Soon, the representatives sent by the ships blocked in the port of Manila surrounded Lin Ruiquan and the "Grayback Falcon" helicopter numbered S1 in the center of the circle of people, whether they seized the opportunity to "fish" some Chinese people on their own ships, they all wanted to know what the Royal Navy of the Great Song Dynasty would do with their ships that were blocked in the dock with the Spanish fleet.

"Those ships that have Chinese employees or carry Chinese passengers, please come here with your guarantor to line up!" After seeing that everyone had gathered, Lin Ruiquan stood on a simple platform made of wooden boxes.

Obviously, the guarantors in Lin Ruiquan's mouth can only be those yellow-skinned and black-haired Chinese. And those who claim to have Chinese passengers or employees on board must bring a Chinese to vouch for what they say.

After the guarantor signed and drawn, the guaranteed ships could get a small note from Lin Ruiquan's hand, on which there was a set of flags that seemed to be of no real significance, and the sequence number of their own departure.

The delegates who received the note were told that the sequence of flags on each note was unique and that the vessel receiving the note was required to fly the flag and leave the port of Manila at 10-minute intervals at the specified time, following the sequence of numbers on the note.

"Ships that do not fly the flag according to the regulations, leave the port in the prescribed order, or sail at excessive speed in the specified waters will be shelled by the Royal Navy of the Great Song Dynasty, please cherish your lives!" Lin Ruiquan took the handheld megaphone and shouted to the representatives who got the note.

Although the people of the Great Song Dynasty had such and such strict rules, there was finally a way to leave Manila safely, and the people who got the note were finally relieved.

Then Lin Ruiquan issued notes to those ships that could prove that they were American, which is easy to understand, Manila's geographical location in the South Pacific waters belongs to the scope of the mutual defense treaty signed by the United States and Song.

For the remaining ships that did not get the note, Lin Ruiquan dropped a cold "waiting for notice", and then boarded the S1 to return to the "Sea Giant".

Waiting for notification? Yang Guang has a follow-up notice in his mind, he just wants to drag it and wait until the "Sea Giant" turns to Hong Kong, these ships without Chinese people can go wherever they like, who has the leisure to care about them!?

In fact, the so-called only flag order on the note was also made up by some kind of rough embryo, and the ships that crossed the crowd just didn't want to crowd into the harbor poured out.

The Dreadnought 2-class destroyer is certainly not afraid of the coal-burning ships, and even if they are mixed with suicide ships full of explosives, it can easily speed up to avoid suicide attacks after foreseeing danger.

But the "Sea Giant" is the same, not to mention that its own speed is about the same as that of ships of this era, and the cargo is completely out of the control of the traverser, and it will not anchor at all until the time point set by the "director team"!

"Your Excellency, the Great Song people have the ships carrying the Chinese people to hoist the flags in a special arrangement and leave the port in turn within the specified time." The Spaniards also sent people to the vicinity of S1 to inquire about the news.

"Shall we stop those ships from leaving the docks?" The adjutant of the fleet continued.

When the shore defense battery was blown up by the Great Song people, and there was not even a single Spanish soldier on the shore, the adjutant could no longer think of any other way to deal with the huge ship as huge as the "Sea Giant" except to hide in the civilian ships to avoid the blow.

The commander of the Spanish fleet, who was still wearing a wig even in the tropics, shook his head bitterly, knowing that without the help of the shore defense guns, the ships in his fleet that were not even comparable to other river ships would be doomed.

"Why don't we rush out with those civilian steamers, and we can drive all the ships out of the docks together!" The adjutant made another suggestion.

"No, it's useless, the Great Song people are prepared, and it doesn't make any sense for us to do this except to increase civilian casualties a little." The commander knew very well that even if they left the port of Manila, their small wrecked ships would not be able to escape the pursuit from the Great Song Navy.

"It's time to end, we've been abandoned, accept reality, my dear lieutenant!" The commander said helplessly.

Soon the first steamer flying the flag of the meaningless order sailed out of the port of Manila at the appointed time, and ten minutes later the second ship slowly sailed out along the course of the former at the prescribed speed. The S2 Greyback Helicopter had been circling around them, as if to "check" that the order in which the flags were flown was consistent with the order in which they departed.

"Wow! There's a show on the docks! The co-pilot of S2 suddenly shouted over the radio.

"What's wrong? Was it a suicide attack? Report the situation, are you a little bit more professional? Yang Guang said anxiously.

"Well, it's true that there was a large-scale suicide plot, but I'm afraid it wasn't an attack, the Spaniards should be committing suicide, wow, sink! It's sunk! The co-pilot of the S2 shouted.

Isolated and hopeless, the Spaniards made the same decision as the fleet they had stopped in the port of Toulon after the surrender of the French in World War II.

"Huh? Self-sinking? Why? We didn't do anything, did we? Yang Guang said.

"yes, we didn't do anything but blow up their shore defense batteries and kill some of the top members of the colonial administration, including the governor, why did they sink their own warships?" The co-pilot of the S2 quipped.

"No, I wonder if this is not a bitter trick, you keep an eye on it, but don't let your guard down and send one or two suicide boats to Lao Tzu!" Yang Guang admonished.

It was not until the last steamer to get the note left the sea area, and no ship in the direction of Manila dared to violate the regulations of the Royal Navy of the Great Song Dynasty, and the rough embryos operating the 130 guns stared at the air in a stupid way.

The ships that were allowed to leave were gone, and the Spaniards were busy wrecking themselves in the harbor, who would risk shelling to leave the port of Manila at this time?

"This is S2, all the ships that have been allowed to leave have left the port, and the remaining ships have not moved. Well, it seems that Spain is just judging itself in a way that thinks it is decent. The co-pilot of S2 reported.

"Well, since there is no near-zero threat from that broken fleet, let's start preparing to recover the wreckage of the Ka-27, and I wonder how many pieces of helicopters the Spaniards have taken with us?" Yang Guang said.

After the .s team and the crossers who collectively watched the 57th edited version of "Battlefield Reality Show", the rough embryo finally understood that the task of using mobile phones to do multiple-choice questions was most likely an emergency measure arranged by the "director team". After all, the operation of smashing the plane in the face of turbulence, the "director team" is afraid that it will be a little caught off guard.

Although it is unknown how the "director's team" arranged the plot of this part of Manila, the current time-traveling crowd has no interest in this place and everything that happened here, except for retrieving the fallen Ka-27, including the fleet that is committing suicide and the natives and Spaniards fighting each other on the shore.

"Hey! Is it a green paint zone? We had just been teleported...... "The team responsible for disassembling Ka-27 had just washed into the beach when a very irregular call came from the radio.

"This is Task Force 38 in the Green Paint Zone, please identify yourself."

"We ....."

Bang!

"I'll go, it's a real gun!"

A gunshot rang out on the other side of the radio and a nonsensical conversation.