I don't know how long it took, the dying Murong Tao gasped and lay on the edge of the whitened abdomen of the huge shark corpse, the originally smooth fish belly was now full of hideousness, and half-exposed flying knives could be seen everywhere. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info If you attract another shark at this time, you really don't have any chance of winning.

Murong Tao tried several times to lie on the belly of the fish, but he was unsuccessful, so he had to grab the belt that was stuck by the shark's sharp teeth with one hand, and grab the handle of the flying knife that was pierced in the center with the other, drifting with the current.

After soaking in the water for a long time, the grip on his hands became weaker and weaker, so he had to tie one end of the belt to one of his shoulders while he still had some strength left, and fixed himself on the fish corpse, finally freeing up his hands.

After a long time, he felt that his vision was a little blurry, and drowsiness continued to invade his willpower, and finally, he closed his eyes, and was dragged by the huge fish corpse, moving in an unknown direction.

When René sailed the Spanish galleon to St. Peter's Harbour in Guernsey, he had already been spotted by a patrol ship of the Royal Navy's Seventh Fleet patrolling nearby, and the flag-bearer on board waved the flag at René several times, signaling them to report their identity in the language before they could be allowed to enter the territory of Guernsey.

"It's just a medium-sized Kirk-class battleship, give me a bang for it!" René's words made the black slaves who lined up side by side behind the canvas nervous, and under the explanation of the three black guards, they stood hand in hand with each other and on their knees, as if they were walls built out of flesh.

The patrol ship saw that René did not pay any attention to it, and symbolically fired a cannon at the Spanish galleon, which had a short range, and only made a splash far away from the side of the Spanish galleon on the left side of the ship.

The Kirk ship was smashed to pieces by the Spanish galleon, and dozens of panicked sailors on board fell into the sea with a puff, and then were shot by dozens of hunters with bows and arrows such as Boboca, all of whom were spared.

The lookout on the watchtower in St. Peter's Harbor had already seen this scene, and suddenly, the alarm bell rang in the entire St. Peter's Harbor, and a large number of people belonging to the Royal Navy of England poured out from all around the harbor, and under the command of various captains, began to land their ships.

However, at this time, René had already turned the bow of the ship, and aimed the loaded cannons on the right side at the battleships docked on the pier, and the continuous shelling sound of "puff puff puff" was accompanied by thick smoke, and dozens of shells were catalyzed by gunpowder and fired at the dense group of battleships on the pier of Port St. Peter, and the battleships inside were still waiting for the battleships on the periphery to move their positions, and they were hit by these guns that had no intention to speak, and there were explosions and the miserable howls of sailors everywhere.

The Seventh Fleet of the Royal Navy of England was completely stunned, and they had never thought of any daring pirate in this area who would dare to attack the port single-handedly from the time they received the order to garrison it. Because the construction of St. Peter's Port is imminent, the stock of the wharf is very small, almost crowded with the warships of the Seventh Fleet, and it is also very troublesome to dispatch in peacetime, but now so many warships are crowded together, but no one is left behind, there are no sailors on the ships on the periphery, and the battleships inside cannot get out, and the whole St. Peter's Port is a mess for a while.

If René hadn't transferred most of the shells and gunpowder to the slave ship in the first place, he wouldn't have retreated at this moment! When the last shell was fired, under the angry gaze of many officers and soldiers of the Royal Seventh Fleet of England, the damned Spanish galleon suddenly turned its bow and retreated in this obvious situation where the enemy was strong and I was weak!

At this moment, the docks of Port St. Peter are full of stumps and broken arms, there are burning battleships everywhere, a large number of dead bodies and sailors who are constantly calling for help floating in the sea, this sneak attack, the Royal Seventh Fleet of England was defeated!

René deliberately retreated west of the English Channel under the pretense of having a Spanish flag on it, but in fact he made a big circle and then diverted to Port Saint-Malo. Along the way, they also encountered some Spanish merchant ships, some of which were escorted by Spanish frigates, and when the other party saw their companions passing by, the flag bearer would express his kindness. But René had the Spanish-speaking sailor stand on the bow of the ship, waving a small flag, telling the "Spaniards" that the waters around Guernsey, where there were a large number of English pirates, were unsafe, and repeating "Laspilatas!" to the Spanish sailors. Las Pilatas! ”

At first, the Spanish fleet and caravan were unimpressed, but as they approached Guernsey and saw a large number of warships approaching them, they began to regret it, and directed the ships to retreat while preparing to bring back the presence of a large number of English pirates in Guernsey.

As for the three captured Spanish officers, three hours before Murong Tao drove the slave ship into the frigate on the left, they had already been tied up and placed on a small sampan, and they were still left to fend for themselves, and it was estimated that they had been rescued by caravans from other countries passing by at this time.

René's main purpose was to make a detour to the port of Saint-Malo and exchange the second-hand Spanish galleon for a few fast enough Dutch merchant ships. However, a large number of "Spanish compatriots" had set foot on the port of Saint-Malo, and his plans were only beneficial and not harmful.

The port of Saint-Malo has a complete shore artillery installation, and if these angry Royal Seventh Fleet of England dares to attack, it will inevitably be attacked from many sides.

Early the next morning, René's Spanish galleon appeared on the pier in Porto Saint-Malo, and after a few conversations with the owner of the shipyard nearby, the second-hand Spanish galleon was taken over by the "amiable" owner, who obtained three Caravelle-class merchant ships, each capable of carrying about 120 people.

After leaving the shipyard and settling the black slaves on three Caravelle-class merchant ships, René had the sailors supply the dockmaster with enough supplies to reach the port of Cherbourg, and as he was about to leave, several ships and merchant ships flying the Spanish flag entered the dock scarred.

It was evident that they had suffered a great catastrophe, for a medium-sized Spanish galleon was almost wrecked, two of its three masts were broken, and it was dragged into the harbor by other ships, and there were two openings on the port side of the large Spanish galleon, which were caused by the continuous greeting of the cannons.

"I remember you, you were the brother who warned us!" A captain limping off a large Spanish sailing ship grabbed the sailor's shoulder in excitement and said, "We shouldn't have been indifferent to your warnings in the first place!" Damn English pirates, we're not going to stop there! ”

The sailor was also an old oilman, and there was no need for René to explain, but there was a conversation with the captain without a word, and the two seemed to be very speculative, and when the captain said that he was excited, he took the initiative to invite the sailor to join his fleet, but the sailor politely refused.

"Where's that Spanish galleon of yours?" The captain glanced at the Caravel ships docked beside the sailor and asked, "Have you also been attacked by English pirates?" Is this your new owner? There is no future with these caravans, so it's better to join the navy! ”

The sailor confessed that his ship had been attacked by pirates shortly after he had warned him, and although he had finally broken through the encirclement, there were no more people left on board, and the captain had asked him the same question, but he had a baby waiting to be fed at home, and a blind mother, so it was better to find a stable job.

The captain was relieved, and although he regretted the sailor's reluctance to join him, he said that he would bring the pirate attack back home as soon as possible, and he also mentioned that he had rescued three naval officers who were also part of the Royal Spanish Navy during the retreat, but the three were still resting on the ship.

As soon as the sailor heard of the plight of the three men, he immediately remembered the three unfortunate men, and hurriedly said that his new employer had begun to urge him to get on the ship, and to meet again when he had time, and so on, and then he flew aboard the nearest Caravel ship, and René gave him a very subtle thumbs up.

Rumors of a large number of English pirates in the waters off Guernsey spread as more Spanish caravans entered the port of Saint-Malo, and carrier pigeons flew out of several taverns in Saint-Malo and headed southwest. However, René and others, who had changed their faces, had begun to make a detour along the coast of England towards the port of Cherbourg.

When Murong Tao, who was unconscious, woke up, he found that he was already lying on the wooden bed, and the furnishings in the room were the same as when he first came to this world.

Could it be that I have crossed over again? Starting over?

Stretched out his hand and touched the Star of Saint Noah in his pocket, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his pocket was empty, where was the shadow of the Star of Saint Noah.

"You finally woke up, I thought you were going to be in a coma for a long time." A rough voice came from his ears, Murong Tao turned his head with wide eyes, and saw a well-dressed middle-aged man standing on the side of his bed, looking at him curiously, and the middle-aged man was holding the string of Saint Noah stars in the palm of his right hand.