The British fleet was completely depleted of the shells brought from Portsmouth, and some of the ships on the front line were even completely denied bullets, which shows the severity of the war.

As a result, the morale of the Spanish invasion forces collapsed! The Spanish Armada began to retreat at full speed, but with the British fleet firmly in control of the English Channel, the remnants of the Spanish Armada had to flee for their lives on a long detour!

At the suggestion of the wise general Orlando, the Spaniards left part of the broken fleet as the tail of the gecko, and the remaining remnants of the army were customized, desperately trying to break into the North Sea, and then detour south through Scotland and Ireland before returning home.

Orlando's most fundamental purpose is to preserve as many naval forces and ships as possible, and as for what is not faceless, they have already seen it - including the depressed de Guzmán, who almost vomited blood, has completely abandoned the so-called pride and dignity at this time!

Having lost more than fifty percent of its naval power, the so-called dignity has long been depleted - and now being able to return with as many ships as possible is better than anything else!

As for personal successes and failures, everything will wait until we return to China, and then slowly think about these problems.

Standing on the deck of the USS America, I silently watched the once invincible Spanish Armada being torn apart.

I don't know why, all I saw was that rainy night on the West African Sea, we were attacked by pirates pretending to be pirates from the Spanish Navy, and we were beaten to pieces.

Immediately, I thought of the kite that I had disappeared again, and my heart was suddenly pinched and painful! The culprits of everything are the Spaniards! It is from their desire to dominate the world that there are countless broken families, countless heartbroken people, and countless heart-wrenching days and nights, including me!

So even though I've won, I don't want to let these damn Spaniards go – and the British next to me don't want to let the tiger go!

We all know that most of Philip II's fleet is still combat-ready, only scarred by storms and artillery fire!

If you can't chase the poor with the rest of the bravery, I'm afraid that they will be able to make a comeback after giving them half a year!

Therefore I ordered, to pursue the Spaniards with all my might! Don't let one go!

Drake gave the same order to the British fleet. For more than a dozen days and nights, we stayed awake and chased after the Spaniards! Continuous tracking of the Armada for more than 1,600 km!

During this time, we pursued the Spanish ships countless times, and without exception, they were all sunk by us.

Among them, the pursuit of the Girona was particularly impressive.

It was a rainy night, a dark but not silent rainy night!

In the waters near Ireland, the lookout suddenly saw a vague black shadow not far ahead, it was a boat!

The lookout did not shout a warning, but quietly climbed down the watchtower and reported the situation to me in person.

I immediately gave the order - catch up, and after chasing within a nautical mile, bombard and destroy the enemy with all your might!

There is a reason why it was set at one nautical mile - our artillery had a range of at least two nautical miles, but the Spaniards had no more than one nautical mile for the longest. We are very safe at this distance, but the Spaniards are no threat to us!

The sailors faithfully carried out my orders, and our fleet was like a huge ghost, approaching the enemy ships with a faint murderous aura! We extinguished the lights, kept the sound in check, and quietly and little by little approached the pathetic enemy ship.

At a position of about two nautical miles, they spotted the pursuers behind them and began to run for their lives with all their might! But how could a huge, cumbersome hull escape our ships built for speed?

Soon, the huge enemy ship "Gravisen" was caught up by us in the dark night, and the guns of the twelve Calais clippers fired at the same time, and the Gavieson was immediately hit with a thousand holes!

I could clearly see that the main mast of the Graveson had been broken in the middle! Crashed into the black waters!

At the same time, its starboard rear side was punched a large hole that an adult could pass without any problems! The bubbling water rushed into the ship like a reservoir with a valve open, and within half an hour, the Graveson was about to sink!

The crew is starting to jump into the water in dumpling style, and some are desperately untying the lifeboat from the sinking Graveson to get out of this damn place!

I did not stop them, and even had my ships stop firing and instead withdraw to Dublin at full speed.

There's no need for us to attack them anymore, these guys who fall overboard will die, with or without a boat!

The reason is simple - the wind is already blowing in the sky again! Bean-sized raindrops are pouring down again!

The lightning and thunder, just like the previous rainstorm disaster, turned the world upside down!

Instead of returning to the cabin, I stood on the deck and watched the Gravison drift away, when suddenly, a black silhouette came from far and near in the rainstorm!

It turned out to be a Spanish battleship! They must have heard the sound of artillery fire from a distance and hurried over to help. However, when they arrived, they only saw the Graveson sinking in the torrential rain.

It was the aforementioned Girona that came to the rescue! In the rainstorm, they did not choose to flee alone, but did everything possible to rescue the Spanish sailors in the water!

My heart was deeply touched! Even though they are enemies, I am still infected by their fearlessness.

I immediately gave the order to abandon the pursuit, and the pursuit of the Spaniards was completely terminated.

Heavy rains, hunger, injuries, and attacks have brought the Spaniards to the brink of extinction, and I think they are already in place, and it would be detrimental to the peace to pursue them any longer.

I admire the heroism of the Girona, so be it. My fleet removed its mainsails, put on light spinnakers, and sailed in torrential rain to the nearest port of Dublin.

At the same time, like many others, I salute the Girona, whose courage should be respected.

However, things did not turn out as I had imagined - on the third day I had left the fleet in Dublin for repairs, I received the unfortunate news that the Girona had sunk in the torrential rain despite not being pursued by us!

Only nine of the sailors rescued by the Girona from the Graveson survived, and the remaining 1,300 sank in the depths of the Atlantic!

Some Spanish sailors gave up their flight and landed on British territory from the coastline, where they were immediately captured by British soldiers and civilians. It is said that only a handful of sailors were able to return to Spain in the end, and most of them evaporated from the world and became the dust of history.

Later according to statistics. More than 20,000 Spaniards were killed during the retreat. The death of the Spaniards stemmed from a storm and the depletion of food and fresh water, and the Spaniards, who had no rest under the relentless pursuit of the British, ended up paying a heavy price for their arrogance.

And this war also created a precedent for a new mode of war in Europe - in the previous European wars, the war of annihilation had never been the main means, and they had a fairly tacit understanding with each other to the end, and rarely fought to the death.

After the two sides make an idea, they will usually sign a treaty soon, and according to the situation of the war, they will choose to end the war by ceding land and paying compensation.

However, from the beginning of the Anglo-Spanish naval Armageddon, the mode of war turned to a war of annihilation, with the main purpose of destroying the enemy's living forces to the greatest extent.

This brutal method of warfare lasted until the end of World War II, when the world civilizational order was re-established.

I happened to participate in this big battle that changed the world as a participant, and I really can't say whether I was lucky or unlucky.

But at least I'm here as a victor, and if I lose, I'm afraid the enemy won't be so compassionate.

It is said that after the remnants of the Spanish navy returned to his home country, Philip II visited the surviving officers and soldiers in Seville and did not criticize them too much for their failures.

De Guzmán resolutely resigned from his post as commander-in-chief of the navy, despite the retention of Philip II.

After putting down his status, de Guzmán ran to find the old Alfred, who had fought for decades, and the two had a hearty drink, and developed a deep feeling of pity for each other.

After drinking, de Guzmán insisted on returning to his estate on the outskirts of Seville, and the old Alfred and his son drove him to the city gates, sighing all the way.

Early the next morning, de Guzmán's family found that the old man had been poisoned for a long time. He sat at his desk with a serene face, his dying pen in front of him, and told his family that for generations to come, he would never be allowed to join the Imperial Navy......

He probably knew that the era of the sea in Spain was over and gone forever, and he did not want his children and grandchildren to wade into this troubled water again, or he felt guilty and expressed his regret in this way.

The British, who were the victors, began to celebrate the nation, and after decades of repression, they finally turned around today, under the leadership of the wise Queen Elizabeth I, who had fulfilled the long-cherished wish of generations!

I know that the emerging naval powers, led by Britain and the Netherlands, will gradually inform the world's seas that will also continue until World War II.

Looking at the crowds in Dublin all night of partying, I couldn't get into their frenzy. In my heart, this was not a war of mine, although I was worshipped and saluted by all of Britain as a battle hero.

If I had a choice, I would rather not have this so-called victory, I am willing to exchange these glories in front of me for a kite, maybe we have fulfilled the entrustment of the second uncle, and after finding his daughter, we will completely stay away from the rivers and lakes, and be a rich merchant on the sea who operates steadily, and it is possible for the rest of my life.

However, I didn't have a choice, everything has happened like this, whether I like it or not, whether I like it or not, whether I want it or not, the facts are just in front of me.

Just as I was about to return to London to receive the Queen's bounty, the Nine Demons Masataka suddenly approached me and told me a piece of news.

The sailors found an unconscious Spanish officer in the woods of the beach, and seeing that he was dressed in a mostly admiral role, they immediately woke him up, tied him up, and brought him to me.

When the Spanish naval officer was escorted to me, I looked at him intently. This person is tall, with black and red skin and thick knuckles, and at first glance he looks like a fierce general who has been floating on the sea all year round.

I stared at him, but the man stared at the ground with a dead face, without the sharpness of a soldier.

I know that this defeat has hit him so hard that he has no love for life, but I am interested in who he is.

I was about to ask, when my eyes suddenly caught a pendant around his neck!

It was a stone pendant.

That stone was crystal clear and glowing green!

Just like the half of the green stone on the pendant of the sacred stone hanging from my chest!