At night, quiet was broken, and the jackpot that escaped the disaster came to Shanggang with soldiers. In Simmons's opinion, the enemy's blockade was not in any way, but he knew that the captain was just coming to do something. Sure enough, after being shot by several rounds of mesh rope guns, the jackpot left, and Simmons believed that he would come again tomorrow morning or later.

The next morning, soldiers who had not eaten for a day or two nights finally welcomed their first meal. A little oil was floating in the turbid soup, and a few beans at the bottom. The thing with obvious leather patterns was probably bacon made from cut-off leather bags. Simmons had eaten it once in Goa.

The soldiers sat down weakly on the side of the ship and the lifeboat. After receiving the meal, they stared at Simmons, the sailor and the most experienced veteran, hoping to learn from him the experience of eating belts and bacon. The warriors tried several times, leaving a string of tooth marks on the black belt, but did not eat this thing, and some people had given up.

Simmons forked the belt with a fork and stared blankly. He didn't remember how much effort he had put into his throat fifteen years ago. Just as he was hesitating whether to muster up the courage to throw it away, a voice rang out from the hatch.

"Our leader asks you to surrender. Our purpose is to avenge the compatriots you have killed. This responsibility should be borne by Coquitla. Let Gonsas take it, and let those hateful officers bear it. Soldiers, throw away your weapons and surrender. You will be reasonably placed. Our leader ensures your lives safety..."

Everyone knows the master of the voice, the young gunpowder monkey, and the sailors on the ship, proved that what he said was true. In fact, the hunger and thirst in the past few days have tortured the soldiers a little, and their loyalty to Captain Gonsas is disappearing soon. What they are most worried about is that the invaders who have controlled the gunpowder depot ignite the gunpowder and die together.

The shouting stopped soon, and the soldiers looked at each other. Some people put down the plates in their hands. Obviously, their hearts were shaking, and most of them looked at Simmons. After all, he was the backbone of everyone. The deck was silent. At this moment, the sound of the gun door opening sounded outside. Everyone stood up vigilantly, threw away the plates and grabbed the medley gun, but no one attacked, and a few black things were thrown up.

Simmons instinctively lay on the ground, but found that it was not an explosion bomb, but a piece of barbecue covered with honey and spices. Although it was only the size of a wine glass, the fragrance spread out made him stuff it into his mouth regardless of everything.

The soldiers also found the meat on the deck and snatched it up, making a mess for a piece of meat. For a moment, they lost all their appearance. Simmons grabbed the whip but did not throw it down.

As the barbecue entered the stomachs of some powerful men, the chaos stopped. Simmons did not whip it. The captain who must have heard the sound did not show up. Only the familiar voice continued to hit the fragile heartstrings of everyone.

"Look at the food on your plate and reminisce about the meat you gave you just now. Isn't it enough to make a choice?"

Ma Donglai's voice paused, and suddenly a word completely defeated the soldiers' fragile psychological defense: "Gangsas gives you garbage that even animals don't eat. Don't you want to know what Gangsas is eating? Haven't you noticed that you haven't heard the chicken crowing for a long time?"

A quarter of an hour later, the oak door of the captain's room was pushed open, and Simmons walked in with a few soldiers. They looked indifferent and murderous. Under Simmons' leadership, everyone randomly found a chair to sit down, sat on the chair that originally belonged to the senior officer, and looked at Gonsas coldly.

"You idiots, are you going to rebel?" Gonsas pulled out his musket and smashed it hard on the table!

Simmons pinched his nose, sniffed the smell of meat in the air with his thick nostrils, and asked, "Captain, where are the two chickens raised in the lifeboat chicken cage?"

Gonsas's face suddenly turned red, like a duck with his neck pinched. The black slaves on the side couldn't stand the cold gazes of the soldiers who could kill. They brought a steaming basin of chicken from under the table to the table. The soldiers' eyes showed a greedy look. Gonsas knew that if they could not suppress it, everything would be over.

As before, he forced himself to calm down, straighten his waist, and try to show his majesty. His voice became louder: "You cowards, should you surrender to the pagans and savages and betray your dirty souls? Aren't you afraid of being punished by God? You dare to attack Shangguan, and the Governor will be hung on the mast and exposed to the sun, and crows peck at your eyes, and then hung on the gallows for wild dogs to eat..."

Simmons suddenly stood up and cursed, "Gonsas, put away your bad performance. I am here to make money, not to die. Fuck God, fuck the governor, fuck everything. Do you want me to be eaten by the savage barbarians? Do you want me to starve to death here?"

Simmons roared, picked up the pot of chicken and pressed it hard on Gonsas's face. With a scream, several soldiers stepped forward and beat him cruelly, and finally stabbed him in the back of his heart.

"If the governor finds out, we will really die!" A veteran looked at Gonsas who was lying on the ground like a broken pocket and said in fear.

Simmons squatted on the ground, picked up a piece of chicken mixed with mud and broken wooden strips, connected the rotten belt that had not been left, and stuffed it into his mouth. He had already made up his mind: "I will not die here. I will not only live, but also live better than before!"

A quarter of an hour later, the Spanish flag landed on the mast, and Simmons had sixty-four officers and soldiers who could stand were arranged in rows, piled up weapons, and surrendered to Li Mingxun.

Li Mingxun could finally accept the San Juan calmly and enjoy the results of victory. He quickly counted the harvest. There were still 320 people living on the San Juan. Even if some of the injured were removed, the number still exceeded 300. Most of the sailors, gunners and craftsmen survived, but the officers on the ship and soldiers on the ship did not have so much luck, leaving only more than 60 people in front of him.

Li Mingxun felt quite fortunate about this gain. At least he was sure that he could drive the ship and include it in the assets of Tenglong Trading Company. What he gained was not only ships, sailors and weapons, but also cargo in the cargo hold, including 15,000 fine deer skins and nearly 600 dan of raw silk. This was definitely a huge fortune and was also the entire accumulation of Jilong Port within two years.

While Li Mingxun was busy relocating prisoners and sailors and packing up the bloody deck, Baron came over and protested to Li Mingxun. Although less than thirty soldiers under his command had died in battle, he only received seventy-two heads, which was eight different from the eighty he asked for.

Li Mingxun felt a little incredible. At least one hundred people died in battle on the San Juan. After careful inventory, Li Mingxun found that some of the soldiers who were beaten to death had their heads gone out of shape, while some dead sailors were kept intact because Li Mingxun attracted the surviving sailors.

Song Laoqi knew the cause and effect, and whispered a few words in Li Mingxun's ear. Li Mingxun shook his head. He would not agree to kill the seriously injured to make up for the lack of results of Baron's shortcomings. This would damage his prestige and would also be a major blow to morale.

"I will give you eight heads, but you can't kill them. I'm still useful to you." Li Mingxun explained to Baron seriously.

"They are destined to be dead, what's the use of dead?" Baron asked in surprise.

Li Mingxun glanced at him coldly: "Sometimes the dead are more useful than the living!"

All the captives were driven to the upper deck, and the soldiers and sailors were clearly arranged into two parts. On any European warship, they were two classes that could not be integrated. The soldiers were formal soldiers of the country, and the officers were even held by nobles and gentry, while the sailors were mostly employees, even from different countries and races.

Lee Mingxun stepped forward and selected Simmons and the soldiers involved in the mutiny, and then said to more than two hundred sailors: "I know that during the long sailing career, many officers and soldiers bullied and insulted you, some for maintaining order, but some for fun. Now I give you a chance to revenge, and you can choose eight of these arrogant and cruel executioners and punish them. Let's start now!"

The sailors were in agitation. They were shaking and eager to try. The hatred and resentment in their hearts made their chests flutter, but they had to consider the consequences. In any country, the sailors involved in the mutiny would not be forgiven, and the ones who led the lead would be sentenced to death. If they really chose eight people to kill, it means that they would become enemies of Spain and would never go back.

Of course, this is also the result that Lee Mingxun wants.

After a while of chaos, a man with anger overwhelmed the rationality finally appeared. A strong sailor stood up, with a cruel smile on his face and stared at the face of an officer in the group of soldiers. The officer shook back in fear. The sailor tore off his clothes and exposed the whip marks densely spread across his chest and back. The whip marks were extremely dense, and several of them were very thick, like earthworms squirming as their muscles tightened.

The sailor grabbed the officer's collar, lifted it up high, and roared: "Do you still remember me? Maybe you forgot me, but every whip mark on my body remembers you, sir!"

The last two cold words were drawn out from the seaman's teeth. He threw the officer into the crowd, untied a piece of cable, soaked in a salt water bucket, the cable soaked in tung oil was soft under the action of water, and then untied it formed nine small ropes. This was the most common torture instrument on the warship - the Nine-tailed Cat Whip, and its power was doubled with salt water.

Several sailors stripped the officer naked and tied it to the mast. The strong sailor whipped the whip and made a crisp sound. The nine-tailed cat whip that was over one meter long hit the officer under the waving of the sailor. From this point, you can see that the sailor named Emu had extremely high skills. The nine-tailed cat whip made a complex trick in the air, making a terrifying howling sound, and landed on the officer's white and tender buttocks, leaving nine bright red bruises in the delicate circumference. Soon, the bruises swollen high, but did not break, but turned blue and purple.

This whip is not serious, but it is extremely painful, and the salt water stained on the tip of the whip adds to the pain.

Papa! The air kept exploding, and Em's whip fell down, and the whip marks covered the officer's back, waist, butt and round thighs, with almost no clearance left. The snow-white skin was filled with messy color blocks and gorgeous lines, which was the only art in violence that could show beauty......

The officer changed from the initial scolding and roar to crying and begging, and in the end he was moaning. His tears mixed with snot and saliva, and he was in a mess. The parts and numbers that Emu beat seemed to have been planned. In addition to the ones that originally fell on him, there was a brother who was beaten to death by the officer. After all the accounts were explained, Emu stepped forward and ended the officer's life with the dagger that Li Mingxun threw to him.

"Master, Emu will be loyal to you forever!" Emu knelt on the ground and said to Lee Mingxun.

Lee Mingxun nodded slightly: "Em, you can continue to work on the San Juan as a sailor, accept my employment for two years, and I can hire you at the same price as the Spanish. If you are still willing to worship me in two years, I can come to me. And these two gold coins are the courage to reward you!"

"Thank you, honorable sir!" Am said with a look.

The sailors saw Eminem's revenge with their own eyes and were properly placed. There were two golden coins. They rushed forward and selected the officers and non-commissioned officers whom everyone hated the most, while the others were taken down by Lee Myung-hoon's guards.

Simmons watched everything in front of him coldly. From the moment he killed Captain Gonsas, he had completely become enemies with the country of Spain. His way out was either the young Ming Dynasty maritime merchant or the port that the Spanish could not reach. With years of sailing experience, he had made a job with the Dutch or the British. As a Portuguese who had betrayed Portugal, the British would definitely trust and use his experience, but they would not be truly reused, and naturally they would not make much money.

As for the final outcome, you may die of drunkenness in the alley behind a pub, or may return to your motherland in poverty and live in hiding your identity. Only by following the Ming businessman in front of you can you change your destiny.
Chapter completed!