Three Hundred and Ninety Respective Pride

"The exit distance is 1500, enter the open sea in 15 minutes, the sea is clear!"

Lookout of the Future issued a 5-minute travel report, and the content was as clear and confident as ever.

The main lookout of the Future is a girl, 16 years old, who is in the middle-level graduation practice stage of the Chamber of Commerce School. She is one of the 8 star-studded female crew members in the formation. She has already confirmed her relationship with Adria.

Female crew members have their inherent advantages, such as carefulness, stability, and rigid style. They are not easy to leave aside established orders like men, and can better complement and extend the commander's skills.

They also have inherent disadvantages, size, strength, some necessary alone space, development, pregnancy and family prejudice.

The biggest obstacle is still that ancient and nonsensical curse. Many sailors with conservative beliefs and superb skills refused to work with them. Even with the unique development history of Lorraine as a blessing, there are still very few ships willing to accept women as crew members.

The Lady and the Future naturally belong to two of them.

Under the monitoring of the female lookout, the fleet sailed smoothly, with a speed of three knots, cutting the wind without rush, and the exit sea area was calm and calm, and no sail shadow was observed within five kilometers so far.

Pierce couldn't help suspecting that Faraming's lure had failed. Whether it was because the meat tickets he captured were not enough or the Sunflower was running too fast, the Portuguese failed to keep up in the end.

It frustrates him, like a concentrated punch on a cotton ball with no damn feedback.

What to do next?

He took out a tea egg that was hot and fresh out of the pan, and carefully peeled the eggshell.

Tea eggs are an interesting oriental food. Wang Ye is delicious when cooked with old tea soup, but Sanmei's freshly made ones on the boat are always tasteless.

But the taste is not the whole charm of this kind of food, no matter it is delicious or tasteless, the unique ring pattern will always be printed on the egg white that is as white as jade after peeling off the skin.

Pierce likes to guess the direction of the ring pattern, the wave-like, net-like, knife-like vertical and horizontal, and the bruises like a sea chart...

They don't necessarily coincide with the cracks in the shell, and are often surprising, chiseling irregular patterns in places beyond the imagination.

Pierce's hand stopped suddenly: "Outside of imagination...?"

In their final plan of action, the Portuguese were clowns and idiots through and through.

This position is recognized by all. Because Faraming's action time will not exceed thirty hours, being able to complete a complete set of lures within this time limit has proved that the Portuguese can't think better than the bulls in the Madrid bullring.

The Portuguese under this positioning will catch up, block the exit of the atoll with great fanfare, and threaten Drake with the so-called ultimatum to hand over their people.

If Drake doesn't comply, they will attack.

This is the plot already written in the script.

But what if the Portuguese were not stupid?

What if they chased them out, but in the process of chasing, they regained their reason or found other reasons and gave up the negotiation?

Atolls...near reefs...far atolls...

If...they regard the sea far away from the atoll as the starting point of the battle, adjust to the best state at the most accurate time like an excellent soldier, and use this state to fight without declaring war, directly launching an attack on the special service formation Woolen cloth?

They have already felt malicious in Mombasa, making such a choice would not be surprising to every normal person!

"Green!" Pierce suddenly raised his head, "Expand the warning distance to a radius of 15 kilometers!"

"15 kilometers?" Miss Green on the observation deck was stunned, and seemed to understand Pierce's worries vaguely, "Ah! Yes! The alert radius has been expanded to 15 kilometers!"

She hurriedly raised the looking glass, and began to search carefully from ten o'clock through the small round hole.

10 minutes later……

"Enemy attack!" The woman's sharp and sharp shout resounded through the deck, "Enemy attack at two o'clock when exiting, Galen-type destroyer three, special multi-masted Skuner one,

Distance 2000, relative speed 12 knots! "

"They opened the gun door, and in five minutes, we will crash into each other's range! Enemy attack!"

Pierce was completely stunned on the spot.

The distance is 2000, compared to 12 knots, the opponent was five kilometers away before the warning distance was expanded, and the opponent rushed within five kilometers after the warning distance was expanded...

The rigor and obedience of women became the source of mistakes in chance and coincidence, but his untimely orders assisted the Portuguese, allowing them to sneak until they were close at hand!

Self-defeating! The first independent command, self-defeating!

Pierce gritted his silver teeth.

He drew out his commanding sword with a clang, and strode towards the commanding post amidst the frantic running sailors.

The observers rushed out of the cabin and squeezed to his side: "Adjutant Artis, what is the enemy attack? Admiral Snape entrusted you with the task of coordinating the navigation, why hasn't there been a complete report yet? We need to know Details!"

Pierce raised his hand and pushed the closest Mr. Melidori to the ground, his voice was so cold that he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

"The chief mate is reporting the battle situation to the admiral. Gentlemen, if you have any questions, you can go to the admiral for help. I was ordered to command the enemy, excuse me!"

Putting the conversation aside, he stepped straight between the three of them and stood still at the command seat on the poop.

"All staff entered the second level of combat readiness, the sails were hoisted and accelerated, and the gun doors were wide open!"

"Reiterate that irrelevant personnel will clear the field from the deck, and those who violate the order will abandon the sea!"

"Order to meet the enemy! Raise the Chamber of Commerce flag!"

"Abandon the assault boat, discard the sundries, the Future and the New Generation will fight on their own, the Sunflower will turn around, and evade to the atoll!"

"Gentlemen and ladies, we are being raided! But we are Drake, Lord of the Northern Seas, King of the Caribbean!"

"If you play at your training level, no one will be injured. If you play at your training level, we will be invincible!"

He raised his sword high and pointed it straight at the sky.

"Let our colleagues in Africa see the strength of the world's top chambers of commerce, and let them know why even though we are honored as pirate hunters, we are still the well-deserved king of pirates!"

"I order, the special service formation... to meet the enemy!"

...

The special service formation meets the enemy!

Pierce is still the Pierce who is good at instigating, even if he is embarrassed, even if he is self-defeating, he still captures the pride of this young formation that has only been in the army for three months in the shortest time.

Drake!

In order to allow the young and even young Pierce to command without hindrance, the composition of this formation is far simpler than that of Lorraine's own direct fleet.

Among the sailors, long-term sailors accounted for 42%, and family members accounted for 78%. 26.5% of the ship's personnel received education at the Chamber of Commerce School. Almost everyone has enjoyed the dividends of the Drake Chamber of Commerce's growth along the way.

They are proud of who they are.

Lorraine Anason Drake is the youngest pirate king in the Caribbean, and he is titled [Pirate Hunter].

The Drake Chamber of Commerce is the newly-emerged leader group of maritime merchants in the New World, and the pansy merchant flag is revered in every port.

And their opponents are nothing but African local snakes.

No matter how disadvantaged they are, hunters should never be afraid of their prey's counterattack. As Pierce said, as long as they perform at the level of training, they... are invincible!

The panic on the deck dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the shouts one after another were full of fighting spirit.

The gun door was opened, the canvas was raised, and the Future and the New Generation picked up speed in the narrow atoll waterway. The sword-like sharp bow was raised high, smashing the waves, and charging towards the open sea!

All this fell into the eyes of Lieutenant Colonel Fiares, the Portuguese commander.

"It's a good opponent." He put down the binoculars and muttered to himself, "Although he was slack at first, he at least stopped the carriage on the edge of the cliff, and he was well-trained, not like a chamber of commerce, but like a top army."

"It seems that this battle will be more interesting than expected..."

He turned his head and called his adjutant.

"The lead ship has the flagship mark on it, and the Brigantine called Sunflower is stopping and turning around. Obviously in their eyes, only two destroyers are enough to repel us."

"Notify the merchants behind us that we are encircling the tactics. The Crusader followed the Ortega to encircle their flagship, and the Saint and the Beautiful Life pursued the wing ship."

"There are Gondor's elite slave-hunting team on the Beautiful Life, don't waste it. Let them create opportunities for boarding battles, and tell them that it is always easier to capture than to sink."

He sighed uninterestedly: "Let's go to war, gentlemen, and simply end this dirty deal. I don't like slave traders, these rude idiots, I really don't want to spend any more time with them..."