Three Hundred and Eighty Ninety-Nine Rookies' Embarrassment

Pre-battle tension aboard the Dame.

They are on the outside of the atoll belt, hiding in the middle of the African continent and Madagascar, anchored 47 kilometers away from the exit of the atoll, unless the Portuguese send a battleship of level 2 or above to command the next war, otherwise, no one can find out them.

"Future heading reference, safe at ten o'clock!"

"Future heading reference, eleven o'clock safe!"

"Twelve o'clock safe!" "One o'clock safe!" "Two o'clock..."

The mainmast, foremast, and mizzen, and the three gazebos reported their observation results non-stop, and all reports were adjusted so that they were based on the heading of the Future instead of the direction of the Lady itself.

The temporary commander of the battleship, Shaw Turner, tore off the transparent marking page on the chart. Lei immediately replaced him with a new one, clamped it tightly, and checked the ink bottle again to ensure that Turner's quill would not run out of ink.

In this battle, the Noble Lady is at the far end, so early detection of an ambush and early response are the top priority.

They don't need to hide anything like the Mirai. Turner's request for the lookout is a 10-minute round of reports. The location of the future number.

At sunrise, they found the Sunflower rushing into the atoll, but several hours later, the Portuguese who should have come still did not appear.

This made Turner irritated.

"Senior." Lei comforted, "Sunflower's speed is 18 knots. She escaped from Mombasa at full speed, and the Portuguese are probably still 100 kilometers away..."

"This is the problem!" Turner scratched his hair with red eyes, "In 24 hours, the Portuguese can't drive from Mombasa to the atoll like a sunflower, and the admiral can only stay in the atoll for an extra 12 hours .If the Portuguese still don't arrive by then, this well-rehearsed scene will become a complete joke. We! will become a joke!"

"Uh... Excluding the width of the atoll belt, the Portuguese actually only need to sail 380 kilometers in 36 hours. The average speed is less than 6 knots, it should be... no problem, right?"

Matilier happened to pass by, and when he heard their topic, he raised his head and looked at the sky coldly: "Of course there is no problem if the Portuguese keep chasing, but the key is that the Sunflower rushed into the atoll too early and at too high a speed." Hurry up. The Portuguese will not see her sails at all, how likely is it to bite all the way to the atoll?"

"So little Dylan screwed up?"

It was only then that Lei realized that he had completely forgotten to consider the wishes of the Portuguese. He always felt...they needed the Portuguese to chase them over, and the Portuguese should honestly chase them over...

So even he became irritable.

"Oh my god! Why didn't I have to think about so many problems when I followed the captain in the direct fleet to find trouble with pirates? Why did we suddenly feel that there were problems everywhere when it was our turn to design the battlefield!"

"Because you are a group of lucky rookies." Martyril snorted, "It's useless to talk! While there is still time, I want to check the status of the artillery again, so as not to misfire when the battle comes..."

"Isn't it amazing to have participated in a so-called sea battle!" Lei E looked fiercely at the back of the Frenchman, "The Chesapeake Bay sea battle was ruined by two old antiques. They didn't even dare to dismantle the battle line from beginning to end. It’s so good to get together, and not a single ship sinks!”

"French pig, you are one of the cowards hiding in the battle line! What's so great about participating in such a naval battle..."

"Shut up, Ray!" Turner sternly interrupted Lei's provocation, "Matilier is telling the truth, and he also confessed his nervousness. We are indeed a group of rookies on the battlefield, and he is also a rookie..."

...

Nervous and flustered, the small special service formation was divided into two places, and everyone felt the torment of the soul and the mockery of the God of Time.

Turner tore off his 69th marker sheet, Ray made his own quill, Martyril completed the sixth round of inspections for all guns,

Adria forgot to correct the direction reference to Mirai when submitting.

Sanmei Xiao finished copying the "Tao Te Ching", and ran to the kitchen to prepare tea eggs for Pierce; Observing the astrology under the sun; Freeman dispatched three ships, but the Sunflower hit the tail of the new generation.

And Pierce, who sat cross-legged and lonely on the figurehead, with the command knife Lorraine gave him and the skinning knife his father left on his lap.

He wiped the shiny blades with a silk cloth over and over again, and whispered softly: "Father, brother, bless me..."

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the lookout of the Mirai shouted the final warning: "Open sea area 1 km ahead, exit!"

Pierce and Freemany looked in the direction of the exit at the same time, and said in unison on the Future and the New Generation: "The lookout pays attention to the frontal sector, the deck is in place, the sails are in place, the helmsman is in place. Heading twelve o'clock, half sail, Cut the wind and move forward!"

"Course twelve o'clock, left rudder five degrees!"

"Speed-up alert, all crew members are on alert level 3, and irrelevant personnel leave the deck!"

"Raise the sails!"

Meanwhile, on board the Dame.

Adria stared wide-eyed at the distant sea at two o'clock on the Future, which was the farthest direction from the Lady.

The sail shadow is bulging and jumping out of the sea level...

"Enemy... Enemy trace!" He roared towards the deck, "Future found the Portuguese sail shadow at two o'clock! The distance from me is 51 kilometers, and the relative speed is 8.5 knots. High-speed dash!"

"The enemy fleet is confirmed! The Saint of the Fernandez Chamber of Commerce, the Crusader, the Gaias Chamber of Commerce's Beautiful Life, and there is no record of a fifth-level Galen ship!"

"No record?" Turner and Ray looked at each other in doubt.

"It's Mombasa's navy ship!" Martyril strode towards the gun bay, and the voice of broken thoughts came to Turner's ears through the wind, "Fucking navy, damn navy. How dare they intervene in slaves so early?" The merchant's revenge, this is how much he usually eats!"

It was only then that Turner suddenly realized: "Navy...veteran! The other party is a veteran!"

"So the Portuguese have actually arrived long ago. They just stayed where we couldn't observe, leaving an acceleration distance for the assault..." He gritted his teeth, "We made it self-defeating, this is a A real raid!"

"Lei, go to the helm!" He stood up abruptly, and shouted with all his strength, "The enemy has been found! Everyone is in position, first-level combat readiness!"

Level 1 is the highest level. In the sailing code issued by the Drake General Chamber of Commerce, even the normal combat state is only level 2. Only in high-risk and emergency situations can the supreme commander at that time be able to activate level 1 combat readiness. .

So this sound woke up the entire Ladyship!

"Confirm, find the enemy's trace, level one combat readiness!"

"Release the rudder lock, No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4 anchor chain recovery! The Lady's anchor!"

"Drop the launch boat and untie the freeboard! All debris should be discarded!"

"The deck is in place, the sails are in place, the rudder is in place, and the gun ports are in place! Roll call at each post, and spare sailors go to the restaurant to collect their weapons and wait for dispatch!"

"Set the sails to the mast! Horizontal sails, longitudinal sails, bow sails, catch the wind, and confirm the heading to the northeast!"

"Course to the northeast, turn the truss!"

"Pansos, mainmast, St. George, mizzen! Raise the flag!"

"Rudder position roll alert! Full starboard rudder, the hull turns!"

"Full right rudder, turn!"

"Decree of the acting captain, the seafarers designate the sequence of agents, and all personnel check the fastening rope!"

"Open the sails and move forward at full speed, the Lady will join the battle!"

"Dame, set sail, set sail!"