There is no one who has been floating on the sea all year round who is not afraid of such a supernatural event. When he watched the ghost ship "floating" on the surface of the sea flicker away from him, the blood pressure of the captain and sailors also went up and down.

The final result was that the Fifth Fleet's sailing formation was compressed from a neat shuttle shape into shapeless strips, and it fled towards the north in a staggered manner. Their thoughts were to flee to Walvis Bay and take refuge in the harbor.

No one thought about the issue of landing in place. The reason is very simple - in this rainy rainstorm with no fingers in sight, to explore an unfamiliar shallow water, it is very easy to cause the ship to be destroyed and killed, which is more terrifying than the ghost ship. What's more, when it comes to ghost ships, I mean, a ghost ship doesn't need to run faster than everybody, but only needs to run faster than the last friendly ship......

As a result, some "smart" ship commanders began to deviate from the course first for a number of reasons, such as too much rain and difficult control of the ships; For example, if you don't see a signal, you don't know where to run, and if you don't have any reason, let's outrun the ghost ship first.

As the already chaotic formation became more and more disorganized, Frank López angrily ordered his lieutenant Velázquez to signal the other ships to concentrate on attacking the ghost ship - in fact, he also realized the fact that his ship was behind - but received no response, only screaming in anger and fear that he would send all these traitors and cowards to the gallows when he returned.

After chasing and fleeing for most of the night, the Fifth Fleet gradually sailed out of the storm area. When several ships gathered in formation, they were horrified to find that the flagship was gone! Yes, gone!

Just now I was busy running for my life, how fast and how the commanders of the ships ran, who cares who is behind, anyway, as long as someone is on the cylinder. When they saw a ship in the distance, which seemed to be the flagship, clearly lagging behind the others, these commanders gloated a little, and some even had some anticipation in it.

Reason? As the saying goes, a radish is a pit, if you want to jump into the pit in front, do you have to pull out the radish in front of you first? What I couldn't do by all means, I actually did it today because of such a harmonious reason - the ghost ship! Sky! Who's in control? Observe a moment of silence for the Admiral!

Where exactly did the flagship "Granada" go? These subordinate ships began to wonder, after all, there are still some people with basic military qualities, and the chief is gone, don't they need to be recovered?

The survivors of the Fifth Fleet were again divided into two camps, some of whom agreed to turn around and go to the Granada, a view held by 66.7 per cent. Of the six ships, four began to turn around, and the remaining two began to continue northward under the pretext of "rushing to Madrid to report the situation and come back to the rescue".

After the four ships turned around, they began to cautiously move south, and there was a lot of dirt on the question of who came first and who came last. But the road was still going, and when they walked all the way back to the Cape of Good Hope, they still didn't see any trace of the Granada!

Everyone began to have a chill down their spine! Don't...... Was it really captured by the ghost ship?

The bold commander proposed to further expand the search area, and appropriately expand the search space to the south and east, and several other ships were also half-pushed, but finally agreed. The four ships, in groups of two, began to expand their search range to the south and east, respectively.

Heading south were the Fifth Fleet's second ship, the Cuenca, and the fourth ship, the Avila, which was temporarily commanded by the commander of the second fleet, Giuseppe Ronald. This is a middle-aged man from Palermo, the capital of Sicily, whose father left Palermo decades ago as one of the first mercenaries to take part in ocean voyages, and after several journeys, he was exiled to Spain, where he married the daughter of a local farmer and gave birth to Giuseppe Ronaldel.

The forty-five-year-old lieutenant was ridiculed by his companions as a child for imitating his father's Sicilian accent, so he resisted his identity as an Italian descendant. At the age of fifteen, he joined the Spanish Navy and spent thirty years on the seas, where he is now a captain.

Strictly speaking, it is not too slow, but if you consider that he is one of the few intellectuals in the Spanish Navy who can write and calculate, can write and write annual work reports in Italian and Spanish, and has a very clear and sensitive mind, then it is generally accepted that he did climb much slower.

And the crux of all this lies in his pedigree. In order to reverse this problem, the depressed Ronald took the lead in every battle, often carrying out the task of breaking off, but all this was of no avail, because in Spain, the prerequisite for income and effort was to be of the same race. And Ronald was born without this condition.

It can be said that this is one thing that Ronald has been cursing in his dreams. But thinking about Italy's weak navy and its international image, Ronald couldn't help but sigh again.

This time, Admiral Frank López disappeared, and Ronald thought his chance had finally arrived. Imagine a man who can save the Admiral from the majesty of a ghost ship, and that's barely as good as the legendary dragon slayer! You can take this opportunity to complete the process of "gilding" your bloodline, and from then on to the pinnacle of life!

So on the question of whether to go south or east, Ronald almost did not hesitate to choose the southbound direction that was more dangerous and easier to encounter the ghost ship. Compared to his fanaticism, the commander of the fourth ship, Hesse Garcia, was much more helpless. The young captain from the Basque Country was calm and in no hurry to make meritorious contributions, and the reason why he went south was entirely because of bad luck......

The two ships searched south along the south direction of the Cape of Good Hope, but found that nearly forty nautical miles away, the sky was dawning, and there was still no shadow of the flagship. While Ronald was depressed and Garcia was secretly rejoicing, none of them knew that because of their brave "death-seeking behavior", they gave them a way to live!

Let's rewind the clock by a few hours.

During the storm, the Fifth Fleet Granada was too large and did not steer strongly, causing itself to fall farther and farther in the retreating formation. Later, he was thrown out more than two nautical miles. Frank López cursed the weather, the ghost ship, and his traitors and cowards, but he didn't notice that behind a huge reef in front of him, a few swift figures were quietly turning!

The dark shadows on the surface of the water seemed to be boats, and they looked like some kind of large fish, which could not be seen clearly in the rain. But the next second, when a spray of fire erupted above those dark shadows, and the cannonballs rained down on his ship, Frank López knew that he was ambushed!

In the midst of the rage, two shells hit the column beside him, only to hear a "click", the column carrying the weight of the observatory was cut off at the waist and smashed down!

Frank López hurriedly dodged, but still splashed, and his head shook with the ship and slammed into the port deck! He cursed and climbed up, ready to command his men to fight back, but saw a small black figure in front of him rushing towards his ship!

With a "pop", the ship plunged into the port side of the Granada, and a moment later, there was a loud bang that pierced the eardrums!

"Boom"! A frigate loaded with gunpowder, like a large torpedo, plunged straight into the port side of a Venetian gunboat! Under the violent shock, the fire inside overturned, igniting the surrounding fire*! The next explosion directly blew up the keel of the Granada!

My ship was cruising a nautical mile from ten o'clock on the Granada, and I witnessed the sinking of the great ship, and of course, in order to speed up the shelling of the great black shadow! After about fifteen minutes, the keel of the Granada could not withstand the force of the bow and stern of the ship, and finally "clicked" and broke completely!

The Granada, like the Titanic in the movie, broke in two in the middle of the hull! The bow and stern of the ship sank first, and a large number of bubbles appeared on the surrounding sea! The fractures in the belly of the ship were raised high, and a large amount of seawater poured into the windows, cracks, and bullet holes of the cabin, and the Granada is history!

Around the wreck, a large number of small lifeboats appeared, and this was the more clever people on the Granada who were escaping! About a third of the people got into the lifeboat, and a third of them were trying to find a way to chase the lifeboat! Some people tried their best to grab the side of the lifeboat and tried to climb up, but they were chopped off by the people who were already on the boat, and with a canopy of blood and severed limbs, they fell into the sea again!

I watched their death show in the distance. Not long ago, this was the case with several ships that were sunk in the Blade Sea! A wave of anger filled my chest again, and I gave a loud order: "Attack the lifeboat!" And the people in the water! Don't let any of them go! ”

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It took us less than half an hour to wipe out the enemy who was trying to survive in the water and had no power to fight back. As the wind and rain faded, we left the only remaining frigate to continue to pursue the remnants of the enemy, and the remaining eight Calais clippers continued to go north, how could I let go of the remaining murderers?

With the unparalleled speed of the Calais clipper, we caught up with the two ships that wanted to return directly to Spain thirty nautical miles from Walvis Bay. The other party couldn't even give birth to the desire to escape, so we were quietly sent to the bottom of the sea.

There is no live mouth.

Turning south to look for the four ships that had just been quietly let go, what I never expected was that these guys actually had the guts to rush back to the sea where the ghost ship was found! Moreover, they also divided their forces again, and we were eyeing the two ships that were advancing eastward.

So before and after, we wiped out a total of five ships of the fifth detachment of the Spanish Armada! It should be said that this fleet should be erased from the sequence of the Armada!

But we searched for a long time on the sea, but we didn't find the last two boats! After searching for a day, I knew I couldn't find it, so our fleet began to move east and north, towards Sofala.

I didn't get the Spaniards who attacked me to pay their debts until today, and I think that's just the beginning!

Of course, these things, as the survivors of the Fifth Fleet - Ronald and Garcia do not know. I don't know how they will return to Spain and start a new life, but what I have to do now is to rush back to Sofala and destroy the remnants of the Spanish forces left there. And, of course, there are the follow-up questions that follow.

I can't face the Spaniards on my own, can I? This kind of good thing, let's carry it together!