The rain is like a curtain over the East Atlantic, and people can do whatever they can think of to take it.

It wasn't until we went out to sea for half a day and gradually approached the local gathering place that the rain suddenly became lighter, and for a while the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and many people were worried about whether the expected storm would be lost.

Complex fears are spreading, but Chen Kui and I are still calm.

Chen Kui is because of his experience, he said that on this sea, the rainstorm suddenly stops and does not start the boat, and there will be more fierce in a while.

I have a 21st century knowledge base - according to my immature speculation, it is now that two tropical cyclones that were originally moving in opposite directions have finally met, and they are quietly observing each other, about to spark a feverish spark!

Everything now is just a prelude.

It was rare that there was no rain, and the Spaniards came out of the cabin to feel the soothing weather.

Paul Lacas and Karagunis walked out of the cabin together, which is quite close to Meng's friends who are not distracted from the focus and the anxiety is not separated from Meng, as long as there is no war, the two usually drink and fart together, which has also become an important part of the habit.

"Ahh The rain has finally stopped! If it rains like this, I think I can grow mushrooms in my hair. Paul Lacas complained.

Gunnis laughed a few times and teased: "That must be rum-flavored mushrooms, which are quite rare!" ”

The two laughed at each other, and the rain had never stopped since the last time the military agreed on a plan of action - not to establish a stronghold in Britain, but to attack London directly when the weather improved.

Coupled with the incessant harassment of the British, the Spaniards were so annoyed that they took the initiative to retreat to the gathering place, ready to hoard forces and attack in one fell swoop.

"You say, what are those British people doing? I heard that they have taken possession of the small island in the north, are they frightened and are ready to fight us in a duel? Karagunis asked.

In the depths of his soul, there has always been a question asking himself, why? What the hell do the British want? Are they really not afraid of death? Or were they really going to die generously for the glory of the Queen?

But he knew it couldn't be! The British are notoriously old-fashioned, but they are by no means unscrupulous and fearless of life and death, they must have some conspiracy!

Karagunis thought for a moment and said, "I'm worried about something - will those British have some conspiracy?" Or what about plans that are not good for us? ”

Paul Lacas took a hard puff of the cigar he had brought from Havana, exhaled a puff of smoke and muttered, "Who do you expect to make such a bold proposal?" Jack Bravo? Raleigh? Or is it that madman from Drake? ”

The people he said are indeed the more famous military and political figures in Britain at present, but Jack Bravo is notoriously old-fashioned, and Raleigh has now been relegated to the third line, as for Drake, he has the courage to go crazy and fight, but he is expected to conceive a complete military plan, even a crude brain like Paul Lacasus does not believe it.

After saying that, even he thought it was ridiculous, and immediately burst out laughing.

Karagunis didn't laugh along, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "What if it's the Oriental?" Do you think it's still impossible? ”

Paulo Lacas's laughter came to an abrupt end, and since his own subordinate forces in Africa attacked the Oriental with the intention of driving him out of his sphere of influence, it seemed that she had been completely in touch with his own country.

And judging by the behavior of the Oriental, he is a rather cunning fellow, and he is by no means a brave and willful fellow. He must have a reason to do this, and there must be a way to do it.

In all corners of Europe, in the New World, in Africa, and even in the South Seas, this guy was at odds with Spain at every turn, but he himself was under the wings of England and the Netherlands, leaving His Majesty King Philip II, who had a lot of ideas for him, helpless.

Now this Armageddon ...... He's just a person, what can he change? Their own strength is more than twice as strong as theirs, and in the face of absolute strength, the so-called conspiracies and tricks are just floating clouds!

Thinking of this, Paul Lacas patted Karagunis on the shoulder heavily, laughed twice, and said, "When did you kid become so thoughtful?" The decision-making is done by the big people above, and we are responsible for fighting the war! Why do you think about so many long-term things? ”

When Karagunis heard this, he looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He sat down on the pile of cables on the left side of the ship, intentionally or unintentionally fiddling with the broken cables in his hands, and his eyes drifted into the distance.

Paul Lacas, too, was bored and was about to shout for Karagunis to go back and continue drinking, but saw this guy jump up from the pile of cables, pointed to a few hazy black shadows not far away and asked, "What is that?" ”

Paul Lacas looked along his fingers, well...... It should be a dozen or so small ships, and almost all of Spain's warships are gathered here, what is so special about those small ships?

So he said with a big grin: "What's all the fuss, just a few transport ships!" Walk! Drink and go! "After saying that, go to Lakala Gunis's arm.

The pull was not pulled, and Karagunis stared at the boats, his eyes unblinking. Suddenly he shouted, "Stop those boats!" Something is not right! ”

The surrounding sailors looked at Karagunis in amazement, not knowing what was happening, but a few of them still informed their superiors, and two non-commissioned officers of the ships next to them immediately went to the side of the deck, signaled the boats to slow down, and asked for each other's identity.

Amazingly, however, instead of slowing down, the boats suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the Spanish fleet as fast as they could!

The sailors who saw it shouted loudly, and many of them immediately picked up their muskets, took a shooting posture at the boat, and immediately prepared to shoot if the situation was not right, which also showed the well-trained training of the Spanish sailors.

Yet the ships were rushing towards them without hesitation, and this time even Paul Lacas, who stared at the boats, gritted his teeth and asked, "How do you know that these boats are wrong?" ”

As he spoke, a crisp shot rang out, and the sailors began to shoot at the ships! But that didn't stop the boat from approaching, as if they didn't care about such an attack!

Karagunis said hurriedly: "The rainstorm has stopped, and it is impossible for our transport ship to appear in the return position at this time." And these ships have a shallow draft, are fast, and obviously don't carry any heavy loads! I don't know how, but I always had a feeling of fear that something bad was about to happen! ”

Paul Lacass frowned: "A few small boats, even if they get close, they don't ......" The words fell, he only felt that something suddenly lit up in front of him, like a tight black room suddenly pushed open the door, and the noon sun outside pierced his eyes!

Immediately, a violent explosion sounded and the violent wave of qi was like a wall, pressing heavily on his face!

Damn it! It's an enemy attack!

Paul Lacas came to his senses and was about to command his men to prepare for defense, when he saw that Calagounis had jumped to the top of the upper deck several times, and shouted: "Disperse! Spread out! All the ships are scattered! ”

Paul LaCasas immediately realized that things were not quite what he imagined and seemed much more complicated! He turned his head and saw that the small boat that had crashed into the fleet had begun to burn, and even the surrounding ships and even the sea were rising with billowing tongues of fire and smoke!

"Damn it! The ship is full of oil! Kerosene! Paul Lacas gritted his teeth and shouted: "Spread out! All ships depart! Don't huddle together, spread out! ”

But it happened so suddenly, more than a dozen small ships crashed into the interior of the Armada from different angles, and almost at the same time burst into fierce flames! Each one of them had to burn with several other ships, and the oil was enough to burn each other clean and go to the bottom of the sea together!

But as things stand, the Spaniards' losses were significantly greater than those of the British! The British lost a dozen small ships at most, which was harmless, but the Spanish were attacked by the main fleet, and as far as they could see, more than twice as many ships as the other side were on fire, and they were constantly infecting the surrounding ships.

In order to avoid the storm, the previous Spanish fleets were all docked in the harbor, one by one, and stayed together. Now that such a thing has happened, it must be burned and burned, and absolutely no one is immune!

Unless—run out!

The news soon reached de Guzmán's ears, and in a fit of rage, the commander-in-chief of the Armada ordered the whole army to attack, avoiding the flames while preparing for battle!

The weather is improving, and this is the end of the British! The worst decision they ever made was to provoke themselves at this point!

De Guzmán thinks so and does so, completely ignoring Orlando Pizarro's dissuasion. He gave the order - the whole army immediately set off and set foot on the English Channel!

The Spanish Invincible Overseer, this behemoth, was like a stab in the ass, and immediately moved and prepared to get out of his lair. However, due to the sheer size and the wounds on his body, he was extremely slow to move.

Most of the ships in the north of the attacked fleet were on fire, more than a dozen were seriously injured, had sunk or were about to sink, and the remaining ships were speeding up to escape from the port, and as the brigade sailed north, they were ready to officially march into the English Channel, and wash away this helplessness and shame with the blood of the enemy!

The enemy has moved! A few nautical miles away, I held the telescope and quietly observed the enemy situation in the distance. The special operators did a good job, abandoning ship at the last minute before the bombing and swimming to the meeting point of the Spanish fleet on the winter side, where a clipper disguised as a Spanish ship was waiting for them and would take them back to England with them.

And all I need to do now is go back to C immediately

Abby's port, bring the news to Drake - the big fish, has bitten the bait! Take-up is also only in the near future!

Now, let's get ready for the big fish stew in the iron pot!

The shuttle-like Calais clipper quietly started and headed for full speed to the north.