Pato was tied to the mast of the ship, and he was the only one left empty, and all of his men had been arrested. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His clothes were stripped off, and the howling sea breeze blew on him, making him shiver with cold, and his mouth was gagged and he made a whining sound.

Recalling the scene that happened yesterday, he still had palpitations, thinking that it was a battle that was nine out of ten, but he was defeated so devastated.

The Third Fleet under his command is also considered the elite of the Empire, and it is really surprising that there is no room to fight back.

He didn't even understand how he lost, the only thing he knew for sure was that he was deeply aware of the strength of the Far East Fleet.

Whether it is equipment or the hardware of the hull, the other side is far above the Imperial Navy, and these ships are simply ahead of them by more than an era.

What kind of shipwright is needed to build such a powerful warship? No, this is not a problem of the shipwright at all, but a problem of technology.

The evolution of technology is a long and gradual process, but what is presented to Pato at this time is simply the technology that is forcibly raised.

Just as he was annoyed by his greed for merit, another fleet approached in the distance, recognizing it as the First Fleet and the Second Fleet.

Pato's eyes widened and he shouted, though he also wanted to be rescued and return to Egret Harbor to continue his high-ranking military service.

But he clearly realized that the problem was not so simple, although he did not know what the gang had done, but he clearly saw a large number of soldiers constantly carrying on both sides of the harbor, as if they were burying something terrible, and he shouted loudly to warn them.

Even if he didn't know what the Far Eastern soldiers were carrying, even if he guessed with the soles of his feet, he should know that it was definitely not a good thing.

But he could do nothing but whine, and could only watch the fleet draw closer and closer to him, and the waves crashing against him.

The night was more tyrannical with the surging clouds mixed with lightning and thunder, and soon the fleet approached, and soldiers boarded the ship to relieve him.

"Are you alright, Lord Pato, how did the Third Fleet come to be like this? What about the other brothers? Why are you alone?"

The soldier asked as he untied him, and took out the ball of cloth that had been stuffed in Pato's mouth, and put on him another coat.

"Where's Commander Heather? Where is he? Tell him to retreat, it's a trap, retreat!" Pato grabbed the soldier and was incoherent with excitement.

He had already fallen into a trap, and the price of that trap was that the entire Third Fleet of thirty ships was completely surrounded, and all of them were taken prisoner.

This time the decoy brought in the First and Second Fleets, and it was obvious that the Far East had prepared an even bigger trap.

Pato, who has already experienced it once, has reason to believe that the Far Eastern Fleet has a great plan, and what they want is to inflict heavy damage on the entire East China Sea Fleet!

"Retreat, sir, what are you talking about? What trap are you talking about? The soldier scratched his head in confusion.

At this time, Magellan, who was on the deck of the First Fleet warship in the distance, looked at the surrounding coast, his expression was a little serious, and his eyes kept glancing.

"Such terrain, such an environment, and this feeling of unease, if there is only one existence, it can be said to be a coincidence, but there are two or three, it is not a coincidence, but someone deliberately planned, no, we must retreat, and something will happen sooner or later if it goes on like this!"

Magellan gritted his teeth and made a decision, even if he resisted the pressure of treason, it was better than facing the danger of total annihilation.

"Retreat, but we didn't receive an order from Commander Heather, so we can't retreat, if we force a retreat......"

The adjutant looked very embarrassed, and if he was considered a rebel, he could not afford to be charged.

"So the responsibility is on me alone, I am your direct superior, obey the order, retreat!" Magellan immediately decided.

At this time, the icy waves crashed against the deck, the thunder flashed, and the torch dinner on the various warships was like a fire dragon.

"In that case, then retreat...... Alas, what's going on, why are there so many iron locks on the sea?" the adjutant was about to deliver the order.

But at this time, many chains suddenly pulled up on the sea surface behind them, and these iron locks blocked the sea one after another.

"Look, there's a man on the coast, what are they doing there, shoot them with arrows, shoot them!" an officer shouted.

Immediately on the deck, there were archers aiming towards the shore, ready to shoot these sneaky people on the spot, and there was no need for magic cannons to deal with them.

But the soldiers on the shore quickly fell to the sides, as if they were trying to dodge something, and this posture did not look like they were dodging bows and arrows.

"Hey, what's that? There's a line of fire coming towards us? What's going on? No!"

Just as the archers were about to release their arrows, they suddenly saw more than a dozen lines of fire spreading like fire dragons in all directions.

Soon all the lines of fire converged on the central position, that is, the battleship where Pato of the Third Fleet was located, and a fireball suddenly rose from this center.

"Boom!" was accompanied by a roar that could almost deafen people's ears and make the sea rise in high waves.

The fireball spread rapidly towards the surroundings, and this fireball was just the beginning, and the successive roars caused a large number of ships to explode.

The blazing green flames lit up the entire sea as bright as day, and the screams and jumps were endless, but none of them could stop the devouring speed of life.

"What's going on? Is it the magician's great magic? It's terrible, no, run, I don't want to die here!"

"Damn, retreat quickly, or it's too late, why hasn't the ship moved, everyone has to die like this, is this a curse?"

"Sir, the sea is full of chains, it will take time to break the chains, the ship is blocked and can't get out, no, jump into the water and escape!"

The scene of the flames bursting was truly horrific, the ship was torn apart, the masts collapsed, and the battle flag hoisting high was engulfed in flames.

Desperate soldiers jumped into the water to escape, and the shockwaves from the explosion spread rapidly between the ships, all with despair on their faces.

What kind of demon could have issued such a vicious curse, and what could explain it all but magic?

The lives of thousands of Navy soldiers were rapidly dying, and even if many jumped into the water, blazing fire awaited them.

The young duke in the distance watched all this indifferently, he knew that from today onwards, the East China Sea Fleet of the Imperial Navy would no longer have the three formations of the First Fleet, the Second Fleet, and the Third Fleet.