On this day, the southwesterly wind blew on the sea, and the Spanish navy, whose morale was on the verge of collapse, could only retreat into the port of Calais with the help of the priest in prayer.

Although only a dozen Spanish ships were sunk, the morale of the Anglo-Portuguese forces was high and positive.

Not afraid of the gigantic Spanish warships, they swaggered past the port of Calais and beat their drums defiantly.

The Spanish Navy, whose morale had dropped to freezing point, looked at the English Navy in shame and shouted angrily, but did not have the courage to go out to fight.

On land, although Spain occupies the port of Calais, Calais is the only English stronghold in mainland France, and it has been operating for hundreds of years, which can be described as impregnable.

For a while, it was occupied without noticing, but the resistance in the city intensified, and the strong Spanish army did not dare to easily carry out brutal suppression, so it could only barely control the situation.

When Governor Alexandria learned of the occupation of Calais, he immediately abandoned the trembling Spanish servant army in the southern Netherlands, as well as the cautious Hungarian cavalry, withdrew all his troops from the South Netherlands, and marched with all his might towards the port of Calais.

The Doge understood that this huge Spanish fleet was the only force that could inflict damage on the homeland, and that they could not be allowed to succeed, and that the Netherlands was nothing less than one-ten-thousandth of England.

Therefore, the abandonment of the Netherlands and the destruction of the Armada became the main aspect.

At this time, Commander Sidoni was no longer the confident Spanish naval commander he used to be, although there was no grievances and troubles written on his face, but the whole face was as flat as an iron plate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, everyone can see the current situation, this battle, it's not that the British army is too strong, it's not that we are too weak, but it's the damn weather, and the bad environment!"

Sitting in the bright and beautiful main seat of the conference room, Sidoni had a confident expression on his face, and resolutely and decisively threw the pot to the weather.

"So, this time, let's continue to discuss the battle plan!" By the end, his voice dragged on a long tail note with a slight flutter.

Sitting in his chair, Sidoni felt that he had no desire to speak, and he said it so clearly that he wanted to give the choice to his subordinates.

None of them are fools, and in this moment of discouragement, retreat has become the only option, and they definitely have no desire to be loyal to the country and His Majesty.

"Lord Commander, although the strength of our army has not been damaged, the morale of tens of thousands of sailors has plummeted, if it continues, the consequences are unpredictable, and it is really not suitable to fight!"

Hugo, the commander of the medium-sized sailing fleet, stood up, spoke softly, and then faced the many commanders.

"For today's plan, retreat has become the only option, everyone think carefully!"

"Most of the soldiers have lost the desire to fight, because we have been away from our homeland for three months—"

Three months of sea sailing, Sister E's weather, long-term hard work, and leaving their hometown to fight in other places made the Spanish soldiers no longer have a battle plan!

Hugo's words fell, and the other commanders also spoke, unable to retreat and fight.

The people sitting here are all aristocrats, and the necessary etiquette is also there, and everyone is reluctant to turn their faces, so this discussion is not intense.

Half an hour later, all the people agreed - to retreat.

Commander Sidoni, who was watching from the sidelines, was naturally clear in his heart, and the people in front of him were thinking about retreating from the beginning, and the so-called argument was just acting.

"I heard that the drama in England is very popular, these people should really be actors!"

With righteous words of contempt in his heart, Sidoni put on a helpless expression on his face and sighed:

"In that case, let's retreat!"

Subsequently, the ships of the entire port began to prepare and began preparations for evacuation.

Sidony, of course, finally announced to all the sailors that if the wind changed, they would continue to fight the British; If it doesn't change, you can only evacuate.

Why? Because most of the Armada were wooden oarboats, the slaves who drove them were several thousand, and the sailing ships were very few.

The change in the direction of the wind is advantageous for the battle, and the retreat is even more beneficial.

If you go back the way you came, drive against the wind and wait to die!

Due to the direction of the wind, the fleet had to go deep into the North Sea, detour to the northern tip of the British Island, cross the Shetland Islands into the Atlantic, and then return to A Coruña in Spain along the coast of Ireland.

Throughout the day, the fleet was preparing for the long journey home, and the ships were redistributed with bread, fresh water, and other supplies.

Everyone has this idea in their hearts: the mare is here, are you afraid that there will be no foals?

The commanders of the nine fleets were optimistic that they would make it around the British Isles and reach Spain without any problems, preserving their strength.

James, who learned of this, had mixed feelings for a while.

The retreat of Spain instantly loosened the ties of England, which was in danger of destroying the country, and I am afraid that the next time it will be a few years later.

But the Spanish still had a few thousand troops on board, and if they landed, they would do a serious disservice to the calm environment of the United Kingdom.

As for Spain, which took the opportunity to destroy the Spaniards in one fell swoop and returned home with high morale, the Anglo-Portuguese coalition could not afford to provoke it.

Homecoming, the word, gave the Spanish Navy endless combat effectiveness.

So, James took the fleet, replenished the water and food, and began to silently follow behind the Invincible Armada, vigilant for the Spaniards to land in the Scottish region.

Sidoni looked at the big tail that was silently following behind him, and dismissed.

If it weren't for the eagerness to return home, this group of English would have been fed to fish a long time ago.

In this way, maintaining a tight formation and moving at a constant speed with the wind, the Spaniards, accompanied by the English fleet, walked all the way through Foxgow Bay in Scotland, and the huge English fleet chose to evacuate.

"Your Excellency, why are the English just chasing here?"

Seeing the long tail behind him stagnate, the first mate, who had not walked this route, was in trepidation, and he asked the commander His Excellency Hugo uneasily.

"Hmph-" Hugo glanced at the English fleet behind him, and said with some anger and helplessness:

"This Forth Bay is a densely populated place in the north of the Scots, and beyond that, there are some desolate highlands, and desert islands that are not worth mentioning."

"If we land there, it will be no less than sending us to death, and the desolate plateau will be swallowed up by us, so it is better to fight England!"

"So, England don't worry, let's move on—"

The mighty Spanish Navy, because of the temptation to go home, rode the wind and waves, and accelerated forward this, where did it matter whether the oarsman lived or died.

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