A vague "squeak" rocking sound woke Simone Ross from his hangover, and he found himself still on the boat, but the atmosphere around him made him a little confused, as if something terrible had happened.

He shook his head vigorously, and immediately felt a tumbling sensation from the depths of his stomach, and a strong feeling of vomiting welled up in his throat, and Simone Rose jerked up, rushed out of the cabin, and came to the side of the ship, and vomited violently at the sea below!

This burst of mercury made Simone Ross truly understand the meaning of the word "happy". It wasn't until he vomited out all the bitter bile water and retched a few times that he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and slowly raised his head.

Finally, he looked down on what he saw, and it all made him feel like he was back in the hellish scene of not long ago, after the War in the English Channel!

Ships, all ships everywhere, burned, keel pierced, mainmast broken, overturned, in short, imaginable, war-damaged ships that had been seen before him rowed one after another, struggling to sail away from the shore.

Simone Rose was stunned for a long time, he thought he was dreaming, so he hammered his temple with his fist to drive away the nightmare, or the annoying headache.

Never drink so much again. Simone Ross swore secretly for the hundredth time that I was beginning to hallucinate, could it be that God's call was near?

After two more minutes of bowing his head and closing his eyes, the Spanish admiral finally came to his senses—at least intellectually, and physically, it would take at least two days for him to recover completely, and it would take a process.

He opened his eyes again, only to see the same sight, so he closed them again, trying to remember the events of the previous night.

That's right, we have captured Muscat, the city that has been occupied for decades is back in our hands again, we drink and celebrate, yes, celebrate this great victory!

And then what? Simone Rose searched his stomach and scraped his stomach, and there was really no memory to confirm this history, so he screamed in a hoarse throat: "First mate! Chief mate! ”

A moment later, a muffled response came from behind him: "I'm here." ”

The sound was clearly that of the first mate, Ronal, but it sounded like a bellows was pulling hard, as if it was leaking everywhere.

Simone Ross turned slowly, looked in the direction from which the voice came, and finally, he saw the first mate Ronald in the midst of a crowd of people—he felt that he could only use this twice, because the black things were clearly huddled together—a crowd of people.

Ronal's whole body is charred, which is the result of the smoke and fire. There was a cloth band of unclear color obliquely tied around his head and face, which happened to block the left eye, which was still oozing blood. His right arm hung from his chest, with a rope, and it was clear that his right arm was broken, and any slight movement would have caused him excruciating pain.

Instead of hurrying up to Simone Ross at the call of Simone Ross as usual, stomping his feet and answering questions again, Ronald was still sitting on the deck with his back to a broken gun mount, looking very weak.

"What happened? Ronald? This...... What's going on? Simone Rose tries to make his voice sound majestic, which is his only remaining source of self-confidence.

However, Ronald did not have the idea of accompanying him to act, and answered the Admiral's question half-dead.

"We were ambushed." The words were very short, and after they were finished, they were silent, as if they had lost the strength to say more.

Just these six words sent chills down Simone Rose's entire spine! He already had a vague premonition of bad feelings—terrible thoughts that he had never dreamed of, that he didn't want to think about and wouldn't think about were coming to him.

He glanced back at the few remaining seriously injured warships, swallowed his saliva, stared at the violent acidic feeling in his stomach and asked in a trembling voice, "What about our fleet?" Where is it? ”

Ronald said half-dead again: "All you see is all." After speaking, he turned around, covered the wound in his abdomen, and whispered in pain.

Simone Ross was suddenly furious, and he tried to use the majesty of the Admiral to order the other party to stand up and answer his own questions, just like before, but when he saw the large amount of dried blood under Ronal's body, and the new blood marks that were gradually spreading on his clothes, he finally understood that the old set did not seem to work.

In desperation, Simone Ross looked left and right, and finally found someone who seemed to be relatively "complete" - the observer on the flagship, who seemed to be the son of a fisherman named Mata or Motta.

With all his nausea, he walked up to Mata with the quickest of steps, and slapped his dejected observer hand so hard that the young man was so frightened that the fear in his eyes looked like that of a bird whose wings had been struck by a bullet!

When Mata saw that the person who patted him was the Admiral, his eyes slowly became focused, and at the same time, his eyes turned red, and he said with a crying voice: "Admiral, it's all over!" ”

Simone Rose grabbed Mata's shoulders with both hands and said in the gentle, yet serious voice possible, "What the hell is going on? You should have seen it, tell me! ”

Mata sobbed a few times before she began to speak slowly.

Yesterday afternoon, after a modest battle, the Spanish and Mughal forces captured the port of Muscat, and the Arab powers, including the Woodin Chamber of Commerce, retreated away from the war zone.

Immediately after that, people began to party, wine, women, indulgences, and it all seemed to deserve a big victory.

Mata was unfortunate and fortunate to be assigned a shift, after all, the navigator had already taken a few cronies to the festival, and there had to be a knowledgeable person on the ship, so Mata was left behind.

This is all Simon C. Ross knows, his hands are slightly forced, his fingers sink deep into the muscles of Mata's shoulders, and his voice is very hoarse and heavy: "Tell the point! I know that! ”

Mata twisted his shoulders and shook off Simone Ross's pincer-like hands before continuing to recount the events of last night in a voice of extreme fear.

Blaze! Boom * Boom! Shelling! When these verbs are all superimposed on a group of people who are overwhelmingly drunk, it means a disaster!

The Wooding Chamber of Commerce and the Arab coalition forces killed in the middle of the night. After a few hours of indulgence, most of the Spaniards and Mughals were delirious, and some were still sober and busy studying the piston movement, so that when the attack occurred, less than one-third of the ships could be moved, and even fewer were able to resist.

In short, in the eyes of Mata, who quickly climbed the watchtower, it was a strangulation of the sheep by a pack of lions! In the chaos, he saw several cronies return to the ship with a drunken Simone Ross on their backs, and then the boat departed, allowing the colleagues who arrived behind to wave and shout angrily, still indifferent, and started a journey to escape at full speed!

Immediately after, several ships around it also moved, or rather, all the ships that could move. From Mata's point of view, the Mughal ships seem to be moving more than the Spaniards themselves, and he thinks that this may be due to the fact that the lower castes of the Mughals do not have the right to drink for pleasure, or that they are better at drinking, but this does not make sense, after all, the Spanish sailors and navigators are old barrels.

Simone Ross was deeply annoyed, he never imagined that one day he would really die because of the amount of alcohol. He clenched his fists hard, and his heart spoke if I wasn't drunk...... Then he sighed, what if he wasn't drunk? The sailors are drunk, can they row and fire their guns alone?

Thinking of this, he seemed to be much calmer, and his voice softened: "And then? "Still asking Mata.

The frightened lookout seemed to calm down and speak much faster.

The coalition forces began to flee, if these rabbles could still be called coalition forces. The ships of the Spaniards performed much better and better than the Mughals, so they were faster, more maneuverable, and a little more defensive.

Therefore, under the fire of the Woodin Chamber of Commerce, the Spaniards accelerated their escape from the circle of fire, at the cost of half of the remaining ships, and all the Mughals as a sacrifice for burial, forever in the icy waters of the Gulf of Oman!

As for what I saw, it was, as Ronald said, all the belongings that escaped from Muscat! On the way, a boat sank because of the flood, and as a result, those wounded struggled in the sea water to call for help, but the boat next to them only cared about fleeing for their lives, and had no intention of rescuing at all, and did not even put down the lifeboat.

After all, no one knows if the ship they are on will sink or not. If there is a day, one more lifeboat will be left, and your hope of survival will be greater! In the face of life and death, no one is selfless......

Mata also added that according to several people who had fled from the front, they had also seen a man who appeared to be Woodin, standing with an Oriental and directing the battle, which was the root cause of their own losses!

Simone Ross completely understands that this war is a complete hoax! Woodin did not die, and it is estimated that he was not even slightly injured. They had a game, Wade was fooling himself and the Kaplan Chamber of Commerce, and they appeared at the most unlikely time and caught themselves off guard!

Thinking of this, Simone* Screw only felt cold, and he lost even the strength to continue standing there, so he could only sit on the deck with a heavy ass, and stared fixedly into the distance.

At this moment, a soft, small voice came to his ears, it was a few sailors next to him talking, and he only heard the sentence "If it weren't for him......", the rest of the world would not be able to hear clearly.

Simone Ross immediately turned his head to look at the sailors over there, who had stopped talking and seemed to be looking at him with resentment.

The Spanish admiral felt endless anger and grief welling up over his head, and he stood up suddenly, drew his sword with a "choking" sound, pointed at the sailors over there, and shouted, "What are you talking about? Do you want to go to the gallows, sir? ”

No one answered, everyone looked at Simone Rose silently, and in the empty sea, apart from the mournful roar of the ship's hull, only his voice was heard in the distance.

A never-before-seen feeling pervades Simone Ross's body, and he clearly interprets that the real name of this feeling is "shame and indignation"! As an orthodox aristocrat, he never thought that one day he would come to such a dead end!

will be looked at with contempt and resentment like this!

This is watched as a loser!

Maybe it's only one step away from the sailors' mutiny!

But...... But what can you change? Even if you kill those sailors who criticize you, the three words of loser are still deeply engraved on your forehead, and you can't wash them away for a lifetime!

He suddenly remembered his teacher, Monsieur de Guzmán, who had resigned, and he was still asking him why he didn't want to make a comeback. It was only then that I finally understood the true meaning of Mr. de Guzmán's bitter smile.

When you return home, you will be judged as a sinner!

His Majesty Philip II was kind to the losers in Armageddon, but everyone knows that he never hated the losers more than he did now!

Maybe you will be stripped of your nobility, maybe worse!

The world is so big that Simone Ross only feels that there is no place for himself!

He suddenly remembered his young son, he was still so young, but he had already shown an amazing talent for commanding and fighting, he shouldn't waste his life as a civilian!

However, as a father, because today's failure can no longer provide him with a good environment, people will laugh at his son when they see him, calling him "the offspring of the loser". He will live in his shadow for the rest of his life!

What can I do? Simone Rose thought sadly and hopelessly.

Suddenly, a thought crept into his mind! In the past, this idea would never have arisen, but at this time it is so realistic.

Expiation!

The people around didn't know what the down-and-out admiral was thinking, but when they saw him stunned for a long time, they suddenly smiled, and smiled very gently.

Then he stood up, straightened his clothes, and buttoned the cuffs meticulously like a nobleman who was going to meet the king.

Then he straightened his hair again, if it weren't for the fact that there was no silver wig that symbolized dignity around him, I was afraid that he would have already put the crown on his head.

Simone Rose walked gracefully past the wounded. Everyone unconsciously made a way for him - for some reason, people felt that the Admiral exuded an inviolable momentum!

I saw the Admiral walk to the bow of the ship, look back gracefully, and wave to everyone, does he want to ......

At this moment, Simone Ross proved people's conjectures with practical actions - he jumped! Jumped from the high bow of the ship!

"Poof" The sound of falling water came, like a needle piercing everyone's body! They suddenly remembered who they were - the Spanish Navy! How can you watch your own admiral jump into the sea and be indifferent?

This is a capital offense!

As a result, the sound of "puff puff puff" sounded continuously, and the sailors who could move entered the water one after another, doing everything possible to rescue their own admiral who apologized for his sins!

However, what can be done if it can be saved, and what if it cannot be saved?

The tide of history has passed, and all that remains is the icy waters, which still accompany the survivors of the Spanish Navy.