There aren't many options in front of Drake right now, he does want revenge, but before he can take revenge, he must first save himself.

Now people in the outside world don't really care about the truth at all, they just recognize that it is absolutely right to put the pot on their own heads, and they can explain the past no matter where they go.

The really sad level is not actually what the outside world says, but Queen Elizabeth here.

As the single queen grew older, her eyes grew smaller. As a close minister of the royal family, many people, including herself, find that she likes suspicion and jealousy more and more, even if there is no problem, she will guess a bunch of plots, not to mention that this time Qianfu refers to herself, how can she be alone?

You have to find a way to save yourself......

This is related to the core question at present, where is the shipwreck, the treasure? Who salvaged and who got these benefits?

Drake pondered this question for three days and three nights, and the morning before Charles Lange's deadline, it dawned on him that he had fallen into a trap!

A trap that is a lie from beginning to end!

This so-called shipwreck treasure is a lie! From beginning to end, it was nothing. Everyone, including himself, was fooled, and everyone was the marionette of the Ming Dynasty!

As for why his private fleet disappeared out of thin air, it's probably not hard to guess - it's still his masterpiece.

His habits have been thoroughly understood by him, and every move and style of his is actually aimed at his own weakness, mercilessly, and the move is killed!

It's a pity that he woke up late and gave him plenty of room to play, which allowed him to fall into such a passive situation and couldn't extricate himself.

Who is to blame for these? Obviously, I don't blame the other party, since everyone tore their faces and started to do it, it doesn't matter what morality is. If you change yourself, you will do the same.

Of course, I don't blame myself completely, within the scope of my ability, I have already put the greatest pressure on the Ming Dynasty fleet, but who would have thought that this Ming Dynasty people would not accept it head-on at all, but led the war to a completely irrelevant field.

What is this? You hit yours, I hit mine?

This is a war in a new dimension, it's not that I'm stupid, but I've really never seen such a way to shoot!

Now that the situation has developed into such a situation, it is no longer meaningful to talk about it, the key is how to solve it!

Drake pondered.

Grudge? That's certain, according to the Ming Dynasty's thinking, since the moment Queen Elizabeth chose to ignore his interests and form an alliance with the Spaniards, the two sides have been at odds.

It's just that no one was willing to compromise later, so things have developed step by step to the present.

But again, who is to blame for this? In fact, in the end, no one is to blame.

The fault lies in each man's own master, and this is the biggest mistake!

For now, it seems that I can only let go of my thoughts and my own figure first, get through the difficulties first, and then think about other longer-term things.

But how exactly do you get through this?

In fact, there are only two choices in front of me.

A choice, to fight to the end with the people of the Ming Dynasty, wash away the shame with blood, and make the facts public. As for whether others believe it or not, at that time, other people's problems, as long as they are worthy of their hearts.

This method is in line with your own character, face-to-face, real, don't play tricks, just look at the result.

However, it is indeed difficult to predict the outcome, and the best outcome that can be expected should be that both sides are burned, and there can be no better conclusion.

The other option is much softer - I have heard someone say that there is an ancient saying in the East, which is called to tie the bell to the bell. Who is the bell tieer? It is Sun Qilan, an Oriental man.

If you want to solve this problem completely, you must reach some degree of agreement with him.

This is indispensable to be ripped off by the Ming Dynasty, but as long as the result is good, then everything is good!

But where are the Ming Dynasty people now?

In the huge world, there is no way to find it by yourself.

After thinking about it, Drake suddenly smiled again - Sun Qilan, a native of the Ming Dynasty, must be in his territory, the land he called New York, and the small island called Manhattan.

With such a big move, how could he not command it on the spot? I am really a little too dogmatic, and it is obviously a matter of self-evidentness, but when I look at it from the perspective of the so-called aristocracy, it is a lot more complicated.

Now that it's decided, let's implement it! The only problem is whether to go directly to see Sun Qilan or entrust someone else to go.

Drake, who was sitting in the chair, thought for a moment, since he had already made up his mind to have the number of people, why not show more sincerity? Why mix in others and make things unpredictable?

The unpredictability of sending someone there is too great to be suited to the current situation.

In the current situation, we must hit with one blow, but we can't leave any head and tail!

That's it!

Drake, who had made up his mind, suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, people, sometimes they just hold their breath, but in fact, they think about it and think it through, isn't that what it is?

As long as you let go of the burden in your heart, what hurdle can't be overcome? To put it bluntly, isn't it just to let go of your so-called face, and stop restraining yourself with such things that seem supreme but are actually worthless.

But that's it, right?

Thinking of this, Drake called the first mate again and arranged an order that made the first mate puzzled.

"Prepare our fleet at once, without a battle fleet, a total of three or five medium-sized warships, and we will go north to the territory of the Dutch."

"To the territory of the Dutch? Do what? The first mate asked.

"Solve the problem this time!" Drake smiled like a spring breeze.

"The problem this time? Didn't you leave me looking for the whereabouts of the private fleet? The first mate questioned again.

"No need to look for them, I know where they are. Come with me, thoroughly, cleanly, and get to the root of the problem! ”

Although the first mate still didn't understand the crux of what Drake said, years of mutual trust still made him resolutely obey Drake's decision.

That night, five small boats sailed out of St. John's Harbor on the east coast of Virginia, and before people knew it, they were out of the embrace of the earth and headed north in the direction of New York.

The sea breeze was blowing, the waves were shaking, and Drake was sitting on the bow of the boat, carrying a bottle of rum, and drinking it in one sip or another, and the feeling made him feel like he was back in the days when he was a sailor.

How good it was at that time, carefree, as long as you do your part, whether it is brushing the deck or pulling the cable, it is so pleasant!

It seems that no matter how big the wind and rain are, it is just pleasant music, and the wound is just the spice of life.

It's really carefree!

Over the years, as my status has become higher and higher, there have been more and more troubles, more and more involuntary ones, and more and more difficult to explain.

How many old friends and old rivals I sent away!

How ironic it is to hear that de Guzmán and Alfred Sr. have become good friends since their retirement!

They fought back and forth, fought all their lives, and only then did they understand the philosophy.

Boring.

It's boring.

After I go back this time, it's time for me to retire!

With this in mind, Drake swayed all the way to the Dutch territory in the north.

The territory of the Ming Dynasty is among them, but he chose the best, most fertile, and most convenient part of it!

Such a huge backwater bay is originally a natural harbor, and the future must be promising!

After going ashore at the port, because he was a British fleet, he was naturally subjected to strict interrogation. But when they heard that they were Francis Drake, the attitudes of these people immediately changed.

This attitude is not unfriendly, nor friendly, but it is a kind of naturalness and sudden realization.

"Hello Mr. Drake!" Soon, a young man came out of the crowd and walked up to Drake and said.

Drake squinted his eyes and looked at this person carefully, the face of the Oriental man, he had seen it many times, it was the Fusang man beside Sun Qilan, called the Nine Ghosts...... What's the matter with the Nine Ghosts? The names of the people of Fuso are always hard to remember.

But Drake still greeted him politely: "Hello! Nine ghosts! ”

The young man smiled: "It's an honor that you remember me!" My husband has been waiting for you for a long time! Please! ”

Sure enough, everything is under his control, and the goal he wants to achieve is just a small move in the palm of someone's hand.

Hi! It's ridiculous!

Thinking of this, Drake also made a gesture of invitation to the Nine Ghosts, and the two walked forward side by side, going to the island as far as the eye could see.

Along the way, Drake saw a scene of work in full swing that he hadn't seen in a long time. People with all kinds of skin are working hard to run their own livelihoods, intensive farming, hand-carving, and even the small workers who push fertilizer back and forth are proud.

They're building their own home! These are people who are depressed in Europe or elsewhere.

When they get here, according to Sun Qilan's policy, as long as they work hard, they will have their own land, they will have their own home!

With such an incentive, how can anyone be lazy? How can it not be in full swing?

For a moment, Drake was in a trance—isn't this the place he imagined? All people, striving for a common goal. Regardless of you and me, some of the noble and the low, the so-called is just to do things better!

Compared with the dull aristocrats and old-fashioned old men in Europe who are struggling under the whip, is the smile on their faces, that smile from the heart, the highest reward for those in power?

In a trance, Drake came to a two-story wooden house. The wooden house looks unpretentious and no different from any other house.

But when he walked to the door, he clearly saw a very familiar person, who he was almost thinking about!

He was smiling at himself, and one of his wives was standing beside him.

When he saw me coming, he smiled calmly, and said in a very soft voice:

"Mr. Drake, please come in and sit down! Sun has been waiting for you for a long time! ”