anyone who refuses to surrender will be killed without mercy!"

"The property on the ship is all spoils of war that belong to the Ming Dynasty's Imperial Tamra Garrison. Any acts of damage will be subject to the most severe punishment!"

The priest shrugged helplessly at Colonel Pinto and said, "My son, humble yourself. In East Asian civilization, prisoners have no human rights."

"Father, you should have said this earlier." Colonel Pinto glared at him angrily and said, "Otherwise I would have considered surrendering directly."

"I'm sorry, my child." Father Torres said with a wry smile, "Because you gave me too much confidence."

"You too, Father." Pinto put on his wig again. It was cold with a bare head in the middle of the night.

The two were then taken to the crowd on the front deck and guarded by armed Marines.

Another Marine corps boarded the ship and searched every cabin floor by floor, bringing all the people inside, dead or alive, to the deck.

~~

The Governor of Goa was so large that the Marines did not complete their search until daybreak, gathering everyone on the weather deck.

Seeing that it was light enough to operate, the five transport ships transferred the remaining ammunition to the warships and cleared the decks to receive prisoners.

At this time, a horn sounded on the flagship, announcing the successful completion of the "Hunting Plan", and the soldiers burst into thunderous cheers!

Now not only the 'Oriental Beauty', but even the 'Governor of Goa' is a prince!

P.S. I can’t refuse to admit my age. I stayed up late yesterday and I’m a loser today. I only wrote 1,000 words in the second update, so I can only update twice…