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Wang Rulong had no idea. While he sent all the boats to pass orders to the coast guard fleet overnight, the Spanish fleet's flagship San Felipe was passing by the Kaiyuan.

The Spanish flagship was destroyed in the rocket rain that morning, and two masts also ignited a fire, burning the fleet command flag and the Marquis of Santa Cruz to ashes.

The flagship speed was greatly reduced. In order to avoid dragging down the central army, the Marquis could only temporarily transfer the command to the King Quan, allowing the St. Philippe to fall to the rear team.

This is also the reason why Lin Fengfeng cannot find it.

However, it was a blessing in disguise. The St. Philippe had almost no war during the day, and naturally the crew was intact and the hull was intact. The carpenters and sailors were busy repairing the masts. The sailors seized the time to cut the spare canvas and then directed the sailors to hang them again.

After working hard for a while, the San Felipe finally basically recovered its momentum.

This was the only good news I heard in the worst day of my life in the Marquis of Santa Cruz.

At that time, he was having dinner with the nobles in the luxurious high-end military officers' restaurant on the stern building.

The nobles would not eat in the dark, as that would be too inelegant. They ordered their servants to use thick velvet cloth to cover the windows of the restaurant, and then lit whale oil candles on silver candlesticks.

The slightly swaying warm candlelight shines on the dining tablecloths with tassels and gorgeous patterns, as well as expensive gold, silver and porcelain tableware, and is full of colors and is very luxurious.

The food was also as full as possible, with various ham, cheese, sauces, fish and meat marinated with precious spices, paired with white bread and wine, and at least looked very attractive against the backdrop of tableware and platters.

There is also a violin accompaniment.

But the nobles here were all sad and bleak. Someone muttered in a low voice: "The last supper for a bitch."

Only then did everyone realize that with Governor Francis, there were exactly 13 people eating here. The originally depressed mood couldn't help but get worse.

"Judas!" Suddenly someone glared at the embarrassing Governor Francis angrily. "Are you a spy from the Ming Dynasty?!"

"It must be like this!" The strong-mouthed nobles immediately found the punching bag and said, "He must have defected to the Ming people and deliberately led us into the encirclement!"

The nobles all have ancestral blaming skills, and Xiao Fu's broad shoulders are the most suitable for taking the blame.

"My God, how can you cleanse people from nothing?" Francis touched the salt shaker with his elbow, leaned back, his face full of fear and anxiety. "My whole family is in Madrid, and after resigning as governor, he has to go back to inherit the title! How could I be Judas?!"

"Questions! You have been the governor of the Philippines for three years. Do you not know that the Ming Navy is an opponent on another level? It is not something we can deal with at all?!" The nobles held the knife and accused him angrily: "You are just trying to hide it and want us to die in the Far East!"

"I have reported that the rockets of the Ming people are very powerful. They have also reported that they have learned from the Portuguese and pay great attention to long-range firepower. The artillery technology has improved rapidly over the years!" Francis said aggrievedly: "In the letters sent to the deputy king and the marquis, I suggest that many times, we must strengthen the firepower..."

"But you have never said that the Ming Dynasty warships are iron-shelled!" The nobles sneered: "If we report early, your Majesty will never let us touch the stone with eggs!"

"This..." Frances was speechless and said aggrievedly: "We don't know about this beforehand."

"I have been here for three years, but I don't even know what material the other party's warship is?" The nobles said indignantly: "I also said you are not Judas!"

"Okay!" The Marquis of Santa Cruz, who had been silent, finally couldn't help but knock on the silver plate with a spoon, and stopped the unreasonable nobles. "Keep your demeanor, gentlemen."

He said that, and looked at Frances again and said, "But Mr. Governor, you do owe us an explanation."

"We have investigated their warships, and they are indeed made of wooden..." Francis said with a look of haunting expression: "I really don't know when I added iron armor. Hell, why don't they sink?"

"Can they turn wood into iron magic?" the nobles sneered.

"When was the last time you fought?" the Marquis knocked on the plate again and asked in a deep voice.

"..." The governor said indescribable: "Since I took office, I have never been in trouble. There have been only a few limited frictions, and I have never seen them so violently."

"Sure enough!" the nobles said angrily: "You are not Judas!"

"Forget it." The Marquis put down the spoon and sighed: "The defeat is decided, and it is too late to say anything now. The task of holding the accountable should be left to the prosecutors in Madrid."

After a pause, he forced himself to speak: "The most urgent thing is to escape from the strait while the night is dark."

As he said that, the Marquis ordered in a deep voice: "Tell me the order that each ship will abandon the baggage and move forward at full speed. Be sure to escape into the Bohe Sea before dawn, and then choose whether to go to Cebu or Zamboanga!"

"Your Excellency, do you want to divide the troops?" the nobles asked hurriedly.

"Only by dividing the troops, there will be more people who escape from danger." The Marquis of Santa Cruz said, and stood up and said to the nobles:

"Everyone, tomorrow I will hang my flag again to attract the attention of the Ming Fleet and try my best to win more escape opportunities for the fleet!"

As he said that, he looked around and said, "I will never force anyone who doesn't want to fight to the death. You can leave with the speedboat that delivers the letter. It is also an adventure mission and will not affect the reputation of you and your family!"

Although the nobles of this era disdained the medieval style, the chivalrous spirit still existed as the principle of society. In front of Spain's greatest warrior, who could openly retreat?

The nobles were obviously afraid to die, but they still had to hold on: "Honor, sacrifice, bravery, and mercy are our unswerving creeds until death!"

"Okay, then sacrifice." The Marquis of Santa Cruz picked up the wine glass. "God bless Spain!"

"Sacrifice." The nobles also picked up their glasses and drank them all in one go. "God bless Spain!"

Immediately, the Spaniards also sent small boats to convey the orders to as many of their own warships as possible.

As a result, that night, the sea kept thumping. It was the sound of officers and soldiers on both sides abandoning their burdens into the sea.

The crew members on both sides did not know, and the other commander also gave the same order. When he heard the ploping sound, he thought it was his own ship.

It is very dangerous to sail at night in unfamiliar waters at full speed. At this time, it is obviously safer to move forward in a team, and if there is something to do, it is better to take care of it.

With the same thoughts, the ships moved closer to each other, but they were unwilling to reveal their whereabouts. They just formed a team silently and moved forward silently...

Such small fleets gathered more and more, and gradually gathered into several large fleets. The largest fleet was more than ten miles away from head to tail, and there were more than twenty ships.

Everyone ran and rushed, chasing each other, sailing at full speed all night.

That night, countless ships broke into the reef, ran aground, trek even sank...

The next morning, the sky gradually became whiter, but the morning mist was shrouded on the sea, and I still couldn't see the situation two or three hundred meters away. The commanders of each ship had no way to know the specific location and whether he had sailed out of the Surigao Strait.

However, all the captains became nervous and ordered their labored subordinates to force themselves and prepare for battle.

Anyone who seeks life at sea knows that when the temperature rises later, the fog will turn into dew and the sight will no longer be blocked.

Do you know if an enemy ship will suddenly pop up next to you later?

On the Kaiyuan number.

After resting for a night and having a high-calorie combat breakfast, Wang Rulong recovered his energy.

He asked the orderly officer to help him put on his straight wool robe, stepped on the black ship boots that were reflected, and finally put on a hat and helmet with three golden stars inlaid with them.

He is currently the deputy general police commissioner of the Coast Guard, and he finally meets Jin Ke in terms of level.

The orderly soldier brought the mirror again. Wang Rulong had a tidy collar and looked at the old self in the mirror with sunken cheeks and hanging down. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "If it weren't for this police robe, what's the difference between a father and an old man?"

His orderly soldier was also his youngest son Wang Duoyu. Old Wang was seriously ill and refused to retire and go home. His wife had to ask Jin Ke to transfer his youngest son to him and take care of his daily life.

"My father has indeed grown a lot over the years." Wang Duoyu felt sad and hurriedly smiled: "But fortunately, after fighting this battle, he can go home to hold his grandson."

"Haha..." Wang Rulong's mouth twitched, nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, it's time to end the curtain. If you don't leave, it will be annoying."

"That's not that everyone is worried about your body." Wang Duoyu took off Wang Rulong's golden sword from the wall and hung it on his father's belt.

"Hmph..." Wang Rulong snorted coldly, and walked out of the cabin with his sword hilt in his hand.

When he came to the stern, the coast guard on duty hurriedly said:

"The commander-in-chief is here!"

Meiling, with a tired face, quickly led the officers and soldiers on the stern building to stand attentively and salute.

"Stop it." Wang Rulong nodded and said to Meiling: "Prespond the helm for a night in person?"

"Well, I'm not relieved." Mei Ling smiled bitterly and said, "The commander-in-chief is on my boat, how dare you make any mistakes?"

"Haha..." Wang Rulong smiled perfunctorily and asked in a deep voice: "Where have you been?"

"According to the speed and time calculation, it is almost near the entrance of the strait." Meiling scratched his head and said, "But there is inevitably an error, so you have to wait until the fog dissipates before you can confirm..."

"The daylily will be cold, then." Wang Rulong ordered in a deep voice: "Rise the balloon!"

The Beidou team immediately started preparing after hearing the order.

Mei Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Commander-in-chief, once the balloon is raised, our position will be exposed."

"So what?" Wang Rulong said proudly: "If the red-haired ghost has the ability, kill me. Then I will thank them!"

"Okay." Mei Ling said to you, Niu Boyi, so he stopped talking and quickly ordered someone to strengthen the fortifications on the stern podium.
Chapter completed!