Li Mingxun squatted on the ground and twisted his neck to see a hideous gum mask. This is the tradition of the tiger tailed man. The mask is made of gum. It uses mixed blood paint to draw a hideous and terrifying image of a devil. It is also equipped with white bones and colorful feathers, which adds a bit of gloomy and terrifying. Not only that, there are also such paintings on their rattan cards.

Li Mingxun strongly supports the actions of the people of Huweilong Society. He is very willing to believe that in this era, there are no real materialists except himself, and everyone believes in the strange powers and gods. What Li Mingxun likes is this intimidation and morale blow to the enemy.

After taking the mask, Li Mingxun put it on his head, and isolated everyone's vision. His heart calmed down instead, and Li Mingxun in everyone's eyes also changed from a weak shopkeeper to a terrifying demon god.

Li Mingxun waited quietly, watching the incense burning out in Baron's hand, which meant that the time for Song Laoqi had come to a point. He nodded slightly, and Baron's imitation bird's crying signal came out. Gao Feng, who was shooting upstairs, stared at the round and protruding object on the deck. He knew that it was the sentry's head.

With a whoosh, an arrow penetrated into the sentry's neck, and blood poured out from the wound. The sailor wanted to shout out a signal, but Gao Feng used a flat duck-billed arrow, which had cut off his vocal cords while shooting through the neck. The sentry struggled to cover his neck, and finally fell on the lifesaving boat beside him, and his head hit the bow of the boat, causing a stir.

Li Mingxun's raised hand did not put it down for a long time, and quietly waited for the riot mixed with the cries of chickens and ducks to stop. It turned out that in this era, the captain needed eggs in daily life, and the chickens and duck cages were usually placed in a lifeboat. When the noise stopped, the surroundings were still in peace. Li Mingxun knew that the Spaniards were not awakened and his hands were about to fall. More than 100 people behind him were divided into two teams, following Li Mingxun and Baron, slowly approaching the dock. After getting off the dock, he leaned on the bottom of the boat.

Baron went around to the other side. After confirming his position, the sailors beside Li Mingxun took action and hung the staircase on the fourth cannon door. The iron hook wrapped in deer skin did not make any sound. The ten sailors, like Li Mingxun, held a sword in their mouths, carried rattan cards, and slowly climbed upwards. The most important reason why the sailors were the first wave of troops was that they could use the flint gun.

Li Mingxun quickly climbed to the cannon door, and a stench came to his face. Although he was prepared, Li Mingxun almost vomited it out. He slowly climbed into the cannon door. When he opened his eyes, he saw a black cannon hole facing his head. He was slightly stunned and crawled in. He saw a twenty-four-pound cannon placed on the cannon truck. The cannon body was dark and reflected light. There were complex rope pulley structures on both sides. On the grid-shaped deck on the ground, there were more than a dozen shells neatly placed, and ammunition boxes were piled up next to it.

Between the gun deck support columns, there were rows of hammocks tied, and rough and sloppy sailors were sleeping on them. Li Mingxun walked through the hammock and suddenly felt his feet soft, as if he had stepped on something soft. He looked down and saw that it was a person's hand. The guy with the smell of wine scent muttered, turned over and continued to sleep. Li Mingxun then hung the lights on the pillars and found the entrance to the ammunition compartment. There was a cover plate at the entrance and a copper lock on it. The key to the lock was in the hands of the gunman, so there was no need to consider opening it silently.

More and more sailors came in, and they gathered around Li Mingxun. Li Mingxun pointed to one of the larger-grade people and left four people to the ammunition compartment, and walked to the stern of the ship. It was divided into two large cabins, one was the room of the gun officer and the spare muskets and weapons cabins. These weapons were only distributed to the sailors during battle, and were usually locked in the weapon compartment to prevent sailors from causing trouble. The other large cabin was the cabin of the ship soldiers, with about thirty people inside, and the rest lived in two upper floors of the same location. The greatest responsibility of these people was to suppress the sailors.

All cabins were locked from the inside. Li Mingxun originally wanted to find something to lock the cabin door so that the people inside could not get out. After controlling the sailors, he persuaded him to surrender. He carried the musket and walked towards the soldier's cabin, but the cabin door was bare and there was nothing fixed at all. Obviously, the Spaniards were experienced in preventing mutiny.

At this moment, the semicircular cabin door suddenly opened, and a soldier rubbed his sleepy eyes staggered out, untiing his belt while walking, but there was a devil standing in front of him. It had four eyes, sharp teeth and a bloody mouth, staring at him tightly. The soldier screamed and woke everyone around him.

Li Mingxun was startled and pulled the trigger immediately. His intention was not to kill this person, but to signal to others, but the lead that drilled out of the barrel hit the soldier's head, and the brain was mixed with blood and rain spread half of the hatch.

A gunshot made the entire San Juan explode, and the upper and lower decks were in chaos. The officers roared, the soldiers were shouting, and the sailors fled in all directions. Seven or eight native soldiers stood in the first row with rattan cards and shovels, and behind them were several sailors holding muskets. They did not fire, but just roared in unison, shocking the sailors in front of them.

A sailor lit a porcelain jar in his hand and threw it into the half-open soldier's hatch. The homemade thunder exploded among a group of soldiers busy dressing and looking for muskets. It was a bloody storm. Then several porcelain jars were thrown in, harvesting the lives of Spanish soldiers.

On the other side, several strong Han sailors hit the room of the gun officer. After breaking a gap, they fired several guns in, cut the chain behind with an axe, and rushed in. Li Mingxun was awakened by several explosions. He forced himself to walk out of the fear of killing the first person. He rushed to the door of the ammunition cabin, cut off the lock with an axe, opened the door. There was no one inside, but there were hundreds of gunpowder barrels piled up.

After checking the ammunition compartment, he walked up with a gunpowder barrel in his arms, took the boat light from an indigenous man, and walked straight to the group of fearful and horrified sailors. The second-level artillery deck had more than a hundred sailors and gunners. They held the axes, pushed the bullet rods and gunpowder forks, and aimed at Li Mingxun, but no one dared to step forward. Li Mingxun's blood-stained devil mask is as shocking as the gunpowder barrel in his hands.

"Put down your weapons and raise your hands!" Li Mingxun ordered loudly in Spanish he learned from Ma Donglai.

The lower artillery deck became quiet, and only the guns and shouts of killing were heard on the upper artillery deck were heard, and the thunderous sound of heavy objects falling to the ground kept ringing. The atmosphere was strange at this moment, and everyone was breathing heavily. A bearded sailor walked up to the front, held an axe, and asked in a puzzled tone: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Li Mingxun naturally couldn't understand what he said, and repeated the words just now, but the sailors were still standing there, and the situation was in a stalemate. Li Mingxun listened to the constant sound of guns and screams outside. He didn't know what the situation was, but he just wanted to solve the current deadlock as soon as possible. He opened the lid of the gunpowder barrel and poured out a large amount of gunpowder. The ship lamp in his hand was lifted on Li Mingxun's finger. As long as it fell, the whole boat would be buried with him!

With a bang, the bearded sailor threw away the push rod in his hand, and the rest followed suit. Li Mingxun blew a whistle, and more than a dozen unmasked native soldiers drilled into the cannon door on one side, holding rattan cards and swords, looking at everyone with alert. Ma Donglai came out from behind an indigenous man, stood in front of Li Mingxun, and said in Spanish: "This kind gentleman is the master of these barbarians. You only need to throw away your weapons and you can hide in the sailing cable room and storage compartment with your own personal belongings. As long as you don't resist, no one will hurt you. If you are willing to serve this noble gentleman, you can also get rewards."

At the end, Ma Donglai weighed the coins in his hand, and the three Jindu Carters flew in his hand, attracting many greedy eyes.

These sailors recognized Ma Donglai, and after hearing what he said, he believed it a little. The bearded sailor looked at the indigenous soldiers who had just come in and asked with some concern: "What will the noble gentleman do with us after the matter is over?"

Li Mingxun naturally knew what he was worried about. In Southeast Asia, the best result of the captured colonists was death. The natives had too many ways to torture them. Li Mingxun pulled off his mask and revealed a handsome and handsome Eastern Kong. He said: "My subordinates and I only punish those sinful officers and brutal soldiers. This is a war between soldiers and has nothing to do with you!"

Seeing that Li Mingxun was not an indigenous person, but a Ming people, the sailors were relieved. Under the surveillance of the indigenous soldiers, they picked up their own private goods and walked into the sailing cable room and storage warehouse. The bearded sailor held the wine-dividing vessel on the deck tightly, as if he was holding his wife. The other sailors were similar. They only had poor gold and silver, and most of the goods they valued were containers for wine.

At this time, Li Mingxun hurried to the stern of the ship. The ground was covered with minced meat in the soldiers' compartment, the deck and bedding on the bed were soaked in blood, and no one could survive. The gun officer also died in a terrible life. Li Mingxun, who had determined the situation, ordered people to guard the sailors and ammunition compartment, and took people to the upper floor of the artillery deck.

The upper artillery deck was full of corpses. Li Mingxun almost slipped in blood, while Ma Donglai was tripped by half of his intestines. Nearly a hundred sailors were squatting in the direction of the ship, trembling under the guard of the blood-covered native soldiers, many of whom were injured. Baron was attacking the cabin at the stern with the soldiers of Huweilong Society. This was originally an officer's restaurant and a prayer room, but it was connected to the upper soldier's cabin and officer's cabin. More than a dozen indigenous corpses fell in front of the cabin door leading to the officer's cabin. Baron had obviously had his eyes red and kept roaring.

Lee Mingxun grabbed Baron and ordered people to block all the passages leading to the upper deck to prevent them from throwing explosives downwards, and then drove the sailors into the bottom bottom cabin. Lee Mingxun only left four gun doors for each gun deck as ventilation, and the rest were closed inside to prevent the Spaniards from hanging people down with ropes.

The attacks were tentatively attacked twice, but they were both shot back by the mezzanine gunmen in the officers' restaurant. Li Mingxun decided to suspend the attack and wait for dawn. The situation outside had already been controlled. Ah Hai's spear throwing team and Gao Feng's gunmen attacked the panicked mezzanine gunmen on the deck at the beginning of the chaos, and immediately rushed into the dock and hid at the bottom of the San Juan ship.

Like most warships of this era, the San Juan was a big-bellied ship with the widest in the middle. The Spanish soldiers on the upper deck threw a few thunders, and were bounced away by the bulwarks, with extremely insignificant effects.

The news from Song Laoqi was not perfect. After seeing the flames on San Juan, they immediately set fire to the spinning boat on the dock, but there was still a hidden in the inner harbor, which survived. Song Laoqi tried several times, but failed and retreated.

The sky gradually became brighter, but the sky was dark and misty. The sea breeze licked Simmons' neck like a lover's wet kiss. His head was stretched out to clearly see the native soldiers running in the dock below, and the mezzanine gunman aiming at him. He shrank his neck from the side of the ship and brought his triangle hat again.

As the navigator of the San Juan, he was born in Portugal and could not have become a senior Spanish officer. If it weren't for his same faith as the Spanish and his hatred for the Dutch, he would not have been able to do this position, but now he has regretted it.

Simmons believed that everything had cause and effect. If the Spanish had not massacred the unarmed Chinese who paid taxes on time in Manila, there would have been no disaster today. He would have been in Manila, but he still did not resist the temptation from gold coins.

"If it were normal, I should be doing Mass." Simmons said to himself.

"What a pious lamb, the Son will bless us, Simmons!" A burly man walked down the stern of the boat. He had a sacred face, his voice was noble and mysterious, but Simmons knew that last night, the captain Gonsas had urinated his pants after the bullet fired the melee and got under the bed. If he hadn't led people to block the officer's restaurant, Gonsas might have been cut off by the barbarian like the stupid first mate.

Simmons bowed slightly and said, "Captain, what you said is really right, but how do we face the crisis in front of us?"

Simmons showed great devotion to his beliefs, but no one knew that he preferred the red wine representing the blood of the Son than the poems of the church, and the sound of gold coins falling into the purse.

"I believe Captain Carlos will come to help us!" Gonsas said.

Simmons scoffed at this. The middle-aged captain who was exiled to the city of San Salvador had no courage to lead the soldiers out of the military port. Moreover, an army that dared to attack the San Juan and occupied two-thirds of the cabin could not deal with less than one hundred reinforcements.

What else can we expect? The fat pig in front of us who only barely disguises the noble and powerful soldiers, or the less than seventy soldiers in the stern tower! You must know that important cabins have fallen into the hands of the enemy, including the ordnance cabin, the gunpowder cabin and the storage cabin. There is not enough gunpowder and lead, no food, no water, the enemy does not even need to attack. Waiting for five days can make a group of people starve to death.
Chapter completed!