"Who can tell me when will reinforcements arrive...James?"

Ferdinando, the commander of the Spanish Southern Treasure Fleet, had completely lost the calmness that he had been a day ago. His hair was messy and his eyes were black, his head was drooping, and he muttered with a sound he could only hear... Finally, he placed his expectations on the mage who followed the fleet. He looked at the mage James, looking forward to hearing a little good news...

Unfortunately, the mage shook his head and continued to focus his spirit on the crystal ball in front of him. The crystal ball flashed brightly and darkly with white light, which seemed both mysterious and magical. But if you ignore the mage's pretending to be regretful and catch a mage subordinate to LeBron to interpret it personally, you will find that... the crystal ball is saying "Take the southern line fleet into the encirclement and wait for the situation to change."

The officers attending the meeting were all silent, but in fact, they all despised Ferdinando, the commander of the fleet.

Since Ferdinando discovered the fleet in the north and south directions, he has begun an ugly performance, which has become increasingly unbearable for these captains. Until now, all captains have left the flagship under the pretext of military emergency. Currently, all the inconspicuous little adjutants are present, and of course they have no effect.

There are too many large sailboats with slow speeds and loads of cargo in the southern line of treasure fleet, and it is impossible to just throw them away.

So the entire fleet formed a circular formation and began to confront the British and French coalition forces. The Spanish formation was to hide all the bulky merchant ships in the middle, and erect a "city wall" on the periphery with a hard and heavy Garen sailboat.

The Crystal Ball is having an interesting conversation:

"Ferdinando can't hold on..."

"Tell him the reinforcements? No, then he will only run away...we will do it as planned."

"Then... please brush a purple color, which is the purple color of lavender."

"receive……"

...

"It has changed!" The clerk in the room shouted in surprise. Everyone saw that the crystal ball suddenly flashed with a bright purple color!

"Good news! Bad news?" Ferdinando asked nervously.

"It hasn't been heard yet..." The mage deliberately put on a poker face, "But it's certain that it's 100% good news!"

"Ahh!" Ferdinando slapped the table vigorously, "It's good news..."

"The British started attacking!" At this time, the messenger shouted outside the door. Almost everyone in the adjutant present said "shenyin" in their hearts, "It's finally started!", and they all stood up to say goodbye. At this time, Spain was at its most powerful period in history, and the officers on the water rarely felt afraid of war.

*******

The first attack of Britain and France was like a huge plier. They wanted to smash the walnut of the Southern Line Fleet at once. The two sides attacked interlaced and soon mixed the lines of both sides. Taking advantage of the number and warships, the fleets of Britain and France compressed the Southern Line Fleet into an area less than two nautical miles.

"Where are they?! Where are they!" Ferdinando shouted wildly, and suddenly, he seemed to have figured out something. "I can use... no, my ship can go..." He pointed to the least direction of British and French ships, "Can you break through in that direction? Please call the captain."

The crystal ball in the mage's hand flashed, "Bastard, urge them to hurry up! That guy is going to run away!"

...

In the distant Port-au-Prince, the steps of the Governor's House are arranged in a ritual queue.

Both sides of the ceremony. On one side were the coalition forces of the contractors, Ye Zao led Cheng Yuyue and Elizabeth to stand in front; on the other side were officials of the Governor's Office in the entire French colony. The ceremony had reached its last step, and the Governor of France was wearing a full-body dress and holding a sword in both hands.

But the night sound that was supposed to be taking the sword was still watching the sunset, pretending to be arrogant without seeing it.

In the surrender ceremony, appropriate humiliation exists... but as time goes by, this humiliation begins to turn into a naked humiliation! Both the French and the contractors felt the hostility of both sides rising rapidly, and the warships in the harbor loaded artillery again. At this time, it seemed that only one order was left.

But at this moment, Ye Zuo reached out and grabbed the sword of the French governor. He left without saying anything...

All the contractors' ears sounded at the same time, and the news that France had withdrawn in this naval battle!

Ye Zu left, and the "Tearer Squad" and all the contractors turned around and left. Although the NPCs were dissatisfied, they also left the Governor's Mansion together.

The French Governor stood on the steps and couldn't help but spread his hands. Just like that? There was no robbery, no compensation... and even from beginning to end, he didn't even sign a surrender book?! This is what TMD's surrender?! His mind suddenly changed to how to hide news from the country. As for the next big sea battle... France has been hit hard, and the next thing should be to preserve its strength. Participating in the big sea battle is no longer in his opinion.

"How is it?" Yu Xin asked directly to Elizabeth.

“No points deducted.”

"Yeah!" Several people clenched their fists together! This means that the big business has taken shape.

"There are many more...reward points, restrictions, Balabara..." As a betrayal camp, Elizabeth obviously had the most information. She rubbed her fingers as she said.

"What do you want?" Yu Xin asked on behalf of everyone. If this kind of business is not settled, it will not be able to obtain the maximum profit.

Elizabeth smiled, pointed at Yeji with her fingers, and then clicked Cheng Yuyue, "I want them to dance striptease together!"

...

"Good news! It's good news!" the mage shouted. The crystal ball flashed with purple light like an explosion, and the captain's room was dark purple.

"Good news to go to TM! Listen to me now..." Ferdinando shouted, but before he could finish his words, a cheering sound came from outside, directly interrupting what she was about to say. "What happened?"

"France! France!" An officer on duty ran in excitedly, "France is withdrawing!"

"Watt?" Ferdinando couldn't believe the news he heard, but he couldn't help but turn his gaze to the flashing crystal ball. It was really good news?!

During the naval battle, Ferdinando shrank in the cabin to command, so it was very unsmooth.

If he stood on the deck at this time, he could see the French fleet retreating on a large scale, tearing off two-fifths of the encirclement! The so-called encirclement no longer exists!

At this time, the fleet cheered even louder. In the past few minutes, it seemed that God and Ferdinando were standing together. In the direction of the north, under the afterglow of the sunset, a large number of Spanish warships and Dutch warships were revealed, and the large forces of the West-Dutch coalition arrived!

"Snap the opportunity!" Ferdinando excitedly gestured in front of the chart, "God bless! There is a big gap here, we will retreat to Belize immediately..."

The mage casually said, "We have so many warships, even if we defeat the British, it is enough, so there is no big problem with retreating."

"Yes...I can destroy the British fleet..." Ferdinando became greedy again.

*******

In the Dutch colony, the Port of Grand Bahamas, where the Royal Governor's House is located.

The burning smoke ties up to the sky, and dozens of huge Chinese sailboats are moored in the harbor.

It occupied another port as important as Port-au-Prince, but the Ming fleet seemed unscathed.

On the flagship of the Ming Fleet, Lin Nanxuan and the third prince stood side by side at the bow of the ship, looking at the sunset.

"Is the time agreed with the British almost here?" The third prince said to Lin Nanxuan first with some congratulations. In the current Ming fleet, the third prince is a person raised high. But he has a little self-awareness and will not jump out to challenge Lin Nanxuan.

"It's not the time yet, wait..." Lin Nanxuan, wearing a cloak, had no sign of illness at this moment. He shook the pocket watch in his hand and looked at the ticking pointer...

The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were plundering in the harbor and transferred all the materials that could be moved to the fleet to take them away.

The Dutch Royal Governor stood under the gallows with a noose around his neck, and the wrench that performed the hang was right in front of Lin Nanxuan. He pressed his hand on the wrench and watched the second hand of the pocket watch ticking forward.

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The faster I want to write, the less I have. I have been greatly influenced by comments recently and need to adjust it.
Chapter completed!