Reborn As a Pirate

　　 "The whole ship is anchored!"

　　 "Anchor!"

　　 "The rudder makes the left full! Turn the bow!"

　　 "Left full rudder, turn the bow!"

　　 "Standby!"

　　 With a shout, it spreads high in the Westport of Southampton.

With the order, the 13 warships of the original fleet, which were reorganized and belonged to the Trojan Horse Squadron of the Joint Fleet, slowly withdrew from the mooring pier, followed the waves, turned their bows in the vast bay, and pointed obliquely towards the Strait of Dover. Azure blue sea.

　　 The wind is calm and the waves are calm.

　　 The flagship Butterfly Flower issued a series of semaphores, and the sailors screamed and ran on the deck of the ships around, conveying the replies in the same way.

　　 Take the sail into place.

　　 The helmsman is in place.

　　The deck is in place.

　　 Look in place.

　　 Lorraine hugged his arms and looked at the vast sea with a cold expression. In his ears, I heard Karen yelling: "The wind is southwest, four knots, seaworthy!"

　　 "It seems that the weather is good." He smiled inexplicably, "Send the ships, half-hang the horizontal sails, gather the sails, and move along the coastline. The goal is...Cantabrian."

The fleet set sail, slowly and orderly lined up in a double V-shaped marching line, with Brigentine in front, Kirk in the back, and the Pansy at the end. Under the watchful eyes of countless people, it sailed out of the peaceful and quiet Solent Gap.

　　 On a terrace facing the sea, Lonza put down the monocular, frowning in puzzlement.

　　 John Roy stirred the tea slowly, and asked softly, "Are you gone?"

　　 "Go." Lonza sat across from Old John, took a sip from his teacup, "Uncle John, I can't understand Lorraine Drake's thoughts."

"You do not understand?"

"I don't understand." Lonza replied honestly, "He is very good, and there is a powerful Drake family behind him. Even if the offshore business doesn't work, he can still use his strong capital to transform ocean trade. In fact, this For him, this transformation may not take a few years at all."

"But he didn't do that." Lonza scratched his head irritably and stared at John in a daze. "He used his valuables as bait and threw himself into danger. The price he had paid far exceeded. The value of a Galen destroyer, why!"

　　 "Why?" Old John also put down his cup and smiled disdainfully, "Do you think Drake really came up with this plan?"

"Is not it?"

"He's just an 18-year-old young man!" Old John laughed three times. "Young and vigorous, with outstanding courage. I admit that he is a once-in-a-hundred-year-old fighter, even if compared with his ancestor Francis Drake. , Will not be inferior in talent."

"However, the plan is not a battle." He stood up and faced the sea. "The plan is resourceful, a guess of people's hearts, and the fermentation of knowledge and experience. An 18-year-old youth cannot make a qualified plan. This plan is yes. Luo Mindel did it."

　　 "Yero Mindel?"

　　 "I ask you, if this battle is successful, what can Drake get?"

　　Lonza thought about it seriously, and definitely said: "Prestige. He will gain unparalleled prestige, and he will become a well-deserved leader in the offshore business district from then on."

　　 "Is this reputation his alone?"

　　 "Of course..." Lonza suddenly realized, "The three chambers of commerce alliance!"

Old John nodded with satisfaction: "By forcing the Yodel Chamber of Commerce and Herrera Chamber of Commerce to withdraw from the so-called hunting alliance, Mindel, Shacklen and Drake have become one in everyone's eyes, and all are prosperous, and all are lost. So Drake’s victory is Mindel’s victory, but...because Mindel is not on the battlefield, Drake’s defeat is only Drake’s defeat."

He comfortably admired the rolling hills of the Solent Gorge, and praised with emotion: “Take the smallest risk and maximize the profit. This is the real plan of Jero Mindel. Once successful, he will replace us and realize what he has in mind. Long-cherished wish for many years."

　　 "Why did Drake help him? No, it should be said, why would Drake be willing to be driven by him?"

　　 "Because of deceit, my kind Lonza. Although I don't know how they communicate, I can guess what it is."

Old John squinted and pointed a finger at Lonza: "Lorraine Drake was young and vigorous. He was chased by the French and he was almost alive, so there is hatred in his heart, Mindel can catch it. This point magnifies the value of the Reindeer and turns her from an ordinary Galen destroyer into a trophy, a trophy that washes away the shame of the warrior."

Old John stretched out his second finger: "But this kind of battle is risky. Drake's house is behind Drake, so you can't take risks casually, so Mindell came up with a second idea, a golden weapon. Mindel asked Drake to put the gold in the safe main fleet. Regardless of the success or failure of the plan, the Chamber of Commerce would not hurt itself. Even if Lorraine Drake died here, the Drake family could also let Others will take over the chamber of commerce without harming the family’s interests."

　　 "Without the worries, the bravery of the young man is naturally instigated into recklessness. He can be desperate, because every young man...thinks that he has the blessing of God."

　　Longsa was horrified and surrendered. He lowered his head unconsciously, and his voice was pious: "Uncle, I need your guidance."

"Just follow the plan, my boy." Old John walked back, pressing Lonza's shoulder, "but it doesn't need to be desperate. Peace in Europe will not last long, and the French will not be able to occupy Cantabrian forever, you The responsibility of the Redhead is not to damage the Red-Haired Sudan. She is our lifeblood and the hope for a comeback."

"Yes……"

　　……

　　The wind conditions were normal and dragged down by the slow Kirk type. It took a day for the Trojan horse fleet to sail out of the English Channel, heading south, following the edge of the Celtic Sea, towards the direction of the Iberian Peninsula.

　　According to the established plan, the main fleet led by Lonsar should also set sail from the Isles of Scilly southwest of Lands Point at this time, and fell into the direction of the Trojan Horse at ten o'clock 25 kilometers apart.

　　 This distance is invisible to the mainmast height of the Pansy, so Lorraine could not verify it with his own eyes.

　　 But he also left behind in Plymouth. Not long ago, the Clippers caught up with him and told him clearly that Lonza had set sail, and the location and speed ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ were not bad.

　　 Upon learning the news, Lorraine summoned Levin and Yashin to a meeting on the Butterfly Flower, and formally informed them of the real plan.

　　 "Lonsa will fall into Weilun's trap." Lorraine said astonishingly at the beginning of the school.

　　 Levin and Yashin were shocked by Lorraine's opening remarks. They both looked sluggish. You looked at me, I looked at you, and looked at Lorraine together.

　　Preaching, teaching, and solving puzzles.

"Don't look at me like that, friends." Lorraine shrugged innocently. "I am not familiar with Mr. Roy, and I have no affection for the Roy Chamber of Commerce. The Red-Haired Sultan is the key to this battle. Only let her I fell into the French trap and had nowhere to escape, so I dared to expect her in return."

　　 Levin could not laugh or cry: "Lorraine, why do you think Velen will ambush Lonza?"

　　 "Because the red-haired sultan is there, half of the elite of the offshore merchants in England are there, and gold objects worth tens of thousands of pounds are also there."

　　 "But the French didn't know that the gold was in Lonza's hands!"

　　 "It's a pity that they know." Lorraine raised his hand to call Acharin over, "Wei Lun has an accurate source of information, I'm sure, they know the true location of the gold."

　　 "Your seaman..." Yashin's eyes widened, and he drew out his sword with a sound, "Is he a traitor?"

　　 Lorraine smiled and protected Yacharin behind his back, pushed away the Jianfeng and said, "Be calm, Yaxin."

　　 "Acharin is a key part of the real plan. It is with his efforts that we can get rid of the identity of the decoy. The identity of the Trojan has shifted from the moment Lunza sailed out of the Isles of Scilly."

　　 "The plan remains the same, the roles are shifted. Gentlemen, we will rely on the fighting of Mr. Lonza Roy to reach the once out of reach... the door of victory."