In southern Kyushu, rumbling artillery fire was heard in Kagoshima Bay.

That was the First Squadron of the Punishment Fleet, clearing out the remaining Fangjin navy.

Amid the white smoke, dense shells poured down on the Guan and Xiaoqing ships gathered in the bay. Those warships made of pine wood could not withstand such close-range bombardment and sank one after another!

The Japanese are very stubborn. Although there have been reports of other navy demise, they just think that others are too weak and they will definitely be able to succeed.

In particular, the Satsuma clan, which had always been known for its tyranny, had long announced that it would use the Bozu navy, the best in southern Kyushu, to teach the arrogant Ming people a lesson.

They said so and did so. The Shimazu family assembled all 200 large and small ships, more than 3,000 naval forces, including 50 fire attack ships, to fight a decisive battle with the Ming Dynasty fleet.

To this end, they also made a careful plan - first, they would line up a part of their forces in the Osumi Strait to lure the enemy, and then pretend to retreat into Kagoshima Bay after the battle. When the Ming ships passed through the narrow strait, the main force of the navy hidden behind Sakura Mountain would rush out. First, they would use fire attack ships to clear the way, and then the main force would rush in, surround the Ming ships in one fell swoop, and start a boarding battle with the advantage of numbers!

Unfortunately, no matter how perfect the plan is, it still requires the cooperation of the enemy.

As a result, after the two sides encountered each other in the Osumi Strait, the enemy fleet was defeated after being bombarded, and they wanted to lure the Ming fleet into Kagoshima Bay.

Unexpectedly, when Wang Rulong saw that the wind was against him, he stopped chasing and turned around to attack the Tanegashima navy.

Not fighting against the wind was the battle plan he had formulated himself, so of course he couldn't take the lead in violating it.

Originally, Wang Rulong planned to let the Fangjin navy go. After all, there are very few chances of south winds blowing in winter, so it would be better to deal with them in the spring.

Who would have thought that just after we destroyed the Tanegashima navy, a rare south wind would blow in the middle of the night.

When Lao Wang saw that God was helping him, he decided to send them to their doom today. He immediately ordered the First Blood to lead a fleet of light ships to charge into Kagoshima Bay at dawn.

The Fangjin navy had never expected the Ming fleet to come back, so they all went ashore to sleep at night. The foot soldiers guarding the warships were stunned when they saw the Wuwei ships rushing into the harbor one after another with full sails, and they quickly rang the alarm gong.

Hearing the alarm gong, the sailors quickly got up and ran towards the ship, but it was too late.

On the Yixue, Chu Liuxiang and his men were just feeling depressed because they hadn't gained any military merits. When they saw the harbor was filled with Japanese ships, they were no longer polite to them. They immediately sent out red and red fire bombs!

The Marines also fired rockets, which set fire to the fireboats moored at the dock. The fireboats were full of flammable materials such as firewood, grease, and sulfur, which would catch fire at any time. The fire attack was quite effective! Unfortunately, they burned their own ships...

Warships caught fire one after another, just like the burning of Red Cliffs.

As a result, only a few dozen of the two hundred boats escaped and rowed desperately towards the bay mouth, but they were bombarded by the main force of the squadron that followed in with a barrage of Hongxi cannons, and their mothers could not recognize them.

Seeing that they couldn't escape, they quickly turned the boat around and tried to abandon the boat and escape...

Wang Rulong then ordered his men to attack freely and destroy them all, which led to the previous scene.

At this time, the sun was rising. Master Zhao, wearing a sable fur cloak, stood on the forecastle deck. He watched his subordinates chasing and killing the remaining enemies for a while, and then lost interest.

The gap in strength is too big, and just watching the weak ones being bullied is aesthetically tiring.

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"It's floating, a little bit..." Young Master Zhao laughed at himself, and looked down to see Colonel Pinto and Father Torres, who were putting the toilets back in place in each cabin.

Colonel Pinto seemed to sense something. When he saw him, he looked up and shouted excitedly, "Sir, I am a nobleman. You can't let me do such a dirty job!"

Of course, these words were translated by Father Torres. At the end, the priest added weakly: "I am a servant of God, and I can't do..."

"There is no distinction between high and low jobs." Young Master Zhao laughed and said, "Besides, here, the person with the highest status pours the night incense. This is customary!"

"Uh." Colonel Pinto was dumbfounded after hearing the translation. He didn't expect that this was actually a courtesy to him.

"Sir, please talk to me!" Father Torres begged, "I believe that once you understand our Jesuit Order, you will give up your hostility towards us."

"Then come up and have a chat." Master Zhao nodded and asked the guards to let them up.

~~

After a while, Colonel Pinto and Father Torres went up to the top deck.

Zhao Hao was worried that the two would smell. But fortunately, Japan was already very cold in October, and the wind was strong at sea, so he didn't smell anything.

After the two men saluted Zhao Hao, Colonel Pinto asked for a cigarette.

Zhao Hao nodded in agreement and asked the guards to fetch his personal belongings. Colonel Pinto found a rectangular wooden box and opened it, revealing a bunch of long thick sticks.

"Cigar?" Young Master Zhao blurted out. He didn't expect to have cigars so early.

"Cigar?" Father Torres' eyes lit up and he said, "Sir, you translated Cigar as cigar?"

"Well, I guess so." Zhao Hao just remembered that Yun Zhonghe had given it this name, so he smiled and said, "The burning ash of this thing is as white as snow, and the tobacco is rolled up like an cigar. Is this a faithful and elegant translation?"

"Faithful, expressive and elegant? Well said! It definitely counts. Chinese culture is truly profound and extensive!" Father Torres exclaimed sincerely.

Colonel Pinto cut off the end of the cigar with a pair of small scissors and handed the first one to Zhao Hao.

Mr. Zhao waved his hand and said that minors are not allowed to smoke.

Pinto handed it to the priest, who skillfully used the flint to light the match, then took a long puff of smoke.

Zhao Hao looked at the smoking priest with amusement, feeling that this image was somewhat inconsistent with the ascetic Jesuits.

"Thank God, the damned cigar was not introduced to Europe until the 16th century." Father Torres laughed and said, "So the church didn't have time to ban this kind of pleasure addiction."

"Haha, don't worry, your master will let you eat and drink as you please." Master Zhao couldn't help but smile.

"...Whatever you do, do it for the glory of God!" Father Torres looked at Master Zhao with increasing admiration. "I didn't expect that you have even read the First Epistle to Corinthians. You are truly very knowledgeable."

"Unfortunately, praising me won't save you." Young Master Zhao laughed and said, "You two should just stay here and wait for your people to come and redeem me."

"Respected Mr. Zhao, a learned scholar like you should not imitate the behavior of pirates." Father Torres said sadly: "The Gospel of Matthew says that you should treat others the way you want others to treat you."

"Well said." Young Master Zhao clapped his hands and laughed, "It seems that I am still too polite to you. According to the priest's theory, I should strip you naked, cut off your ears and scalps to collect the reward, and then lock you red-haired devils in the zoo!"

"Ah..." Seeing that Mr. Zhao, who was so pleasant just a moment ago, suddenly became terrifying because of his flattering complaint, the priest shuddered with fear, and the ash from his cigar poked a hole in his priest's robe.

"Why do you say that, sir? We, the Jesuits, are here to spread the gospel of the Lord..."

"I'd be crazy if I believed you! Didn't you Jesuits always advocate the use of force to knock open the door of the Ming Dynasty? Use cannons to force our emperor to be baptized?" Zhao Hao sneered and said, "Just like what you did to the Mayans, Aztecs, and Incas in America? How many Indian emperors have you hanged?"

"That was the work of the Spanish..." Father Torres did not expect that Master Zhao knew so much about their actions in America. That was clearly a secret that no one would mention...

"Are the Portuguese good people? The Spanish killed all the Indians in America, so they captured black people from Africa and sold them to America as slaves for the Spanish! From hunting to transportation, two-thirds of the black people would die. Robbers are not as cruel as you, please don't taint the word 'robber'!"

Zhao Hao sneered and spoke rapidly, "Father, if you are really as honest and upright as you say, would you deny this Satanic crime against humanity? Don't you need to repent and atone for your sins?!"

"This..." Father Torres stepped back repeatedly, his face pale, and stretched out his hand to make the sign of the cross on his chest, but one of his hands refused to listen and kept shaking violently.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Colonel Pinto asked quickly.

"No, it's fine." Father Torres waved his hands with lifeless eyes. He felt a sense of shame as if his fig leaf had been torn off, and even cracks appeared in the depths of his soul. "I feel a little uncomfortable. I'll take my leave now."

Then he bowed to Zhao Hao and said, "Your question is very sharp. Please allow me to think for a while before answering."

"Okay." Zhao Hao smiled again, waved his hand and asked someone to send the priest back. He then whispered to Gao Wudao, "Have someone keep an eye on him, don't let him commit suicide."

Gao Wu nodded and quickly gave orders.

Colonel Pinto looked at Father Torres blankly. He had never seen this wise old man show such a breakdown.

He wanted to leave, but he hadn't finished his cigar yet, so he wasn't allowed to smoke it...

He then talked a lot to Zhao Hao, who called the interpreter to translate it. It turned out that he was protesting against Young Master Zhao for intimidating a highly respected servant of God, and the Governor of Macau would definitely punish him!

"Hahaha." Zhao Hao couldn't help laughing and said, "You should worry about yourself. I heard that the Governor of Goa is the flagship of your Macau fleet, and the Oriental Beauty is a model ship carefully built by your Lisbon Royal Shipyard. Oh, by the way, there are 200,000 taels of silver on that Chinese sailing ship. With such a huge loss, your governor will not be able to explain to the viceroy of Goa, right? Who do you think he will find as a scapegoat?"

After listening to the translation, Colonel Pinto was sweating profusely and his face turned pale.

The guards were very impressed. The young master had a powerful mouth. Well, he said he was autistic again.

ps. Still two more chapters...