In the early morning, in the Strait of Malacca, hard-working Chinese fishermen have appeared sporadically on the surface of the sea to start fishing, although their harvest will be exploited by those red-haired ghosts and locals, but in order to maintain the livelihood of their families, they are still diligent and busy.

Today, however, was different from usual, and while they were at work, there was a rumbling echo in the misty strait.

"Abba, what's that sound?" The young fisherman straightened up and asked curiously.

The old man's ears were a little back, and he waited for a while before he heard his son's question, but as soon as he heard this voice, the old man's face changed greatly.

"Let's go, row in both directions!" As he spoke, the old man dropped his net and lifted the oars.

The young fisherman was startled, and hurriedly took up his oars and rowed the boat to the side with his father, and around them, there were several fishing boats with old men rowing to the shore like them, and when it was almost safe, he looked around blankly and asked, "Abba, what is going on?" ”

"The fleet of red-haired ghosts."

"Huh?"

Before he could speak, a huge fleet emerged from the mist, large and small ships covered the water, and the white sails were like a white cloud, which could not be seen at any time, and the young fisherman could not help but admire.

"Abba, what a huge fleet, these should be British ships, they really deserve to be the British Empire."

"Hmph, what kind of bullshit British Empire, the red-haired ghost is the red-haired ghost, this is holding back the bad and bullying people."

Hearing his father's words, the young man was a little angry, "Abba, what the hell, what the hell, people are people, they are British gentlemen, and compared with those Nanyang monkeys, there is nothing bad about being ruled by them." ”

"Hmph, you know a fart, who do you think are the people behind those monkeys, when there are no red-haired ghosts, those monkeys are honest." Dad snorted coldly, squinted at the first few ships at the beginning of the fleet, he recognized it well-informed, it was the third-class battleship of the red-haired ghost, the whole ship can be loaded with fifty or sixty cannons, it is simply invincible on the Asian side, this time the red-haired ghost sent ten ships at a time, it should be all the belongings of the East India Company in Asia.

"Abba, who are the British going to fight, they sent five third-class battleships to fight the big pirate Howling Wind last time."

"This time, I'm afraid I'm going to beat Mrs. Qing."

"Mrs. Qing? Their fleet is just a few more small ships than Howling Wind, and the British dispatched such a large fleet, which is not easy to capture, this time it is good, there are fewer pirates, and our life can be better. Thinking of this, the young fisherman said beautifully.

"Hmph, really, the wolf is gone, what's the use of the dog? Now those red-haired ghosts and monkeys are still afraid that we are the inside line of pirates, so they don't dare to be too arrogant, if the pirates are gone, do you think they will still be so polite as now? ”

"No, the British are the most polite."

.... Dad looked at this unlucky child, and didn't blame him, he had never lived in the country of etiquette, and how did he know what etiquette was.

However, reality immediately helped Dad educate the child once, just when the young fishermen who did not deliberately avoid it were waving at the fleet, several fast cruisers rushed out of the fleet, and without hesitation, they ran over them with their huge hulls.

"Let's go! Paddle the boat to shore! ”

"Abba, what are they doing..."

"Clean up the spies."

"Spies, these are all fishing with us every day."

"Hehe, do you think the red-haired ghosts will inquire one by one, don't say that this is going to war, that is, they hit a fishing boat on weekdays, have they ever lost a penny?"

“... Then, it was better for Mrs. Qing to win. ”

"Hey, this time, I'm afraid it's difficult."

......

A huge fleet of nearly 80 ships passed through the Strait of Malacca and headed east, in addition to ten third-class battleships, ten cruisers and twenty armed merchant ships, and the rest were supply ships, which was the foundation of the East India Company.

At the head of the fleet was their flagship, the Captain Royal, a 3rd class battleship, whose sheer size kept it steady on the sea, and on the deck behind the rudder, a decent man in a long curly wig was sitting at the tea table savoring his afternoon tea.

"Sir Walder, we have sailed out of the Straits of Malacca." A tall man in a red military uniform came to the tea table and stood up to report.

"Oh, Captain Vincent, that's great news, that fog is making my rheumatism attack, how long will it be before we get to our destination?"

"It's going to take at least a week."

"Oh, it's going to be that long, so would you mind sitting down with me for afternoon tea?"

"It is my pleasure, Sir General." Captain Vincent bowed his head and sat down.

"Mr. Captain, I have never experienced a naval battle before, and in your experience, what is the probability of our side winning this battle?"

"Sir Sir, with all due respect, the largest of these pirates' warships is only armed merchant ships, and they have lost more than they have won on our cruisers, and it is simply a fool's dream to fight against the battleships, not to mention that we have a total of ten battleships this time, to be honest, I think you are a little too careful, I think, at most, sending five battleships is enough to destroy the enemy."

"Oh, hehehe." Sir Walton pursed his lips and laughed, but unfortunately, this voice was disgusting with his old face with a thick foundation.

"Your Excellency, of course I know that it won't take so many warships to destroy those pirates, in fact, I think those twenty armed merchant ships will be enough to deal with those pirates."

"Then you..."

"The ultimate goal of this fleet is not just those pirates."

"Huh? I don't understand, besides them, is there anyone else who can threaten our shipping routes? ”

"You need to take a long-term view, in your eyes, there is only a small island and tens of thousands of pirates entrenched on the island, but in my eyes, what you see is an excellent deep-sea harbor. To have a port next to a country full of silk and porcelain would be no less than if we had taken India. ”

"But, isn't that the place of the Qing people?"

"So, do you think it's possible for our fleet to lease an island from them to dock for supplies, an island that has always belonged to pirates?"

"Your Excellency, with your wisdom, you deserve more rights and higher titles."

"Oh hehehe, you've won the prize, and I still need to work hard compared to Lord Beckett who won Davy Jones."

"Hmph, pirates are not to be trusted, and Lord Beckett will be planted in their hands sooner or later."

"Then I will lend you good words... Well, no, you can't say that, Lord Beckett is a good man. ”