Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 719 Skull Flag

"so boring!"

Lying on the ship's side, watching the mighty fleet constantly adjust the wind direction, lined up in an S shape for a while, and in a B shape for a while, lying on the side of the ship and looking at the sea, Qiaoyan couldn't help covering her mouth with her slender little hands , let out a big yawn.

The Pacific route is considered to be the calmest. When Magellan crossed the Strait of Magellan from the Atlantic Ocean and suffered from the wind and waves, the fleet lost only three ships and more than half of the crew died. However, it took three months to go to the Philippines via Guam from South America. There were no wind and waves, so Magellan took it as the Pacific Ocean.

But this route in the North Pacific can be regarded as the most boring. Except for passing through the Hawaiian Islands more than half a month ago, the nuts, fruits and beaches there made Qiaoyan more interesting. Except the deck is the deck, the initial enthusiasm has been consumed, and now Qiaoyan can't help but feel some regret.

To be honest, for a girl like her who works under Song Qingshu, there are too many options for her to marry. After all, she was born as a Yangzhou skinny horse. A close relationship, he was a singer, an opera, and a medical officer. The young men he dated on weekdays were not celebrities or literati, and they were the sons of rich and powerful families.

Just like Yingying, a former member of the Qinhuai Orchestra, they married the young son of Lu Weiqi, a celebrity who fled to the south of the Yangtze River from the north. As a civilized new bourgeois family, the Lu family owns more than 20 manors in Northern Luzon, and their wealth is no less than one million taels. , and several other sisters, either the mayor of the new governor, or some big man, there are not many unmarried like her and Yu'er.

However, Qiao Yan always felt that it was the fault of the children of the family. It was either too frivolous or scary, and many people were not attracted to her, but the aura bestowed by Song Qingshu on her body. Yingying complained several times , her husband's family always forced her to find a relationship with the handsome man, which made her extremely distressed.

During the period in Wa Kingdom, Qiaoyan had a good impression of Zheng Sen for a while, but this guy's attention was all on Yu'er, and recently it was rumored that he was very close to the princess of North Korea, and Qiaoyan was unwilling to be a concubine.

This guy named Yang Yong was the first one that made her feel very special. With his strong masculinity, even the severe pain of sawing his legs, he survived until the operation was completed.

However, this tough guy is like a piece of iron, and he has no interest at all. After complaining, Qiao Yan lazily stretched his waist and turned around. Yang Yong, who was lecturing to the sailors under the mast, also turned his head to look at it. She glanced at her, then turned her head stiffly and continued to lecture the sailors.

"This wood!"

Rolling his eyes boredly, Qiaoyan drooped his two little hands weakly and walked towards the cabin.

Ding ding dong dong the sound of the guitar suddenly came from the overtime work, followed by a fresh and bright singing voice. The sailor who was busy on the sail suddenly hung down with his legs bent like a monkey on the mast, and the man who was cleaning the overtime work was also Shaking the frequency following the melody, watching the beautiful girl sitting on the front deck singing a long song, Zhao Yong couldn't help but stare blankly for a few times, but finally shook his head, moving the lower half of the wooden fake right Legs, head for the rear deck.

Departing from Matsue, entering the warm North Pacific Current along Japan, passing through Hawaii and arriving on the west coast of America, three months passed in a flash. Just the day before it was about to dock, the Mayflower Fleet, which had been traveling peacefully all the way, encountered a rare large ship. storm.

The sky was as dark as the bottom of the pot, pea-sized raindrops were crackling on the deck, and waves several meters high kept coming from the front. The entire fleet was played by nature as if it had entered a giant's bath tub. In the palm of your hand, the roaring sea shows people how powerful they are and how small they are.

The ship Qiaoyan was on belonged to a merchant ship, it was a little smaller, and the bumps were even more serious. Among the supplies on the upper deck, things fell on the ground with ping-pong-pong pong. , vomiting continuously.

At this time, the door was knocked lightly, and she leaned on the wall to open the door, but Qiaoyan was caught off guard that another big roller coaster came, shaking her forward screaming, and she didn't care about being polite at the other end. , directly opened the door and broke in.

"Are you OK!"

Helped back to the bed again, the pale Qiaoyan was about to answer, but her throat was itchy again, she turned her head and hugged the trash can beside the bed and spit out a few mouthfuls of acidic water, and then came back limp again. , a handkerchief gently wiped her mouth to help her wipe off the dirt.

Only then did she regain some energy, Qiaoyan opened her eyes again, and met her eyes, Yang Yong's hand immediately retracted as if shocked, and immediately untied a bamboo tube from his waist and handed it over.

"Sour plum, tangerine peel, drink this, it will be much better, I'm leaving!"

Throwing down the bamboo tube, Yang Yong was about to go out with a limp again, but unexpectedly his sailor coat sleeves tightened and was held by a small hand.

"Stay with me later!"

"If you're not busy!"

Looking back at Qiaoyan's pale face, he hesitated for a while, Yang Yong resentfully pulled the chair next to Qiaoyan's desk at the head of the bed, and sat down.

He is not the kind of person who is good at communicating, but Qiaoyan is, he took a sip of sour and salty plum water, it seemed to be really effective, and it made his almost overwhelmed stomach feel better. Looking at the cramped appearance of this wood, A smile appeared on Qiaoyan's delicate cheeks.

"I remember that you belong to Master Lu, right? Why don't you get seasick on this boat?"

This topic can be regarded as a part of Yang Yong's life, it can be regarded as prying open the mouth of this boring gourd, and chuckling with difficulty, Yang Yong said with a bit of reminiscence.

"Back then, we fought with the commander-in-chief and the Dutch barbarians. We were a naval landing division. In the Luzon Sea, the storm we encountered was even bigger than this. At that time, I almost vomited my bile. Crab, fill me with half a jug of water soaked in sour plums."

"Later, according to what he said, I stood on the bow of the boat with him every day to adapt to the bumps. After fighting for more than half a year, I really didn't get seasick anymore!"

"Crab Chen, what an interesting name!"

This time it seemed that the peak of the flood had passed. After the last big wave, after a long time, the jolting actually calmed down. Qiaoyan leaned lazily on the pillow, and Qiaoyan opened his eyes wide with interest.

"That's right! This guy is very interesting. When the army stopped at the Galiman Strait, this kid urged the brothers of the whole group to sneak out. On the beach, he can always find oysters with pearls." His face was tough. The lines became softer, but immediately, a look of loneliness appeared on Yang Yong's face.

"He died in the battle of Yixing. At that time, our division was gouged through by Jiannuzheng red flag cavalry. A Jiannu pierced him with a spear. This kid also forcibly pulled the cavalry down."

For a while, the cabin fell into silence.

After a while, Yang Yong sat up with the help of the table, but he said seriously to Qiao Yan.

"When the boat docks, go back to Daming with the next boat, Miss Qiaoyan, this kind of life is not suitable for you."

This time, Qiao Yan did not argue, but lowered his head slightly, but at this moment, a sailor rushed over at the door.

"Captain, come quickly, there is a situation at sea!"

Startled suddenly, Yang Yong supported the wall and walked out in a hurry, stood up and staggered, Qiaoyan also followed in two steps in three steps.

The sea is really wonderful. It was stormy just now. After passing through this area, the rain stopped immediately. Although the sky was still gloomy, the waves were much calmer.

Rushing out of the storm zone broke up the Mayflower fleet. The huge and glorious Mayflower is no longer in sight, and the only things that can be seen around are my own tea number, and the porcelain number, the brilliant The three merchant ships No. [-] and the Navy escort ship No. Tengyun, when Qiaoyan rushed to the side of the ship, Yang Yong had already pulled out the binoculars and looked forward. On the sea level, several unexpected guests came into view.

Although Song Qingshu's warships borrowed from the design of the Galen ship, under the aesthetics of the East and the West, the warships and merchant ships of the Ming army can still clearly see the difference from the Western ships. These guys look like they are not our own.

"Which country's ship is it, English or Spanish?"

The captain Yang Yong actually didn't know much about navigation, but the first officer was officially retired from the Navy. He once escorted the fleet to India. After watching it for a while, Yang Yong turned his head and asked.

The more than 40-year-old seaman still held his binoculars high, but shook his head with difficulty.

"It's too far away, I can't see it well... No! They lowered the national flag, and replaced it with a black skull flag. It's a pirate! His mother's pirate!"

Several ships rang their alarm bells almost at the same time. The Tengyun turned its sails sharply and rushed out like a sharp arrow. At the same time, a semaphore was sent from the stern, telling the three merchant ships to evade to the north first. After receiving the semaphore, Yang Yong also followed suit. He shouted loudly without hesitation, ordering the sailors to turn the rudder north.

Amidst the violent creaking sound, the three merchant ships changed direction one after another. Seeing that they left the battlefield, Qiaoyan could only lie down on the poop deck in shock. In the misty sea fog, he could vaguely hear the roar of the battleship's cannon.

"Don't worry, Sister Song, those ineffective pirates are no match for our battleships!"

Seeing Qiaoyan's worried appearance, a sailor who was pulling the cable kindly persuaded him, but after watching, Qiaoyan suddenly stretched out his hand nervously: "What is that?"

Looking back, before the astonished sailor with round eyes could answer, someone shouted hastily from the bird's nest on the mizzen.

"The two pirate ships rushed past the Tengyun's interception, speed up! Speed ​​up!"

(End of this chapter)