We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

When the Dingyuan docked at the pier, Li Che had mixed feelings when he first set foot on this land.

The scene before my eyes was a mess.

The Portuguese were different from his previous opponents. Li Che had to admit that they were very civilized and had good architectural skills.

Under their colonization, the docks built in Luzon can be described as "beautiful and grand".

White brick and stone walls, Western-style forts and houses are scattered around, and there is a gravel road leading into the distance.

However, all this has become a thing of the past under the artillery fire of the Fengguo Navy.

Destruction is always easier than construction, and Li Che believes that his mission as a time traveler is not to destroy, but to build.

But he quickly freed himself from this dilemma.

Sometimes construction is for better destruction, and sometimes destruction is for better construction.

If the Portuguese were left alone, their fleet would sooner or later follow the ocean currents and bring the war to the land of Daqing.

It may take decades, or even hundreds of years, but no matter when, Li Che will never allow such a thing.

"Your Highness," Zhou Rui, now the deputy battalion commander of the Imperial Guard, reported with a bow, "The dock has been largely cleared, but some enemy soldiers are still on the run. Your Highness would do well not to advance any further."

Li Che nodded, but didn't try to be tough: "I understand. Let everyone be careful."

Today is different from the past. When cold weapon wars have changed into firearms duels, personal bravery has become less important. A musket hidden in the dark may take your life.

Li Che didn't want to be so arrogant and die in the hands of an assassin.

In the distance, a sailboat was slowly capsizing in the harbor. The chain bullets from the Dingyuan had cut off all the masts of the warship. The Portuguese sailors who had fallen into the water were being hit one by one by the crossbows on the Fu ship, and blood was gushing out.

There are ten sailboats docked at the pier, four large sailboats and six medium-sized sailboats.

When the artillery battle began, the enemy sailors might be asleep or not even on the ship.

Only two medium-sized sailing ships, seeing the bad situation, raised their sails and prepared to leave the port, but were intercepted by the fleet.

One of the ships stopped and surrendered after being hit twice.

The other ship resisted to the end and was directly ordered to be sunk by Li Che.

Even if he captured one less sailboat, Li Che would not allow them to escape to the Portuguese mainland and pass on the news.

Four large sailing ships and five medium-sized sailing ships are already a considerable harvest.

Li Che looked up at the sailboat in the harbor, and saw that the sailboat had a huge hull, with a total of four tall masts, an arc-shaped stern, and a square sail on the foremast and midmast, and a triangular sail on the mizzenmast.

The front middle section is hollowed out, while multiple layers of decks are added to the rear and bow.

It is a very standard carrack and also the first ship in European history used for ocean voyages. Its huge size enables it to remain stable in the vast ocean. Columbus' flagship at the time was a carrack.

Although the performance and stability of this ship are not as good as those of the clipper ship, they are far superior to the main force of the Fu ship in the fleet today.

Those medium-sized sailboats should be caravels, which are light sailboats modified from Arab dhows. They are lighter than carracks and have a shallower waterline, making them more suitable for coastal and river explorations and reducing the burden on the ships.

This type of ship is the most common type of ship in Europe. It is economical and easy to operate, but it is not suitable for ocean voyages.

Li Che looked at the stunned Dekavo at the dock and had him brought over.

At this moment, Dekavo was completely convinced by Li Che.

The once high-ranking Portuguese fleet could not even hold out for half an hour under the bombardment of Feng State artillery. Dekavo, who witnessed the entire process, had his faith and worldview completely shattered.

Li Che lifted his leg, and found half a burnt Bible page stuck to the sole of his boot. He bent down, tore off the paper, and rolled it into a ball with a sneer.

When Dekavo saw this scene, he swallowed his saliva and dared not say anything.

"You told me before that there were four large ships and eight medium-sized ships here. Why did I only see six?!"

"This... Your Highness, I know the total number of sailboats on Luzon, but they only obey the admiral's orders. Perhaps when your fleet arrives, the admiral will just send those two ships out on a mission."

Dekavo said respectfully, "Don't worry, Your Highness. Ships like that generally don't carry out cross-ocean missions. They only conduct routine patrols along the coast. The supplies on board are not enough for them to reach the next colony."

Li Che nodded slightly, agreeing with Dekavo's words.

He turned to look at Zhou Rui: "Hasn't the Marines been contacted yet?"

Zhou Rui bowed and reported, "I saw their fireworks signal a quarter of an hour ago. I think they have completed their mission and are heading towards the dock."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw a team appear at the other end of the dock.

Leading the group was a large, gorgeous tiger wearing black chain mail. Its tiger eyes swept through the crowd and then fixed on Li Che.

The tiger's face stretched out in a human-like manner, and it ran towards Li Che in two steps at a time, leaving a fierce wind wherever it passed.

Li Che skillfully dodged the tiger's pounce, and lifted his cloak to block the splashes from the tiger falling into the sea. Then he looked at Fu Liang, Ying Bu and others.

Seeing that there were no major casualties among the 600 Marines and they were still escorting more than 100 dejected Portuguese soldiers, Li Che finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Ma Zhong walking in front with a grin on his face, and two soldiers behind him escorting a young officer in luxurious clothes, Li Che couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth twice.

Caught another big fish?

This kid Ma Zhong is really something. It’s worth it that I bring him with me when I go out to sea!

"Your Highness, I have fulfilled my mission!" Fu Liang bowed respectfully. "Admiral Luzon and his 800 guards have all been killed, and the remaining prisoners have been brought back by us."

Li Che narrowed his eyes and said softly, "General Fu, you have worked hard. This king is very pleased."

Listening to Li Che's praise, which was neither too light nor too heavy, Fu Liang suddenly felt comfortable all over, as if he had drunk a bottle of ice water in the hottest days of summer.

He finally understood that as long as he became one with this prince, he would feel comfortable no matter what he did.

But if they are enemies, or have different stances, then they will suffer a lot. Fu Liang has a deep understanding of this.

Thinking of this, Fu Liang took a step back, bent down, and respectfully presented a sword with both hands: "Your Highness, this sword belongs to this admiral. I dare to present it to Your Highness, wishing Your Highness a prosperous Dharma heir, spreading the glory of holy martial arts, harmony among all nations, and welcoming all barbarians!"

After hearing this, Li Che couldn't help but look at Fu Liang twice more. He didn't expect that this seemingly rough and crude man had such a sweet mouth like honey.

The other Fengguo generals were even more alert and cursed in their hearts.

"Oh no, this guy really knows how to flatter!"