The subsequent battle had no sense of accomplishment. Relying on the thick skin, thick flesh, and huge body, the Valkyrie rushed into the Qing army's fleet like a rhino, which just met the latter's wishes. What they wanted was to win by relying on the number of advantages in the boarding battle.

But unfortunately, they were wrong.

The insidious Yang Feng first put six Qing army warships nearby. When they were about to throw their hooks and board the ship, they directly beat the grenades. As for him, he acted as a sniper role on the land battlefield, specifically dealing with those warships trying to come for reinforcements.

Although the range of the RPG rocket launcher is very close, it almost meets the range of the Qing army artillery. In fact, it is better to be able to shoot more than one kilometer at this time, unless the super-large artillery that pursues a range of several tons will have a range of more than two kilometers. The Qing army warships are all ordinary light guns, and there is almost no big advantage over the range of RPGs. The Wenya rockets used by Yang Feng are extremely lethal for wooden sailboats. Although the explosion power is not strong, the high-temperature flames will instantly turn a warship into a torch, which can be said to be a standard bomb and a ship.

The latter had almost no threat to him. The solid shells shot from the boreboat guns on the undulating sea from a distance were purely a fantasy to hit him. Even the Valkyrie was difficult to hit. The close-range shot guns were lethal to him, but the range of shot guns that could hit people these days was only a few dozen meters. Yang Feng could not be so stupid that he put them at this distance. Even if someone who rushed over by chance, he would have smashed the grenades.

The final result was that they could only watch smoke flying out of the demon's shoulders, and then destroy a warship in a blink of an eye.

In short, this was a battle that made the Qing army desperate.

"Yang, can you sell such a weapon to me?"

Wallace asked with a smile on his face. Although he knew it was unlikely, he couldn't help but want to try it.

"Maybe, but at least not now."

Yang Feng said frankly.

"Also, stay away from me, if you don't want to be like him!"

Yang Feng kindly pointed at the boss inside the Pirate Brothers and said, "At this time, the guy was holding his right arm and screaming. He got too close because he was too curious, so he was licked by the Bazooka Tail Flame. Fortunately, his brother was quick-handed, otherwise it would be a barbecue at this time.

Wallace shivered and hid aside. At the same time, Yang Feng pulled the trigger and a Wenya rocket instantly hit a Qing army warship less than 100 meters away. It was then bounced up and suddenly turned into a terrifying flame in the air. When the dazzling flames disappeared, the warship had turned into a torch. Qing soldiers covered in fire screamed and jumped off the ship.

In fact, the Valkyrie had already broken out of the Qing army's encirclement at this time.

Yang Feng alone killed the forty Qing warships that had come to intercept them. His subordinates destroyed six with grenades, and the British sailors killed four with artillery, which destroyed half of them in a row. No one dared to fight them, and they rushed to flee far away. As for whether the demon who injured the emperor would escape, this was no longer what they needed to deal with. This magic is so powerful that it would never be able to fight without black dog blood or toilets.

"Master, the Zheng brothers are here!"

Just as Yang Feng fired a rocket into a Qing army warship nearly a kilometer away and was about to end the battle, Chen Xiangzhu, who was looking at the bow of the ship, suddenly shouted.

Yang Feng hurried over, then said to Chen Xiangzhu with a chin that almost hit the ground, "Is this what you are talking about in Zheng's pirates?"

"right!"

The latter nodded excitedly.

"Change and counterattack Zhoushan!"

Yang Feng said without hesitation.

On the sea ahead of them was a huge fleet with almost no margins, with a total of at least more than a hundred ships, with extremely chaotic ships. Large blessed ships, exaggerated green eyebrows, small but extremely stable sand ships, and wide ships close to Western ships, forming a spectacular sail forest on the sea. Although these ships are not large, most of them are small offshore ships similar to the one before Yang Feng, but they cannot hold up a large number. Even if one ship is equipped with fifty people, it is an army of at least five thousand people.

Not to mention Dinghai, almost all the Qing army naval troops from north to Hangzhou and south to Shipu are here. Once this navy is destroyed, Dinghai will almost be disarmed. Since that is the case, why not fight back to Dinghai? Anyway, there is a great danger and you can run away again! Besides, he did not go to Ryukyu but went south to Guangzhou to find these people?

After his order was issued, the rebels on the ship were stunned for a moment, but then there were excitement roars.

"Counterattack and conquer Zhoushan!"

"Luan Zhoushan!"

...

Amid the crazy roar, Wallace, who was wrapped in a stern role, had to turn the bow of the ship and rush back to the Qing army following behind.

Due to distance, the latter did not see the huge fleet appearing in the south, but the return of this terrifying warship still made the Qing sailors frightened, but at this time they had no choice. If the Valkyrie escaped and they did not stop him, at most they would not fight effectively. But if they attacked him and they would not dare to face him, they would escape and behead him.

The commander of the Qing army was Dinghai's deputy general. After Shi Shipiao was beheaded, he was the supreme commander. Even if he was afraid, he could only grit his teeth and fight. Just like a cavalry hedging on the land battlefield, the opponent who completed the first round of confrontation launched a charge again.

"How many more?"

Yang Feng asked the second brother of the pirate brothers eagerly. The brothers' surname was Zhang, and they were all in their early forties this year. Their father was the Dalanshan rebel army who was with King Lu. After the defeat, the King of Lu hid among the people and started fishing to make a living. Kang Mazi simply became a pirate when he moved the coastal residents. When they were transferred to them, they were considered as a pirate family.

He is smarter than the boss. He learned how to load the RPG bazooka in a short time, and completely turned into a qualified deputy shooter. He even made a trembling shot.

"Twelve!"

He said, counting the boxes of rockets placed in front of him.

"How many grenades are there?"

Yang Feng asked Monk Yimian.

"Forty!"

The old monk answered.

Obviously there is not much ammunition, so there is no time to pick it up at this time. The island is dozens of kilometers away!

"Save it at your disposal!"

Yang Feng said as he threw the rocket launcher in his hand directly to his deputy shooter, and he rushed into the captain's room, then opened a small box and took out the grenade launcher inside and put it on the Type 95 rifle, then put a 35-mm grenade on his shoulder and walked out.

At this time, the artillery battle outside had begun. When Yang Feng returned to the deck, the pirate's second son was replacing his role, carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulders aimed at a Qing army warship nearly 1,000 meters away. This scene actually gave Yang Feng a magical drama. On a three-masted sailboat of the Age of Discovery, a black and thin man wearing a double-breasted jacket and a bamboo hat on his head was carrying a rocket launcher nearly three hundred years later.

This taste is sour and refreshing.

RPG is worthy of being a magical tool that is said to be able to learn quickly by children. When the Qing army warship narrowed the distance to about 500 meters, the pirate dick pulled the trigger without hesitation. The rocket flew out instantly, flew over this distance in a few seconds, and crashed into the helm behind the lucky ship very accurately. The dazzling flames of Wenya's bombing turned the entire ship into a torch instantly.

"The gods, there are really gods!"

In the fleet that was rushing towards him at full speed in the distance, a black and thin old man in his sixties was watching this scene, screaming as if he was stupid. On the pirate ships around him, everyone was watching this scene with the same expression. Then the black and thin old man suddenly realized his mind and shouted: "Hurry up, we have the gods to help! Kill the Tartars and kill him without leaving any armor!"

Behind him, the flag was immediately waved, all the pirate ships were waving, and all kinds of ships with sails rushed to the battlefield at full speed.

At this time, the Qing army had already discovered this fleet that suddenly appeared. At first, they did not confirm the identity of the fleet. Even the deputy generals who led the army thought it was a navy ship under the Taizhou general's standard. Although the number was a bit wrong, he didn't think much about it. But when the distance was narrowed, the deputy general who had followed Shi Lang had a cold sweat on his forehead.

"The thief of the Han family, bastard, it's the thief of the Han family, retreat quickly! Retreat quickly!"

He didn't care about the possible punishment he might have suffered and issued a retreat order without hesitation.

But it was too late to retreat at this time. The Valkyrie rushed into the Qing warship again. At this time, the bazooka had stopped shooting according to Yang Feng's order, and then replaced it with his grenade launcher. This kind of thing was not necessary to save money. Yang Feng hung a total of fifty rounds on his shoulder. The 35-mm grenade range was 400, and its lethality exceeded that of the grenade. Although it was difficult to blow up the Qing warship, the more than 300 shrapnel were absolutely terrifying to the soldiers. One round hit by a ship and a bunch of them would have to fall down, especially if it hit the powder barrel, it would be lively.

The entire battlefield almost became Yang Feng's personal show. The three hundred years of technical span crushing made him look like a god on the battlefield. He kept loading grenades under the automatic rifle, then shot out, and then quickly loading to complete a new round of shooting. Because he needed to attack Qing warships in different directions, Yang Feng needed to keep running on the deck. It can be said that he was constantly firing on the entire ship, and even the gunners below forgot their responsibilities and ran out to watch the fun.

"Immortals, they are really immortals. God has never forgotten that we Han people. We sent gods to help us. Young people, kill the Tartars!"

The thin black and thin old man in the distance burst into tears, shouting to both sides with one hand, with one steel knife and the other musket.
Chapter completed!