At night, not far from the port of Calais, a small port belonging to the Duchy of Normandy, the huge Anglo-Portuguese army, large and small ships, were noisily trimming, and alcohol and broth became the best way for them to counteract the pressure.

The patrol sentry boats followed the rules and regulations, meticulously walking on the sea, ensuring the safety of the entire coalition force.

And in the remote corner of the harbor, no one could have imagined that the Admiralty was seeing off a man with a serious face, and among them, there were eight small boats, but they seemed to have very little draft, not even artillery, only barrels of barrels with unknown liquids.

At this moment, Drake did not have the recklessness and presumptuousness of the past, and the whole person stood on this small boat of dozens of tons, with an expressionless face.

This trip, they chose to enter the night at the moment, so their eight ships of dozens of tons cautiously moved forward slowly next to the coastline, and they had to stop from time to time, for fear of encountering some danger.

"When will it arrive?" Drake, a little impatient with such a slow pace, asked softly.

"Sir, if nothing else, at two o'clock in the night, we will be in the port of Calais!"

On the ship where Drake was on, there was a young man with rough hands and dark skin, who looked like a weathered sailor.

The young sailor, with his head bowed, scrutinically gazed at the reference on both sides of the strait, and when he heard the words of the commander of the operation, he said in a deep voice.

"Our speed is still too slow, conservative estimates, at least three hours!"

"Really? I wish I could give these Spaniards a taste of this unforgettable taste. ”

Drake's words were low and hopeful.

By one o'clock in the evening, several small boats had arrived at the port of Calais, and in front of them were a dense mass of guard ships, which were patrolling 24 hours a day, and there was no flaw in them.

Drake and the ship stayed more than a thousand meters away from the place where the Spanish trimmed anchor, extinguishing all the lights, as if to merge with the sea.

If there are not a slight waves, no one can find them.

Looking at the sentry post in front of him, Drake felt that his heart was beating fast, and it was extremely close to them, especially the figure of the Spanish watchtower erected in the port, and the faint light of the fire was enough to hold their breath.

Tonight, the west wind was very strong, and the waves were very strong, which made the boats of Drake and the others docked around keep shaking, and they felt extremely uneasy and nervous.

The shaking of the boat beneath his feet, and the disturbance of Drake's thoughts, made his mind clearer and clearer.

"There's a place for the Spaniards ahead, everybody!"

Drake stared at the brightly lit area ahead, where huge ships could easily crush the ships he stood on without the slightest loss.

"Before you come, you already know what you need to do!" Drake squinted his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

Then waiting for him were all affirmative glances.

"Sail up and get ready!" Drake commanded softly.

Immediately, by the great westerly wind. The waves were already churning, and the two small boats moved forward quickly, without the help of any manpower.

Then, when it was less than eight hundred meters from the Western Army, the watchtower men had already spotted it, and the guard ship was also deeply suspicious, and suddenly, a vigorous fire broke out on the ship.

Several figures broke away from the ship and jumped onto the escape ship that had been prepared for a long time.

The fiery and dazzling sailing ship, with the help of the west wind and waves, quickly approached the Spanish navy that was intensively repaired.

Two flaming ships approached quickly, trying to turn the huge trimming area into the heat of day.

At this moment, the pre-arranged garrison came in handy, and before the order of the commander of the navy, Sidoni, could be heard, the guard ship, with all its strength, hooked the two fireships and removed them from the intended course.

At this time, while the garrison was cheering to stifle the danger, suddenly, six more fireboats, taking advantage of the wind and waves, suddenly rushed into the gathering area without warning, and the strength of the garrison was already missing.

"Quick, let all the ships cut the anchor and set sail!" Commander Sidoni looked at the naval harbor that was already in danger, and he personally gave such an order.

It was the only right choice he could have made under the circumstances.

Small three-masted clippers shuttled through the anchorage, and the commander's orders were quickly carried out. The operation of most of the ships showed that the seafaring capabilities of the Spanish seafarers were still commendable.

It's just that the six ships happened too suddenly in the dark, and it caused a mess of the huge naval fleet.

This panic did not last long, and a few hours later, only two ships of the entire Spanish Navy collided in the dark, resulting in damage to the tail rudder of the galleys "San Lorenzo", which had to be rowed slowly using oars (without the assistance of the tail rudder it was impossible to sail in the wind).

Around the ship San Lorenzo, which was stranded on the coast of Calais, James's detachment (and then 1/2 of the British fleet) were all drawn to it.

On the flagship of the galleys, the two sides engaged in a fierce white-knuckle battle, and in the melee, the ship was occupied by the British.

Tossed all night until dawn the next day, all the Spaniards faced off against the Anglo-Portuguese forces with panda eyes.

Although the fireship time did not do much damage, it did an important psychological blow to the Spaniards.

It's just that Drake's mood is a little lost, but the results later cheer him up.

The two fleets approached 1.5 kilometers again. Soon, the wind on the sea stopped again, and the two sides confronted each other.

In this way, after 10 days of thrilling naval battles, far from home, and a series of accidents, the morale of the Armada began to crumble, and some ships began to have the intention of leaving the ranks to surrender to the British or fleeing without permission.

Sidoni had to arrest several captains to follow suit, one of whom was hanged a few hours later from the end of the mast.

In the following days, the Anglo-Portuguese forces launched a fierce attack on the weak "San Lorenzo", and the battle was fruitful for a while.

More than three ships of 500 tons were damaged, two were incapacitated, and countless others were shelled.

For the first time, the Anglo-Portuguese coalition, which was so strong and unusual, gave the Spaniards a bitter taste.

After more than ten days of confrontation, the state of the Spaniards became worse and worse, and the fighting spirit was also declining rapidly, which was beyond Sidoni's cognition.

"Guys, everyone should firmly believe that our Spanish navy is invincible, and fear should not exist in our minds!"