Without the tracking of the English fleet, the Spanish fleet continued to move forward in a tight formation, seemingly much freer.

"It seems that the Spaniards are going to flee, and we will return in vain this battle! It's going to be hard next time! ”

Charles, commander of the English Channel Fleet, sighed as he looked at the Spanish fleet that was drifting away.

The Spaniards, who have saved their strength, will certainly not let them have a good time next time.

"The weather in the north of Scotland isn't so good, huh-"

James stared straight ahead, folded his hands, and snorted coldly, full of disdain and unhappiness.

Failure to wipe out the Spaniards at one time will have endless troubles, and the joy of victory will not reach the perfect score.

Seeing this, Charles rolled his eyes, pursed his lips, and said comfortingly: "You are right, the weather in the north of Scotland is more capricious than a woman's temper, and the Spaniards must be uncomfortable!" ”

Now, everyone can only hope for God's blessing.

"Damn it! My God......"

"It's so windy—"

"I'm going home, Mom—"

Sure enough, after less than a day of driving, the speed of the weather change became more and more alarming.

There will be heavy rain, there will be strong winds, and even hail, and the high-latitude areas are so tormenting.

The sailors on deck, their eyes wide and full of terror, clinging to everything in front of them to ensure their own safety.

Because at this time, even the largest ships are shaking, and every moment, people are thrown down, and then in the icy waters, they continue to struggle, and finally inevitably die in the belly of the fish.

As the leader of the sailing fleet, Hugo looked blue and swollen at this time, and his wide placket was torn, without the elegance of a nobleman.

"Damn it, don't cry, unload the sails and paddle, my God!"

The wind accompanied by raindrops, constantly slapping everyone's bodies and faces, and the sailors could only wear wet clothes, wipe the rain from their faces, and forcibly unload the sails.

Hugo stayed on the rocking deck, and the wide cloak did not give him much warmth, but on the rocking ship, it was easier to be blown down, so he could only hold on to the side of the ship, and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

Seeing that several of the sails were unloaded and the ship's shaking was no longer so severe, Hugo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Excellency, it's not good—" The first mate did not give Hugo more time to buffer, but reported loudly in an anxious and frightened tone.

"What's wrong?" Hugo asked nervously, feeling that the next news would be even worse.

"We, we've gone off course!" The first mate's tone suddenly rose, and then instantly deepened.

"And how far are we from the fleet?"

The wind and rain overnight, as well as the sudden temperature of the fried sauce, made Hugo miserable, and now he realized that he had strayed from most of them!

This is no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which scorched him and scorched him, he deviated from the large army, there was only so much food and supplies, in this weather, didn't he wait for death?

"Conservative estimates, almost five hundred miles!"

"What? Five hundred miles overnight? You're kidding me, aren't you? This is not true! ”

His eyes widened and he stared hard at his first mate, and Hugo was full of disbelief.

Although it was estimated that yesterday's strong wind was very strong, Hugo could never have imagined that he would blow away more than 500 kilometers, so it didn't mean that he was about to arrive in Norway.

"Your Excellency, look, there's land ahead, there's land!"

Just as I was surprised, the sky had cleared, the foggy weather had vanished, and the sun began to appear in front of everyone's eyes.

Not far ahead, several small boats were moving, and there were many people on board, which looked like fishing boats.

"Quick, go over and have a look!" Hugo said impatiently.

Where could the fishermen withstand the interrogation of such a large ship, and in a few minutes Hugo already knew his location: Norway.

And Commander Sidoni and his party are still facing the continuous storm and moving forward with difficulty.

The storm caused the Spanish ship to drift on an unknown sea, and the crew could not determine the latitude, so they could only continue southward according to the instructions of the magnetic compass.

By July 3, only about sixty ships were left gathered around the flagship "St. Martin".

The rest were either blown away to Norway and other small islands, or to the North Sea, or to be buried in the belly of a fish, and to be the companion of the sea.

Of course, there are many ships still on the road, not far from the flagship.

Admiral Sidoni wrote in his diary that day:

"I pray that the merciful God will grant us a good weather to dock at, for the fleet is so poorly supplied that if God still refuses to forgive our sins, and allows us to continue to be delayed at sea, we will not be able to trust the fate of death."

With this thrilling weather, Commander Sidoni led his navy to the Irish Sea in the second week of July.

Since the wind direction changes every day, except for the more than 60 ships around the flagship "Saint-Martin", scattered ships follow behind, and can only dock to seek supplies.

"Look, there's a ship there!" A tall Celtic man with a bow and a dog was walking through the dense forest, when he suddenly saw a ship with the flag of another country approaching, and hundreds of people came down one after another.

They were soaking wet, their faces exhausted, and they fell to the ground, gulping for air.

"Hurry up and inform the Earl, just say that there is an invasion here!"

The tall Celt commanded softly, then stared at the group of sailors who seemed to have escaped from hell.

And the sailors, who breathed free air, laughed uncontrollably after getting rid of the torment of the weather, forgetting the danger.

In this way, in the entire western part of the island of Ireland, more than a dozen ships were captured one after another, and the sailors and soldiers approached three thousand men.

The naturalized Celts hurriedly transported the captives to Dublin and presented them to London as a gift to His Majesty.

So, with the end of the month-long Anglo-Spanish naval battle, His Majesty Edward, who was staying in London, received nearly 3,000 prisoners one after another, and I heard that the number was still rising.

"Your Majesty, what should we do with these captives?" When Prime Minister Anthony heard about the capture of 3,000 people, he felt very troubled, and he could not kill and kill, and he could not let go.

"They can't be let go, unless Philip II is willing to redeem them for a hundred pounds each!"

300,000 pounds, how can the Spanish government, which is on the verge of bankruptcy, come up with.

But you can't just leave it alone, it's not a waste of food.

Edward scratched his head, thoughtful.

"Let them be mercenaries! Isn't there a shortage of manpower in the New World? Let these thousands of people go to be mercenaries, and in five years, they will be free! ”

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