It should be said that the Duke of Richmond looked at Isabel's battle plan from a middle ground. As Henry VIII's illegitimate son and Lord of the Admirals, he was tasked with defending his father's two Clark ships, which had invested a lot of money. However, he was reluctant to dismiss Isabel Walton's plan to his face.

Under the flickering light, Viscount Lyle's command cabin was unusually quiet. None of the three nobles, two men and one woman, spoke, and Viscount Lyle did not object to Lady Ripley's plan of land warfare, but he had his considerations. He believed that it would be difficult to guarantee the safe return of the two flagships to England if the shipboard sergeants used to conduct the broadside battles suffered too many casualties.

The Duke of Richmond, on the other hand, had a rare failure to take Isabel's advice, and was silently considering how to get rid of his bad image in Isabel's mind. Isabel, who took the initiative to propose a new land battle plan, put her mind entirely on land operations and the specific conflict between defending the two flagships.

It doesn't take much time to walk from the captured village to the town of Bavler, so Isabel still has plenty of time to consider changing her plans for her adventure. Raising his eyelids and looking at Viscount Lyle on the other side, he thought and said word by word: "Lord Lyle, I think, you can not attack the French army in Pavrel. But can you give the fleet victory over the French fleet in Pavrel? ”

Viscount Lyle glanced at the Duke of Richmond, who was standing at the top of the left, and then looked at Isabel again without speaking. As he looked at the sketches of the harbor on the table, he said, "There are a lot of reefs near the port of Bavler. I think they can only be defeated by driving the French fleet out of port. ”

Expel the French fleet from port and into the vast English Channel? Isabel felt that there was only one way to do this, and that was to cause panic in the minds of the French by burning them. This prompted the French to leave the harbor and enter the deep sea in order to protect their fleet from being burned.

Isabel considered several other possibilities, but the only way to burn them was more suitable. Thinking of this, he looked squarely at Viscount Lyle and said, "Your Excellency, if you want to get the French fleet out of the port, you can only use fire. ”

"Fire? Well, Your Excellency, how many men are you going to take with you to burn the French fleet? ”

"It takes about 50 people."

There were not enough landing troops to wipe out the French viable forces, and there were only a few hundred naval sergeants left to guard the two flagships. In the face of many constraints, Isabel felt that this battle would make her feel very unhappy. Then he looked at the Duke of Richmond, the deputy commander, "Your Highness, do you think the way to burn the fleet is okay?" ”

The distracted Duke of Richmond hurriedly focused his gaze on her face, blinked and said, "Uh, burn the fleet of the French?" Well, I think it can be adopted. ”

Seeing that the Duke of Richmond didn't seem to be paying attention to the war meeting, Isabel couldn't help but sigh in her heart. As for the fact that she only took 50 sergeants to set fire to the French fleet, she did not want to mention it at all. Finally, he looked at the fleet commander with a solemn face and said, "Your Excellency, I hope that God will protect me and 50 sergeants. ”

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After about half an hour of the meeting, Isabel eagerly sought out the captain of the flagship, and asked him to prepare enough discarded cloth, lard, or anything else that could be burned, such as animal fat, flint, etc. Soon, several sailors followed the captain's and her orders to find the required items. She then called Baldwin and several sailors to wrap lumps of animal fat in each piece of discarded cloth and make individual "Molotov cocktails" that could be ignited.

As Viscount Lyle and Duke of Richmond stood on the aft platform and watched Isabelle, who was directing the sailors, Viscount Lyle whispered, "Your Highness, do you know that the operation that Lady Ripley's upcoming operation to burn the fleet is a very dangerous operation?" ”

The Duke of Richmond glanced at the Viscount and nodded, "I know, it's just... It's nothing. ”

Viscount Lyle saw that the Duke had swallowed back his words, so he did not ask any further. Silently gazing at Isabel and the busy sailors on the open deck, he said, "Your Highness, if you fall in love with Lady Ripley, praise her and allow her to be your... Wife? ”

"Your Excellency, you are thinking too much. For now, let's prepare for the battle of attacking the French fleet. ”

"Yes, Your Highness. God will surely bless us over the French. ”

By 11 p.m., Isabel had the sailors load all the dozens of Molotov cocktails onto the ferry. As the two commanders rejected the plan to attack the French camp, Isabel had no choice but to tell Viscount Lyle, "Your Excellency, I need to have all the ferries go back with me to transfer the sergeants back to the two flagships." ”

Viscount Lyle looked at her and nodded, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, in order to guard the two flagships of His Majesty the King, I can only refuse your request. ”

Isabel smiled helplessly, "Your Excellency, it is indeed the case to serve His Majesty the King. ”

Soon, a large number of sailors followed Isabel's ship back to the occupied lighthouse coast in ferries. By 12 o'clock in the morning, Isabel was left with only 50 experienced sergeants and Baldwin and two of the Duke's guards. Fast looked at the large number of sergeants who had left the village, and said regretfully, "Your Excellency, I thought I could grab some more loot. Now, nothing can be brought back to England. ”

Isabel, who was standing in front of the village chapel, glanced at him and said, "Fast, it's just some loot." If you can't grab the French, you can also plunder the spoils of the Portuguese and the Spaniards. ”

After the departure of a large number of sergeants, Isabel and the remaining 52 men left the village of Gatville Lefal in full armor. Of course, in order to confuse the people in the village and prevent the farmers from knowing about their plans to burn them, they secretly transferred all the dozen or so hostages they had held to several houses in the lighthouse.

In the darkness of the night, more than 50 Englishmen armed and carrying torches marched south along the coastline. After traveling for about half an hour, the raiding team came to the coast northeast of the port of Pavrel. Isabel, who was on a horse, looked at the church in front of her right, which was faintly visible in the night, and said to Baldwin beside her, "Put out the torch and prepare to storm the church." ”