Paul Lacas spit out a mouthful of blood, raised his right hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, and stood up holding the cabin wall. He gritted his teeth and looked at the British fleet in the distance, and vomited a mouthful of bloody saliva in hatred.

Karagunis's voice came from beside him: "Are you okay? Brother."

Paul Carras spitted out a bloody spit, hammered the bulkhead heavily, and said angrily: "We have been fighting at sea for so many years, and we have always been the only one who suppresses others. When is it the turn of others to suppress us?"

Karagunis thought clearly, and he smiled and said, "Maybe you are too arrogant on weekdays and offended God!"

Paul Carras muttered, "I do like to smoke cigars and have a bad temper. Oh, drinking is not a sin, how could it cause God to be so angry?"

As he said that, he gently grabbed the green stone pendant hanging on his chest, staring at the enemy in the distance and said, "Now the terrible rain has stopped. Even if I have any sins, it will be my turn to get what they owe me! Right!"

Karagunis listened and smiled and said, "Listen! Charge signal! Your wish can be fulfilled! My friend!"

Paul Karlas grinned cruelly and shouted: "Charge! Tear all the enemies to me!"

"Roar!" The sailors roared loudly! After being rubbed in the continuous rain for so long, all the sailors held their breath. Compared to the clearer weather, the enemy appeared in front of them again, and there was no reason not to pursue and take revenge!

The Spanish fleet began to fight back with all its might, like an angry lion, wishing to swallow the enemy in front of him in one bite!

They rushed towards the British fleet in the rain of bullets, hoping to use the proud hand-to-hand battle to decide the outcome! In their hearts, as long as there is a head-on battle, the Spaniards will never lose!

This is the pride passed down for decades, and it is also the pride that the chosen country has given to all subjects!

The situation on the scene began to reverse, and the dense Spanish ships began to charge, while the British ships were clearly showing a retreat. In this way, the morale of the Spanish became even stronger. The long-term depression that had been swept away by the storm was swept away by the resentment of many companions, and the only thing left in my heart was the idea of ​​winning the victory and defeating the enemy!

The Spaniards are absolutely brave and fearless. Even if the enemy's artillery fire is dense, they still move forward!

Paul Lacas's ship "Casano" rushed in the front, staring at an enemy's three-masted sailboat - the most violent thing that Casano's second mast broke due to it.

"As long as I rush up to fight with the hand-to-hand combat, I will tear them all to pieces with my own hands! Then throw them into the sea to feed the fish!" Paul Lacas said hatefully.

He urged his sailors to join! Add! Add! Add! Do whatever he could to catch up with the enemy ship! "Swoosh"! A shell was pressed against Paul Lacas's cheek and destroyed it. The wind blew, causing a sensation of pain on his face! But this still did not make him feel a little disappointed.

But gradually, Paul Lacas realized something was wrong. The ship in front was fast and slow, while the pace of the other party was completely consistent with the ship on his side!

In other words, the other party can be fast if he wants to be fast, and he can be slow if he wants to be slow, and he completely controls the rhythm! And his own ship is the side of the kite. During this pursuit, his flagship main mast was almost interrupted!

Have you been fooled? Paul Lacas's anger became even stronger. He pulled out his sword and slashed heavily on the deck of the ship, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Good! Row me hard! Chase me for the ship in front! Chase it!"

But no matter how hard they tried, the distance between the two ships was always around 400 meters! The Spaniards could only stare at the British warships tilted the shells one by one on top of their heads, but they had no choice but to do anything to them.

Perhaps Paul Lacas' shouting was too loud, and it might have been heard by the ship in front of him. The ship suddenly increased, threw the Casano apart for a distance, and completely crossed the hull in a short time, and used all the artillery of the entire ship to pour all the fire at Paul Lacas' Casano!

The sudden increase in artillery fire made the Spaniards not have time to react! Paul Lacas only saw raindrops attacking his ship. Except for a few shells that had jumped because of the small angle, the other shells were surrounded by howling wind and hitting his hull heavily!

"Boom!" A loud bang came from behind, and the entire hull was trembling violently! Paul Lacas was so scared that he suddenly turned around, and then he appeared in great pain - the main mast was broken!

Just as he was yelling at the top of his lungs, the second round of enemy artillery fire attacks hit him again! Only a harsh sound was heard, and the Casano's keel was hit on the front by a shell, and it was immediately broken, and suddenly broke into two pieces!

The broken tummy began to rise, the bow and stern began to sink first. The sailors jumped into the water desperately in the subsequent artillery fire, trying to find a way out, but they did not see the desperate Paul Lacas standing on the gradually sinking Mast No. 3 of the Casano, looking at the enemy ship ahead with a pale face.

He didn't seem to notice that he was sinking at all. Perhaps it was not only his flagship, but also his ambitions. His arrogant martial arts skills Paul Lacus did not believe this fact. It felt like he had a dream, a nightmare that could not wake up!

Until the cold sea water submerged his ankles, calves, thighs, waist and abdomen, Paul Lacas suddenly came to his senses-because he heard the shouts of his best friend Karagunis on the ship next to him!

Then a thick cable was thrown over. Paul Lacas grabbed the cable without thinking, and swam quickly to the "Royal Blade" where Karagunis was!

"Come up!" Karagunis' voice came from above his head. Paul Lacas jumped up with the cable, and then saw Karagunis' anxious and excited face!

A warm current surged in Paul Lacas's heart. He had not lost yet! He still had a chance!

Thinking of this, he tried his best to reach out his right hand, and Karagunis on the top immediately reached out and grabbed it with force. The two of them used force to pull Paul Lacas to the deck of the Royal Blade!

"Hey! Luckily, my friend! Do you want to take a boat?" Karagunis' left arm seemed to be injured, and blood was still oozing outwards, but he still smiled and joked at Paul Lacas.

Paul Lacas patted the good brother's arm heavily and regained his courage and confidence again. The two decided to temporarily avoid the enemy's edge and instead attack an armed merchant ship in front of the right.

The merchant ship seemed to have been broken and was spinning on the spot. Of course, the two of them would not miss this opportunity - the Royal Blade was like a sharp axe, slashing heavily at the British ship that had lost its power!

Get close! Throw the rope, build the board, and put it on the side in one go! The quality of the Spanish sailors is evident!

They rushed onto the British armed merchant ships with little resistance!

This was originally a civilian ship, and the ones on it were not regular British sailors, but recruited militias!

After being hit by the Spanish Navy, the unskilled helm turned sharply, but the force was too strong and too fast, and the rudder lever was suddenly broken! So such a tragedy occurred.

After the Spanish boarded the ship, it took less than fifteen minutes to completely control the armed merchant ship. Paul Lacas walked onto the deck proudly, wiped the blood from his face, and said excitedly to Karagunis, who was wiping his sword on his shoes: "Who will we fight next ship?"

Unexpectedly, Karagunis' reaction was very calm and even a little low: "Paul, I think something is wrong!"

Paul Lacus then frowned and asked, "Why isn't it right?"

Caragunis said in a deep voice: "The British formation is too scattered! No, not scattered, but the battleship we are currently entangled with...it seems to have been abandoned!"

Paul Lacus reacted and couldn't help but feel hoarse when he looked up. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "This may be just a coincidence! Or, the British in front of him are anxious to escape..."

Speaking of this, even he could not believe his own words, so he could only swallow his mouth with difficulty and said to Karagunis: "The British are not that cruel! After all... these are their own people!"

Karagunis looked at the British fleet in the distance in despair and sighed a long sigh: "I'm afraid things are the worst! My friend, we are afraid that we will end here!"

Paul Lacas and Karagunis looked at the British fleet in the distance together. The sudden rising flame seemed to be from the flames of hell, and suddenly burst out a burst of fire and hit him like raindrops in his direction!

It's over! Paul Lacas thought to himself that it was the full firepower of all enemy ships! After these guys opened the distance, they parked across the ship without any hesitation. All the gun barrels were facing their own direction, using a small number of armed merchant ships as bait, and did not hesitate to all firepower without discriminating the enemy and me!

The two brothers looked at each other in despair - at such a distance, under such a firepower intensity, they had no room or room to maneuver!

A violent shell pierced the port side of the Royal Blade, a large amount of sea water began to pour into the hull, the entire hull began to tilt, and soon sank under the attack of the shells that followed! It never floated up again...

This time the storm was even more terrifying than the power of the previous natural enemies! Although the storm was violent, it was just an extreme natural phenomenon after all, and its destructive power to a certain point was limited.

The British artillery fire came accurately against the Spanish fleet! Although many Spanish ships broke through the barriers and continued to bravely charge towards the British fleet, they could not change the end of being wiped out!

The Spanish ships covered by artillery fire are like dominoes, starting from front to back the process of destruction!

This is the destruction of the old technology by new technologies! This is the destruction of the old forces by new forces, this is the destruction of the old ideas by new ideas! This destruction is indistinguishable to the Spanish, and the only difference is in sequence, amount and proportion.

The fierce battle lasted for a whole day! On this day, the Spanish Navy, which had maintained maritime hegemony for decades, killed most of its lives!

The efforts of several generations of Spanish people were wasted on this day!

This is the choice of the times and reality, this is the law of victory and survival!
Chapter completed!