As soon as Liang Feng's roar fell, Song Shutao rushed to the front and yelled: "Admiral, the Spanish fleet is about to be destroyed, why not fight? Only by quickly defeating the Spanish fleet can we have a glimmer of hope!"

Song Shutao kept gasping for breath, his face muscles twisted, his hands clenched into fists, and almost fire erupted from his eyes.////

Liang Feng had completely calmed down, stared at Song Shutao with a calm look, and said decisively: "General Song, please implement the military order!"

"Sir Admiral! Are you crazy? Please give me an explanation!"

Song Shutao did not give in at all, like a rooster, holding his head high, and was in a strong way to stop military orders.

Liang Feng's chest was fluctuating violently, obviously trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart. He stepped forward, grabbed Song Shutao's collar with both hands, and said coldly: "General Song, implement the military order! Time is urgent, if you delay it, I will kill you!"

After saying that, Liang Feng let go of his hands, threw Song Shutao aside, turned around and rushed towards the command room.

Song Shutao's steel teeth were almost broken, and finally, he stomped his feet hard and headed towards the command room.

...

Under the smoke of gunpowder, Liang Feng's orders could not be conveyed to other warships at all.

However, the captains of other warships kept staring at the huge hull of Dingyuan. After seeing the Dingyuan ship turn towards six o'clock, although they didn't understand why Liang Feng did this, they did not hesitate to follow the Dingyuan ship and began to turn.

"Boom...boom..."

When all the warships concentrated their firepower to open fire on the Dutch and Portuguese fleets, the naval battle became even more intense, and the rumbling sound of cannons far exceeded the thunder of spring and resounded throughout the sky.

The actions of the naval fleet seemed to anger the Dutch and the Portuguese, and the volleys were getting more and more fierce.

At the same time, the Spanish fleet gained a breathing opportunity. After adjusting its formation slightly, it continued to bite the naval fleet and thrust the warship body.

The soldiers of the Navy fleet seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief. Since joining the Navy fleet, they have only bullied others. How could they have been so angry with this kind of attack?

So, they vented their anger on the cannons and smashed the iron balls fiercely towards the Dutch and Portuguese fleets. Even though casualties rose sharply, even if their companions died in the cannon every few breaths, they never lost their belief in victory, and their fighting spirit was even higher, and they swear to fight the ghosts to the end.

The situation has not improved fundamentally, and there is even a tendency to worsen.

"Please give me an explanation, Lord Admiral!"

Song Shutao couldn't help but make solemn demands on Liang Feng again.

Liang Feng stared at Song Shutao with deep eyes, determined and speechless.

Song Shutao raised his voice: "Admiral, please give all the navy soldiers an explanation!"

When Liang Feng heard "all the navy soldiers", his heart suddenly shivered. He took a deep breath and asked, "General Manager Song, within an hour, can we defeat the Spanish fleet under the artillery fire of the Dutch and the Portuguese?"

Song Shutao gritted his teeth and replied coldly: "No!"

Liang Feng let out a long breath and continued to ask: "Master Song, will all second-level warships be reduced by more than half within one hour?"

Song Shutao hesitated for a moment and nodded heavily: "Yes!"

"That is, to continue to attack the Spanish fleet, after an hour, we will face the Spanish fleet with almost no combat capability and the Dutch fleet with almost no losses, the Portuguese fleet!"

Song Shutao did not give in and said coldly: "I only remember General Lin once said that it is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt the enemy's ten fingers!"

"No!" Liang Feng suddenly raised his voice and retorted excitedly: "I am sure to severely damage the Dutch fleet and the Portuguese fleet within one hour and force them to leave!"

Song Shutao's heart beat violently and asked in a lost voice: "Why is the Admiral so sure that the Dutch fleet and the Portuguese fleet will leave?"

"Because Luzon belongs to Spain, the Spanish fleet has no way out except to fight to the death!"

Song Shutao understood Liang Feng's plan. He stared at Liang Feng's eyes and suddenly found that crow's feet crawled out of Liang Feng's eyes.

He placed his right hand on his chest, saluted a military salute, and said frankly: "When it comes to maritime combat, I am not as weak as the admiral, and when it comes to strategic vision, I am not as far as the admiral!"

Liang Feng slapped Song Shutao's shoulder with both hands and said, "It is my fault to place the entire fleet in a dangerous situation. Now that things have come to this, I can only make a desperate bet to break a way out!"

Song Shutao was stumbled a few steps by Liang Feng, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "No, Admiral, now, we have more than 60% of our chances of victory!"

Liang Feng also smiled, but this smile seemed extremely reluctant: "Defeating the Spanish fleet but losing more than 50% of his brothers is also considered a failure!"

Song Shutao was so sad that he once again placed his right hand on his chest and gave Liang Feng a solemn military salute...

Since voyage to Lingyan Bay, Potiro has never had the same comfortable mood as he is now.

Although the Spanish fleet has lost more than 50%, two two-deck warships have sunk, and six warships have completely lost their combat effectiveness, when the Bontai Navy fleet pointed its finger at the Dutch and Portuguese fleets, he felt that this naval battle was the most perfect naval battle in history.

Under the attack of the tripartite fleet, it is only a matter of time before the destruction of the Bonte Navy fleet. What is more important is that this naval battle not only retains the essence of the Spanish fleet, but also greatly weakens the strength of the Netherlands and Portugal.

In history, can there be such a perfect calculation?

He even felt in a daze that the commander of the Bontai Navy fleet was probably the messenger sent by God.

Just as he was content with ease, a command ship braved fire from fire to deliver a Koquera warrant to his hands.

Is it a compliment? Or a commendation? Or is it a notice that Manila is not dangerous?

Potiro opened the warrant suddenly, looked at it frivolously, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

He trembled his hands, grabbed the warrant tightly, and read it word by word.

"Damn... idiot..."

Potiro was full of dirty words, and I don’t know whether to scold Coquila or Delibeth.

Koquela told him that regardless of whether the naval battle was successful or not, the Spaniards were likely to face a catastrophe. Victory, Bonte's army would vent their anger in Manila. If 60,000 to 70,000 Spanish people could run one-third, they would have received God's blessing. If they lost, the entire Spanish fleet had no choice but to cross the Pacific Ocean and retreat to Acapulco.

Finally, Potiro sighed and suddenly felt relieved. Looking at the precarious Bontai Navy, he even felt a little unreal.

What does it mean to win without victory, what does it mean to lose without defeat? Potiro asked himself over and over again.
Chapter completed!