Diego Velask's hands gripped the teak rudder and his eyes were fixed on the Aussie fleet in the distance, an exciting and absurd thought was spreading in his mind, expanding like a parasitic plant growing on the bottom of a ship, making his eyes red.

"They, why are they still going straight!" The first mate beside him shouted in surprise.

Velask, too, repeated in a low voice: "Why haven't they turned yet?" ”

"This is God's blessing!"

Velask turned his head, and His Excellency the Major General, who had been cosmacking a sculpture all along, suddenly stood up from his chair, pressed his hands on the railing, leaned forward and shouted: "God bless! Those stupid yellow-skinned monkeys are so arrogant! They have lost the least reverence for the ocean! ”

"They're not going to grab the T-slot at all!"

As he spoke, the rear admiral quickly jumped off the command platform, walked over to the captain, and said in a hurried tone: "Diego, we must seize this opportunity and destroy their fleet fiercely!" ”

Velasker quietly wiped away the spit that the Major General had sprayed on his face, and did not speak, waiting for further information from the first mate as usual.

Soon, the first mate said loudly: "News from the lookout, the Ao-Song fleet has all kept moving in a straight line, and there is indeed no change. ”

Francisco looked at the captain, his right hand subconsciously pressed against the wooden railing, his face stiffened like a stone figure on Easter Island. He simply knew his own pounds, and did not try to force the captain to obey his will.

Velask was still calmly looking at the sea, a calm that was his duty as captain, and it was necessary for him to make his subordinates feel that they were still calm, which would give them confidence.

But beneath his calm face was his brain. As a veteran of the Atlantic, he fought the Portuguese, the British, and the rebels of the Netherlands.

At the time of his arrival, several colleagues who had returned from Asia had told themselves that the Ao-Song people were nothing more than the ignorant natives of India, who were fearless of death and were familiar with the techniques of naval warfare, and had used terrain, hydrology, or suicide incendiary ships to gain time in several fateful battles in the Spice Islands.

However, why did the Ao-Song people seem to have no intention of occupying the position at all in this prepared volley?

The voice of the second mate interrupted his thinking, now that there were still almost 5 nautical miles away from the Ao-Song fleet, a decision must be made on whether to seize the position or continue to maintain the battle line.

Eventually, Belask's face began to glow. Under all the unknown conditions, he chose the plan that seemed the least wrong at that time.

"Order, fleet maneuver, ready to seize the T position to the north!"

At this time, on the flagship Xihai of the Australian Song Dynasty, the navigator was calmly recording the navigation diary according to Wang Haomin's words.

"At 15:29 p.m., about 10 kilometers away from the Portuguese fleet, a slight turn was observed in the opposite direction to the south, and it was suspected that it was going to seize the T position."

There was a cheer in the captain's room, and the senior generals of the first formation burst into laughter when they knew that they were about to give up the T advantage.

Wang Haomin smiled and said to Chief of Staff Lin Huaiyu: "Very good, it seems that the Portuguese are not stupid, and they still know how to seize positions." ”

Lin Huaiyu rubbed his face and restrained his smile: "That's, how to say that they are also one of the first-order navies in Europe, and these principles still have to be followed." ”

Wang Haomin nodded, and ordered the adjutant with some pride: "Order, cancel the original plan, and implement the second plan." ”

Soon, the first formation, which received the flag, began to disperse, adjusting the formation according to the previous plan.

The first is still the newly commissioned steel-hulled battleship Xihai, followed by the refurbished partial steel-hulled battleships Deep Blue and Haitao, and then the cruiser Fubo, all of which are equipped with or modified steam power, and can travel up to 8 knots at the fastest, almost twice the speed of the Portuguese.

The other three cruisers and seven destroyers, because they were not equipped with steam power, formed a slow formation on their own, and gradually distanced themselves from the fast formation.

If the Portuguese also had a traverser, they would most likely have known about the tactics that the Aussie Song fleet was about to adopt. Or they can get a copy of "Typical Cases of Sail Warships" compiled by the Australian Song Naval Publishing House, and they can also find a similar situation in it.

Until Wang Haomin retired more than ten years later, he was still full of praise for the most unforgettable naval battle of his life.

"You can't imagine how comfortable it is to fight the Portuguese according to the tactics described in the book, it's a fucking massacre, the other side has no chance to fight back, as soon as the flagship is knocked out, it will start to fight randomly, and the stragglers are not a threat."

But when I later read about the course of this naval battle in the naval publications, I felt that it was not worth it for the Portuguese.

The Australian and Song fleets were completely scripted, and during the period of classical warfare, this kind of formula-shaped command would lead to the annihilation of the entire army and leave a name in history. But in modern naval warfare, in this naval battle in which Australia and the Song Dynasty had an all-round advantage, the first formation actually succeeded, which was simply a severe humiliation to those naval generals who had been fighting in Europe for half their lives.

Return the camera to the battlefield. When the clock pointed to 15:55, the Portuguese fleet was about to complete the 90-degree turn, and about half of the capital ships were aiming at the approaching Aussie and Song warships, and the rest were still hurrying to turn around.

The second lieutenant reported the news from the lookout to the captain, and the Aussie fleet was divided into two, and the four battleships (the Portuguese mistook one cruiser for a smaller battleship) and the ten ships behind him were separated by a distance of one nautical mile, which was unthinkable in the navies of various countries.

The captain began to wonder if he should believe Rear Admiral Francisco's words, this group of Australian Song people really did not know how to fight, and the fast ship did not wait for the slow speed, and forced the battle line in two, which would lead to disastrous consequences.

Even if the four ships in front of them ran much faster than the galleons of their own fleet, so what? Now they were still more than a nautical mile away from them, and by the time they reached the range of the bow guns, their fleet had completely turned, and at that time it was time to concentrate fire and first severely damage the four ships in front, and then wait for the fleet behind them, and refuel tactics alive.

"How do you lose?" Captain Velasker thought.

"How do you lose?" Wang Haomin thought. The Portuguese acted almost exactly as the staff officers had expected, like the actors hired by the director, acting strictly according to the schedule set by the staff officers, and now they had advanced to nearly a nautical mile, and they still had some parts of the way to turn.

Since the firing perimeter was obscured by the ships that had already turned, those warships that were turning north could not exert their firepower and could be ignored on the combat models of the staff officers.

"Give the signal and accelerate to the maximum! 20% allowable overload! Wang Haomin said loudly to the staff officer at the intercourse.

The staff officer immediately conveyed the order to the iron pipe.

Soon, everyone in the captain's room felt the ship tremble slightly, and then the human body accelerated imperceptibly, and the people on board had to hold on to the table to maintain their balance.

Wang Haomin looked at the rapidly expanding Portuguese fleet in his field of vision, imagining the panicked expressions of the Portuguese at this time, and a look of excitement couldn't help but appear in his pupils.

"Come on, white-skinned pig, welcome all the way to your death, get ready to be cut in half!"