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"It's a boring day!" Colonel Charles lay bored on the deck, opened his eyes slightly, looked at the clear blue sky, and muttered softly.

"Do you still say that you catch some pirates, there are pirates, not even a bird, how many boats go out to fish?"

Charles's body suddenly bounced up, looked at the undulating sea, and shouted loudly, there was indescribable depression in it.

The sailors on the side watched their boss shout nervously, silently saying nothing to each other.

"Ou~Ou~Ou~" A white seagull spread its wings, and screamed a few times, showing its presence, and directly slapped Colonel Charles in the face.

This made the bronzed-skinned Mr. Colonel, whose face turned red with anger, widened his eyes, and he bit his lip urgently as he looked at the seagulls that were gradually approaching him.

Everyone knows that their boss is already angry.

At this moment, the seagull dropped a white bomb with unmistakable accuracy about ten feet above Charles's head.

So, what appeared in front of everyone's eyes was such an image: Colonel Charles, with bronzed skin, looking up at the sky, with a lump of white on his short flaxen hair, looking slippery, soft, and very intimate.

"Damn, I'm pissed off! I'm! Colonel Charles was stunned for a moment, then from his face to his neck, it turned black and red, and if he looked closely, he could see faint green veins.

Colonel Charles desperately drew his sword from the ground and slashed indiscriminately into the air above him.

"I'm going to kill you, kill you! You trash, trash! ”

The words of His Excellency the Colonel were heard word by word, and the faces of the sailors changed unpredictably for a moment.

Although nominally Colonel Charles scolded the seagull, everyone knew in their hearts that Mr. Colonel was scolding Colonel James, the baron who was knighted and later became the commander of the British Channel Fleet.

After the English Navy was established by Henry VIII, the Navy Bureau was established to presidency everything, armaments, docks, finances.

Then, the navy had three fleets under its command.

One is active in the Hofton Sea and the North Sea, based in Yarmouth; One controls the English Channel, with a base in Portsmouth; One group established the Irish Sea and controlled the entire sea area of the island of Ireland.

Colonel Charles, on the other hand, was knighted and only commander of the Irish fleet, which was incomparable to the vital Channel Fleet.

Under normal circumstances, the English Channel is the boss of the three fleets, and it is customary to command them.

And today, our dignified commander of the Irish fleet, who was asked by Colonel James, to patrol the Irish Channel and search for pirates.

To this day, Charles still remembers the moment they met, the face of Colonel James.

It was a smirk, a hypocrisy, a hypocrisy, even a shameful expression, begging to go on patrol, and with a look of England and His Majesty the King in his words.

Wielding the saber in his hand, Colonel Charles became more and more angry, and felt that his lungs were about to explode.

"Kill you, hypocrite, kill you, shameful one, kill you! Hack you to death......"

Colonel Charles's voice grew louder and louder, shouting and fighting without hesitation.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Commander!" At this time, Mr. Colonel, who was a little unconscious, suddenly heard a voice in his ears.

He gradually stopped, shook his head, and staggered.

The first mate, who was calling from the side, hurriedly ran over and helped Mr. Colonel, who was falling down, so that he could barely stand.

"What's the matter?" Charles felt a little dizzy in his head, and his arms were sore.

He opened his eyes, looked at the first mate who was supporting him, and asked.

"Your Excellency, there seem to be several of our English merchant ships ahead, being chased by a group of Portuguese merchant ships, what do you say should be done?"

The first mate frowned, glanced at Colonel Charles, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

"What, I didn't expect that there are really people who are not afraid of death and offend my territory, it is really Satan possessed, the devil is in the world!"

Colonel Charles pushed away the first mate who was supporting him, squinted his eyes, looked at the few black dots that were getting closer and closer in front of him, and shouted loudly.

"Guys, all take your seats and head to the left!"

As Colonel Charles shouted, the "Henry VII" under his feet immediately started, and the five or six warships of three or four hundred tons around heard the sound from the flagship, and also began to turn the rudder and sail to the left front.

"Your Excellency, look, it looks like our England Navy is ahead!"

Hawkins looked at the monoculars with a serious face, looking at the five merchant ships chasing after him, and regretted it in his heart.

Who knows, after they robbed a merchant ship that looked like a lonely shadow, and after less than half an hour, before they could get all the things, five merchant ships of about 100 tons of size popped up, as if they had killed their sons, and they were bombarded with a burst of shelling.

After that, Hawkins and the others hurriedly fled for their lives, and the speed was almost to the limit, but the damned Portuguese still chased after them, looking like they would not reach their goal and would not give up, which gave Hawkins a headache.

What made his heart ache even more was that his main ship, the Samonch, was hit twice by a cannon egg, and a large hole was broken in the side and deck.

"What? The fleet of England! Hawkins immediately had surprise on his face, and he immediately turned his head to look over.

Sure enough, six battleships flying the English flag sailed in front of him on his right, and he was saved.

"We're safe, safe!" Hawkins said excitedly, "Tell everyone, go faster, we'll be saved!" ”

As the notice spread, several ships ran faster, and the distance to the English Navy was getting closer and closer, and the figures on board could be seen.

"Outflank the past and surround me with that group of Portugal!"

Colonel Charles didn't even look at Hawkins and the others, and then commanded his fleet and surrounded six Portuguese merchant ships.

"Your Excellency, the other side is explaining, saying that they are chasing pirates, and those three ships are all pirate ships!"

The sailor on the side suddenly walked over and said to Charles.

"Tell them, I didn't see it, I only saw six Portuguese pirate ships chasing three English merchant ships, as the English navy, it is obligatory to fight pirates!"

Charles sneered, looking at the six Portuguese merchant ships with a relatively deep draft, and his eyes were glowing green.

He ate this batch of fat sheep.

After this wave, the food of their Irish fleet will definitely improve a lot, and they will still have a few gold coins left in their pockets.