Chapter 664 The Fall of the Armada

With Alvaro's composure, he couldn't help but tremble after hearing the first officer's report. He couldn't imagine how the enemy smashed all the battleships overnight without them noticing.

"There is no need to wait. Send the order to abandon the ship and leave here quickly in a small boat." As expected of a veteran, Alvaro acted decisively and did not hesitate to do things.

"Yes!" The first officer gave a quick military salute, turned and left.

Alvaro stood on the bow deck with a tall and straight figure, his frown was not loosened at all.

"The enemy set up such a poisonous plan, and there is absolutely no way out." He ordered to escape in a small boat, but it was just a fluke.

Alvaro, who has fought all his life, knows that the battlefield is often like this. The more lucky things will happen, the more often they will happen. Considering the worst situation has already become the instinct of a general on the battlefield.

The problem is, in the vast sea, there is no second option for retreat. Alvaro's deep eyes seemed to be able to see the scene of the bloody battlefield.

Ten minutes later, thousands of spare boats were hoisted from the galleon, and the sailors were busy loading some survival necessities onto the boats.

The NPC army is bound by military discipline, and most of them can still remain calm. Under the command of their respective captains, they boarded the small boats in groups in an orderly manner.

Adventure players are different. When there are too many people, crowding and queue jumping will inevitably occur. Those with a little common sense of navigation will know that the emergency boats equipped with the galleons are simply not enough to hold all the crew members.

Not to mention, some of the boats had to carry supplies.

Therefore, even if it is crowded and crowded, some people will eventually be unable to board the boat. There is still a glimmer of life to board the boat, but those who do not board must be doomed.

Few people can remain calm in the face of death threats. Compared with the NPC army, adventure players are more desperate for their lives. Reincarnating once is equivalent to returning to the pre-liberation overnight.

The further you go to the back, the more chaotic the scene is.

Seeing the small boats being filled one by one, those who were still on the deck could no longer keep calm. Pushing, crowding, yelling, and even fighting were staged on various warships.

Apart from the adventurous players, even the sailors on the ship panicked. They no longer wanted to work, and joined the ranks of scrambling for the boat one after another.

There was a panic at the scene.

"Go away, pariah!"

In the hustle and bustle, this shout was still very harsh.

On a Spanish galleon on the left, a young adventurer with a gloomy expression held a rapier, pierced a middle-aged sailor in front of him, and died on the spot.

Blood flowed all over the deck, which was extremely dazzling.

The young man drew out the Spanish rapier, wiped the sailor's body nonchalantly, and then put the sword back into its sheath. When the sailors around saw this scene, anger flashed in their eyes, and fear was mixed with anger.

There was a commotion among the crowd.

Seeing the other sailors looking over, the gloomy young man didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but he yelled loudly: "What are you looking at, what qualifications do you bastards have to be in front of us?"

It has to be said that even though the game is running so far, there are still many players who do not regard NPCs as human beings. In their eyes, these NPCs are just a bunch of data, killing them is killing them, so what's the big deal.

In front of NPC sailors, players feel superior to others.

Therefore, other players not only did not condemn the cold youth's actions, but followed suit. The light ones pushed the sailors in front of them away, and the heavy ones directly faced each other with swords.

Even if some players disagree, they will only make a fortune silently at this time, and will not come forward to stop it.

How can these sailors be the opponents of adventure players, not to mention them, even NPC soldiers can hardly match the adventure players in terms of individual combat power at this time.

With the connivance of caring people, in less than ten minutes, more than 20 sailors fell in a pool of blood, and there were countless seriously injured. The crowded team immediately became refreshed.

Such behavior finally provoked public outrage.

Sailors are also human beings, and at the moment of life and death, they will also erupt with extraordinary strength.

"Brothers, fight with them!" A man raised the stick in his hand.

"Fight, they won't give us a way to survive, and don't even think about leaving alive, at worst we will die together!" Not being able to board the ship is a dead end. If this is the case, why should the sailors be afraid to fight the players? !

This is the beginning of the scuffle on the deck.

Players and sailors fought together. Although the sailors suffered heavy casualties, some players were inevitably killed by sailors during the chaos of the war. In this way, it aroused the hostility in the players' hearts.

Early in the morning, they were overwhelmed by the overwhelming sense of frustration, and now even this group of "untouchables" dared to resist, how could they not make the players angry.

Some players who were hesitant at first joined the battle group one after another.

As a result, the sailor group suffered heavy casualties. Small-scale riots gradually turned into large-scale infighting. There was even an embarrassing confrontation between the players and sailors who had boarded the ship.

The two groups completely split.

Even the NPC soldiers, seeing their compatriots being slaughtered, a trace of anger flashed in their eyes. If it weren't for the officers to come forward to suppress it, I'm afraid it would have turned into a bigger civil strife.

When Álvaro heard the news, his beard trembled with anger. At this time, this group of strangers are still so unscrupulous, it is unreasonable, and they are extremely stupid.

"Tell those bastards to stop, or don't blame me for being rude." Alvaro's face was gloomy.

"Understood!" The first mate retreated with a troubled expression.

The United Fleet Command has almost zero restrictions on players, and adventure players are all voluntary. Now the only ones who can restrain this group of players are the lord players and the guild leaders.

The lord player was also very dissatisfied with this farce. Those sailors are their leaders, they are not Chinese cabbage, how can they not be angry when their lives are harvested by guild players like this.

At this moment, a bearded player suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "You bastards, stop playing when you've had enough, don't go too far!"

Under the action of the mighty fighting spirit, a huge voice spread throughout the entire sea area at once.

Strange to say, with just such a shout, most of the players gave up knowingly and quickly left the battlefield. The sailor who was frightened by the beating naturally didn't have the guts to continue entanglement, and silently retreated to the side, massaging the wound.

Because the bearded man is none other than Pepe, the leader of Spain's first guild [Madrid Mercenary Corps] and the number one master in Spain.

Among the group of Spanish adventure players, Pepe's prestige is still very high, and most players are willing to give Pepe a face, so let it go.

Because of Pepe's appearance, the whole thing was left alone.

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As time goes by, the cabin floods faster and faster. The large sailboats continued to sink, and the sinking speed was obviously accelerating, and vortices had begun to form on the sea surface.

"Quick, retreat immediately, don't worry about supplies!"

Álvaro jumped into a small boat and issued urgent military orders.

"Withdraw, the vortex is about to take shape!"

"Hurry up, row the boat faster, hurry up!!!"

Without Alvaro's reminder, the more than 1,500 small boats of the First Combat Group had already started to flee in a hurry. Sailors with a little common sense know that once the vortex is fully formed, it will be a disaster for the small boat.

On the vast sea, there is such a scene of sea wonders.

One after another, the large sailing ships quickly sank to the bottom of the sea like giant beasts trapped in a swamp. First the hull, then the deck, and finally even the mast and the exquisite sails disappeared on the sea.

Disappeared together, and the glory of the Spanish Armada.

Water eddies formed one after another on the sea surface, strung together into one piece, just like the ripples caused by rainwater falling into a pond. It's just that the ripples are unusually large and extremely dangerous.

The densely packed boats crowded around the periphery of the vortex, so panicked and helpless. The hearts of the players on the small boat were filled with despair. Last night they were thinking about defeating the ocean-going fleet and defending the glory of the country.

When he woke up, he had become a bereaved dog.

The huge drop and the heavy blow made the proud Spaniard numb. Even a meritorious general like Alvaro could not arouse the morale of the soldiers.

Half an hour later, the battle reports of other battle groups were reported to the shabby "headquarters".

Spanish maritime communications use a white seagull to deliver letters. Therefore, even in the face of such a major change, the communication between the battle groups can still be unimpeded.

After reading the battle report, Alvaro's mood sank to the bottom.

Not only the first battle group, but also the second, third and fourth battle groups are all performing the same scene. Only the Fifth Battle Group, which was the reserve team, was temporarily spared.

The fifth battle group is only a reserve team. There are less than twenty Spanish galleons, and the others are Clark galleons and miscellaneous sailboats.

Before the war, Alvaro never thought about joining the fifth battle group. The current Fifth Battle Group seems to have become the only hope for the entire Armada.

Under the unified command of Álvaro, the four major battle groups, with a total of more than 6,000 small boats, assembled in mighty ways to the fifth battle group, seeking shelter.

For such a small boat, a slight tsunami can overturn them all.

"I hope these children can be sent back to China safely!" Alvaro said with emotion.

Alvaro is not unaware that the fifth battle group survived, and there may be something strange in it. It's just that he has no choice right now, and this kind of aggrieved battle makes him very helpless.

It's like the enemy has set up a lot of traps, and you know that they are traps, but you have to drill into them. Only because among the many traps, there are bait left, giving people hope.

This is the brilliance of the Shanhaicheng Ocean Fleet's tactics. In Zheng He's words, "The Fifth Battle Group is a bait to gather all the Spanish fleet together, and then catch them all in one go."