Even Yousuf did not expect Pedro to achieve his goal with such a firm determination to go to the death.

When he was lost, someone pulled off the pomegranate gun and pushed him out of the ship.

The moment he fell into the sea, the world in his eyes seemed to be running at an extremely slow speed. He saw his mother's resolute expression.

She threw out the dangerous cannon with all her strength, and her back was hit by dense projectiles, and splashed blood was produced.

He opened his mouth and shouted, but could not make any sound.

A bright ball of fire burst out on the deck, and the huge shock wave threw him away.

The explosion caused a huge wave and swallowed him into the water.

Yusuf sank among the falling ships, opening his eyes to see the bright flames above his head intertwined with the blue water.

Invisible tears burst out from his eyes, and he finally realized that he was crying.

From this moment on, everything he was attached to was completely erased from this world.

The sea water reflected the light and light. At the moment when endless fatigue hit, he saw many diving black figures swimming towards him, like a group of blue whales looking for similar types.

The Clippers led by Isabel arrived before the explosion and accidentally rescued Father Augustine who was pushed to the sea.

The fishermen found the sunken Sultan in the chaos, but no one found Pedro's body. After such a close explosion, perhaps he had been torn to pieces.

The loss of commanding the flagship was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Portuguese, and the already scattered morale collapsed immediately. This expeditionary fleet formed with huge sums of money was eventually defeated.

They left two warships to continue pretending to maintain a war posture, while the large army turned around and returned to Goa.

After paying the price of blood and sacrifice, the guardians of Mombasa received a sad victory.

No one cheered, no one praised or celebrated - they deeply understood that the retreating Portuguese will appear again and again. As long as the seeds of sin are not uprooted for a day, the disasters and catastrophes in the Indian Ocean will not stop for a day.

For ordinary Mombasa residents, life must continue, but war is definitely not the whole meaning of their lives. The quagmire of war will slowly consume their last hope for future life.

After long consideration and consideration, the young Sudan announced his decision to the people.

After the city was destroyed by artillery fire, it was no longer meaningful to stick to the castle left by the Portuguese. People urgently needed a new piece of land to rebuild their homes, and the dream land is unknown.

Before finding it, it is necessary to ensure that the trench of the race can be passed on.

Most of them would go to the northern highlands and establish temporary settlements with the help of the Mwana people; while those who lost their families and refused to retreat into the mountains and forests volunteered to follow the Sultan and wander on the sea, finding a paradise for their tribesmen to live in peace.

Yusuf led the fishermen to capture one of the warships left by the Portuguese by using ancient whaling methods and fired guns to sink the other.

The battle ended soon, and the soldiers had long been unwilling to fight. Out of fear, they almost abandoned the ship and fled to the southern colonial site by boat.

Among the captive sailors, there was the tavern owner who abused Qing. He was guilty and disguised himself, but was still recognized by the sharp-eyed fishermen.

Sultan handed the villain to the Japanese girl, and she decided the fate of this person.

Qing raised his gun and aimed without saying a word.

The tavern owner was so scared that he howled. He begged that his evil wife had fallen into the sea and drowned in the previous war, and he also lost all his money and was punished as he deserved; he hoped that he could forgive his life for the sake of having a meal for several years.

He was still chattering and crying for favor, and Qing lowered his eyelids and pulled the trigger.

After the gunshot, the tavern owner's cry turned into a whimper.

He rolled on the deck twice, realizing that he was not dead yet. He was so happy that he was about to speak flattering words of praise, but he opened his mouth to taste the smell of fishy and sweet blood - a lead bullet was not too much, and just smashed several of his incisors and made a black gap.

The guards of the Sultan brought him up and threw him onto a boat. He would live with this ridiculed mark in the future. Every time he spoke, the eyes of others would remind him to remember the evil deeds he had committed.

After completing the inventory of the spoils, all the guns and cannons in the Fort Jesus and all the movable resources were loaded on the ship that was seized.

They left Mombasa in the drizzle.

People stood quietly on the bow and watched the land of their hometown gradually faded away and smaller, and no one cried.

That day, Sudan spent the whole day looking at the vast sea, silent.

A protracted war is over, and his revenge has just begun.
Chapter completed!