The Spaniards are coming!

It was a merchant fleet that came, and it was just perfect.

If we estimate another fleet, we will have to use Plan B. If there is only one merchant fleet, then use the most familiar plan A!

They're sent to Hong Kong!

There are people in the port that we have arranged, but they don't do it right now. We need to wait, wait for the timing of a format......

The person in charge of the port is Mo, and since the Nine Ghosts Masataka led the team to North America, Mo has become the most important staff assistant by my side.

And he is cautious by nature, and he took on this role perfectly, and helped me to complete all the daily things very well.

This time in Sokolat, Mo offered to personally lead the team. Actually, I was going to let other people go, young man, but Mo insisted that others were not at ease and must go by themselves.

Naturally, I can't discourage the general. After repeated admonitions, we watched him go to the harbor in a small boat, while we hid nearly seven or eight nautical miles away, at the end of our sight.

After all, the earth is round.

By the time the sentinel ship ahead arrived, the Spaniards had arrived in Socotra an hour earlier, and they appeared to be heavily armed, but in fact they were full of mistakes.

Because they are unprofessional, they look like improvised patchwork of arms. It's okay to scare the thugs in the harbor, in front of us, hehe.

The sun was rising in the sky, and the Spanish merchants were supposed to be in the mall negotiating with the local bosses. And our show is scheduled for about two hours later, and their closing stage will be enough for them to drink a pot by then.

I didn't see it with my own eyes, but Mo later recounted it to me in full, and I couldn't sit still with laughter.

After the Spaniards arrived in the port, it didn't take much effort to find the local chamber of commerce to discuss the purchase of frankincense.

There are no laws on this island, the only law is the small chieftains of each piece. The frankincense-rich area is located in the middle of the island, and the chief of this area is a fat man about fifty years old, extremely greedy for money, and because of his kinship with the big boss above, he is even more unscrupulous.

So before the arrival of the Spaniards, Mo's men, the locals, approached the little chieftain named Haji and told him that a wealthy merchant was coming to trade here, and his usual method was to invade a market first, and then use various methods to occupy and rob everything that originally belonged to the local area!

This is not really a rumor, because the Spaniards have always had a bad reputation, or rather, very bad.

They grabbed territory everywhere and seized wealth everywhere, which was the consensus of the entire Spanish navy to block all over the place. Even in the backwoods of Socotra, people still know about it.

So when Haji heard the news, he was skeptical at first, but when the same news came to his ears again through other channels, Haji believed everything he had heard before.

As a qualified collector of wealth, as he called himself and was deeply proud, he proudly believed that everything he had was given to him by Allah and that no one could take it away.

Not so good for other tribes, not for the Spaniards from outside!

So after the Spanish caravan entered the port, he sent a number of spies, both overt and covert, to test the attitude of the Spanish leader Gilbert Silva, and the merchant from Seville clearly expressed his ambition to monopolize the frankincense market on the island.

Perhaps he just wanted to express his love for the business, but he succeeded in arousing Hadji's jealousy - when Gilbert Silva bought 40% of the island's frankincense production for a month, and said that he would come back to buy it again in the future, Haji had already made a killing order for the Spanish golden retriever in his heart.

So in the process of frankincense delivery, some unexpected situations suddenly happened on the island!

A rival tribe on a nearby island has come to war!

The whole island of Socotra is made up of four small islands, and the islanders of the four islands are not monolithic, but often clash of interests because of one kind or another.

So when the conflict broke out, the locals in the market were very skilled in running around, not forgetting to take the most valuable things from their stalls with them.

But Gilbert Silva didn't know what was going on, and immediately shouted in his nerves to organize a counterattack, and the muskets rang out continuously, and the mob fell in a pool of blood with gunfire!

But instead of overpowering the arrogance of these mobs, this greatly stimulated their suppressed bloodiness!

What do the poor fishermen on the island lack most? The most scarce money! What are the fishermen on the island afraid of? The least afraid of death!

In the face of carloads of gold, how much is this rotten life worth?

The vehicles of the Spanish Chamber of Commerce were immediately surrounded by a mob of mobs, brandishing knives, forks and clubs in their hands, frantically attacking the guards of the vehicles.

Every time someone falls, they can pry a lot of gold or frankincense out of the car.

The Spaniards didn't understand what was going on, but they knew that if they didn't leave this place quickly, they would not only be left with gold or goods!

So the Spaniards began to retreat on a large scale, some responsible ones carrying with them some gold and silver goods, others only caring for their own lives, and not caring about anything else.

In this way, the Spaniards, who had been striding into Socotra with their heads held high, rushed back to the port, hurriedly got into the ship, and prepared to set sail and leave.

Looking at the islanders who were chasing after him, Gilbert Silva, who had been scratched with a few bloody cuts on his face, had palpitations. Under such an environment, how did the Portuguese hold out for four years before leaving?

Terrible! Terrible!

Now that I think about it, those fleets must have known that there would be such a situation here so they deliberately didn't come, and they watched their uninformed guy come in and eat deflated!

Damn it! These damn battlefleet guys have honored them so much gold and silver in vain!

Gilbert Silva leaned against the side of the boat, his heart still pounding violently. He still can't reflect what he has just experienced and why his painting style has changed so quickly!

But what he didn't know was that everything was just an appetizer!

After going out to sea, it was already in the afternoon, and a thin mist slowly rose on the sea.

Gilbert Silva was really angry when he heard his men report the losses.

Just as he angrily scolded his subordinates for these fools who were gathering intelligence, the lookout above his head suddenly let out a hoarse shout: "At seven o'clock, the unknown fleet is approaching!" There is no flag! There is no flag! Suspected pirates! Suspected pirates! ”

Gilbert Silva jumped up from the ground in fright, flew behind the port side, and watched in amazement at the unidentified fleet that was getting closer and closer!

Is it really a pirate?

"Prepare for battle!" Gilbert Silva screamed, trembling and pulling out the scimitar at his waist.

His body was shaking violently, and you could imagine how frightened he was in his heart.

But he knew that he had no way out, and if he fled—or could escape, he would be fine, and if he couldn't, wouldn't he all have to go?

Even if he escaped, because of his wrong decision, which caused such a big loss, will anyone really follow him in the future?

Gilbert Silva was so aggrieved that he just wanted to vomit blood. He didn't know what he was wrong with, shouldn't he seize such a great opportunity for profiteering?

I was still thinking that the strange fleet was already close to me!

In the binoculars, although the people of that fleet were wearing turbans, the main golden hair appeared in the field of vision!

"They're not local pirates! Captain! The lookout shouted again.

"Not a local pirate? What do you mean? Gilbert Silva asked sluggishly.

"They're British! You see, their weapons are all British! They've smeared it with mud, but I'm not mistaken! The lookout screamed in horror and almost fell off the lookout!

Briton? Didn't they agree with us, not to invade each other, and to join forces to exterminate the rising Netherlands!

Why would they do it to us?

"Raise the flag! Tell them we're Spaniards! Gilbert Silva screamed.

After shouting, he looked carefully at the ships that were coming, and sure enough, they were all converted British ships. Although it has been changed beyond recognition, the basic appearance is still there, and there is no doubt that it is a British ship!

"Captain, signal! They didn't respond! The lookout exclaimed again.

"Open...... Open...... Wait a minute! Shout! Shout at them! "Gilbert Silva did not have the courage to open fire on the British, so he shouted with almost all his might, as if hoping that his sincerity would move God and make him pity himself, telling himself that the fleet before him was just passing by, and that he had forgotten to hang the flag, and that was it.

However, things did not turn out as he thought, and when the suspected British fleet approached nearly two nautical miles, they opened fire!

Yes, these allies, in essence, opened fire on themselves!

And more ships sailed down the wind from the north, trying to outflank them, and it seemed that they had no intention of leaving themselves alive in the slightest.

They're going to kill people and sell more goods! Gilbert Silva's heart is cold! I have known for a long time that these British people are backsliding, why do the above still believe them?

"Fight back! Counterattack! Counterattack! At this point, Gilbert Silva couldn't care for anything more, and shouted hoarsely the last thing he wanted to shout.

Artillery fire! Under the asymmetrical artillery fire, the Spanish fleet is rapidly falling, tearing up, and sinking!

In the southwest corner of the Indian Ocean, an isolated chase is taking place......