The sea to the southeast was full of cannon fire, and it was clear that the unrepentant fleet ahead had already engaged the Spaniards.

I stood on the deck at the bow of the ship, quietly looking at the smoke rising from the sea in the distance, thought for a moment, and ordered loudly: "According to the plan, turn the rudder in the right half and go at full speed!" ”

The rudder struck to the right, and the hull soon began to tilt to the right, clearly not heading towards the engagement zone, but in a posture to avoid battle.

Matteo Ricci came up behind me and seemed to look into the distance: "It seems that the Spaniards are fighting a certain fleet in front, and it is very wise for us to avoid the battle area." You should be alert like a snake, pure and good like a dove. Amen! ”

I pursed my lips and sneered, "No! It was my fleet that was at war with the Spaniards! ”

Matteo Ricci was puzzled: "What? So why...... Is it a sacrifice? My God! The axe has been placed at the root of the tree, and every tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire. Your Excellency, such an act of yours is impure! ”

I turned my head, glanced at Matteo Ricci faintly, and then turned back to the direction of the battle, with a look full of indifference: "Wait quietly." Father, wars are made by brains. ”

Matteo Ricci drew a cross on his chest, recited the Holy Spirit of the Father, the Son, and fell silent.

In the fierce north-westerly winds, my fleet sped out in a south-west direction, and in a short time it was two or three nautical miles. The battle ahead is already clear - a fleet is withdrawing due west, and artillery fire is pouring down on the fleet in the rear!

And following behind was obviously the Spanish battleship with high-rise buildings - after the defeat in the English Channel, they also seemed to be reflecting on the addition of some artillery to the ship that was originally full of sailors' cabins, but you know - what power can be used to suddenly pick up the business after decades of artillery fighting?

Therefore, their artillery is basically a sound, and the main means of combat is still to approach the enemy, and the white-knuckle battle is decided!

But all the Clippers of Calais are carried without regrets, and the Clipper of Calais, all of them, can be reached by the heavy warships of the Spaniards? This scene is like a giant bear chasing the cunning fox in front of it, trying its best, but not even a single hair of this nimble little thing can be touched.

Of course, looking at it the other way around, the little fox can't really do anything to the big stupid bear, at most it just makes it bleed a little and beats it painful.

Matteo Ricci looked at him in a daze, he didn't understand why I would allow my ships to be pursued by the enemy, and I had no intention of going up to help.

Just then, one of his attachés walked up behind him and whispered a few words.

Matteo Ricci immediately turned his head in shock, only to see that on the sea level behind our fleet, another fleet was pressing towards us!

This fleet is probably about the size of our own, if they have bad intentions and fight the Spaniards in front of them on both sides......

The old god's face couldn't help but turn pale, and he suddenly felt as if he had been on a thief ship. But at this time, it seemed that he couldn't pull off this old face when he said that he was going to get off the ship, and he stood behind me and twisted the ink for a long time, and finally held back a sentence: "Your Excellency, it seems that there is still a fleet behind us!" ”

I let out an "um" and was very unimpressed: "I know." ”

The old god wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with some difficulty: "But...... I mean, I don't know if the people behind me are friends or foes! If you catch up, I'm afraid you'll have to cause another disaster! ”

I laughed "sneering", and said in my heart that this old fox was really scared, so I turned my head to look at Matteo Ricci again: "Why don't you continue to drag classic quotations?" I don't get used to it. ”

Matteo Ricci's old face was slightly red, and he was struggling, and I looked at the battle area again, and the tone of my voice was also dispensable: "That's our fleet, don't panic." ”

The old god stick was shocked again: "The one behind is also our fleet?" I...... Why didn't I see it before? ”

I snorted softly, "If you see it, will the Spaniards dare to come?" ”

The old god stick was suddenly speechless.

I ignored his reaction, and ordered in a loud voice: "Ten degrees south-west direction, lower half sail and advance!" ”

The helmsman and sailman moved together, the direction was adjusted again, and the speed of the ship was reduced.

In this way, the unrepentant fleet, which was exchanging fire in front, accelerated towards the sea directly in front of our flagship, and in about twenty minutes they would form a line of battle in front of us. The fleet I led would cling to their line of battle to form a second line of fire.

As for Adicon's heavy fleet behind, it is our most powerful firepower fortress!

Three fleets will be assembled at the location I envisioned, just as I had guessed that the Spaniards would intercept us on our way!

The Spaniards also apparently saw the fleet behind, of course, only the one I was on, and the fleet behind Adicon's was too far away for them to see. It can be seen that the commander of the other side is very brave, and he still rushes forward with all his strength in such a situation, hoping to stop, encircle, and eat the Eastern Fleet in front of him somewhere in front!

However, after all, this is just the existence of the encirclement in their dreams! Everything is planned, and they will never be able to realize this imminent encirclement!

Our three fleets arrived at full speed towards the intended destination, and finally completed the assembly before the Spaniards came to their senses!

The fastest fleet was closest to the Spaniards, while the artillery had the shortest range, forming the closest line of fire. Then there was my medium fleet group, and finally the heavy battleships that Adikon suddenly struck!

The Spaniards were visibly panicked, and their formation was slightly disorganized, as if they were beginning to hesitate between advance and retreat.

I didn't give them this chance, and commanded in a loud voice: "Target: enemy capital ships!" Shoot at a hurry! A cardinal cardinality! ”

The muzzle of the cannon in the belly of the ship had already been opened, and the gunners who were sharpening their knives were impatient to ignite the fuse!

"Boom, boom!" The huge blasting sound shook people's ears and buzzed, and the pervasive ** smell made the fishy smell of sea water retreat!

The Spanish fleet in the distance began to blossom, their sails burning, black smoke rising from the decks, and a few unfortunate battleships began to crumble!

They're scared! The defeat of Armageddon in the English Channel gave the survivors of the Spanish Navy a deep phobia of firepower!

Hearing this nightmare cannon fire, the formation of the Spanish fleet became scattered, and there was no trace of the momentum of seeing death as if it were home and moving forward in the decisive battle!

Soon, after the sinking of two frigates and one capital ship, the formation of the Spaniards' fleet completely collapsed! Like a flock of sheep that have been scattered, they began to flee backwards without a head!

However, how could the ships outrun the shells? After a few more rounds of firing, two more medium-sized Flanders paddle boats sank!

Many enemy ships raised white flags, and when the Nine Ghosts saw this scene, they immediately ran to my side and saluted: "Sir, they seem to be about to surrender!" ”

I was silent, just watching as the other boats were hit, flipped and sunk by us.

The Nine Ghosts waited for a while, and when they saw that I didn't answer, they didn't ask any more. He had been with me for the longest time, and knew that I was not an indecisive person, and since he didn't speak, the question was pointless, so why bother asking?

But the old man could not help himself, coughed beside him, and said, "Blessed are those who are pure in heart, for they will see God." Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. Your Excellency the Duke, they have surrendered, should we cease fire? ”

I looked at Matteo Ricci strangely and asked, "Was there a procedure for declaring war between us?" ”

Matteo Ricci looked at the fleet of the Spaniards, of course he knew the style of these guys, declare war? Inexistent. Cannonballs are declarations of war, get it?

"Probably not." He could only answer honestly.

I let out an "oh" and looked back at the battlefield: "Since there is no declaration of war, there is no such thing as surrender." Now it's just a firefight, there are no rules of war. Or rather, there are rules - the winner is king, and the loser is the loser! ”

Matteo Ricci was not reconciled: "Let your light shine before men, so that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven." Lord Duke......"

Without looking back, I asked, "If it was us who lost and we raised the white flag, would the Spaniards forgive us?" ”

The old god was speechless for a long time, and only after a long time did he say in his usual holy tone: "Blessed are those who have mercy, for they will receive mercy. Forgive, as the Father does. ”

I snorted and sneered, "Whether to forgive them or not, that's God's business, and my duty is to send them to God!" ”

As I spoke, I pulled out the boy cut and shouted, "Charge!" Crush them completely! ”

"Roar!" The three fleets roared one after the other after my orders were heard! Our ships changed their stance of retreat and moved forward to pursue the Spaniards, who had long since lost confidence.

Seeing that the general trend had been achieved, I slowly cut the boy back into the scabbard, pushed it with a "click", and then smiled leisurely: "As you can see, I never hold grudges, because I took revenge on the spot!" Honorable priest, you have your philosophy, I have mine, but here I have the final say, right? ”

Matteo Ricci was silent, he could only nod his head, and watched as the Spanish fleet was torn apart little by little, until it was dark, and I ordered the troops to be collected, and only a few Spanish warships took the opportunity to escape.

The old god stick and the attachés began to chant, and I could hear the eulogy from the funeral:

Gracious Father, you have chosen them to be servants of your Son, to prepare the feast of the Word and the Eucharist for your people in the world.

Since you have called him back to you, grant him to share your eternal feast with all the saints in the kingdom of heaven.

For our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, and you, and the Holy Spirit, are the only God, the living and eternal King.

Amen!

Probably because the number of deaths was too large, they prayed several times in a row, and the duration was not short.

Some locally recruited sailors saw this scene and took off their hats to mourn, waiting until the eulogy was over before returning to their posts.

I watched this scene silently and did not stop. The deceased are like this, and no matter how much the living do, it is only superficial. I don't believe in these, but I don't object to them, as long as they are used well, this kind of ideological shackles is the best means of control!

As the sun set like blood, the fleet split into three again, and the course had been adjusted to face due south and move away at full speed......