December 17, 1778.

In the deep winter, the once busy route of Kantabren has become colder as the season has been.

Christmas is coming, sailors want to reunite with their families, and dock workers are unwilling to work hard.

From December onwards, the cost of installation and shipping will increase exponentially, and the closer it is to Christmas, the more outrageous this price is.

Therefore, December is the annual off-season for shipping. In this month, most small chambers of commerce will be suspended. Large chambers of commerce with abundant staff will also actively reduce their capacity and arrange rotational rest for their employees to win people's hearts.

However, this year's off-season is even less frequent than in previous years, and there is almost no ship seen on the prosperous route.

The war is near the end.

The news that the British and French Chamber of Commerce was about to fight was spread by the ulterior motives of the English, so that rumors were everywhere, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Many people chose to wait and see, stop the business on the route early, and give up the vast sea area to the two protagonists of the incident.

But there are also profit-willed independent pirates who want to take advantage of the chaos to get a share of the pie.

In two days, Lorraine repelled three raids, and Kirk-type accidentally injured one, and there were no casualties, and the impact on the speed was almost gone.

Anyway, their speed is slow.

No one paid attention to these annoying little sharks, the final battle was about to begin, they just wanted to know when it would start.

God overlooks this blue ocean from the high clouds.

The wind is southwest and west, and there is a fleet of ships close to the edge of the Celtic Sea, which is Lorraine's Trojan fleet.

At ten o'clock, twenty-five kilometers away from him, another fleet that was larger in scale but also advanced at a speed was Longssa's main fleet.

The two fleets formed two fulcrums of an unequal triangle. As for the third fulcrum of this triangle, it was a strange strange ship.

It is a roughly modified Brigentina.

The gun doors on both sides of the left and right sides were wide open, and thick wooden poles like oars extended from the gun door, tied up two rows of wide and large rafts, which looked like sailboats that had long been eliminated by history, and like split boats dedicated to special fields in later generations.

All the sail ropes were also untied on the ship, and the foremast was still there, half of the breeze was blowing forward, and the main mast was removed from the sail, and a very particularly high super mast was tied to a height of 39 meters.

The 39-meter-high mast is generally used on the mainmasts of the standard Class 4 Garen cruiser. It is actually not beneficial at all.

It is expensive and heavy. Even if it does not hang sails, it will damage the center of gravity of the hull and make Brigentina unable to sail stably.

But the boat was used just like that, and the super mast base was only roughly fixed to the main deck with almost no support. It was tightly entangled with the original main mast with dense cables.

The ship is called Hyacinth.

Half a month ago, she was still the property of the Yodel Chamber of Commerce. After the encounter, the Baron gave up the redemption. Lorraine spent 3,000 pounds to buy her and bought the fourth Brigentina for the Drake Chamber of Commerce.

But she was not organized into any fleet. From the day she became the wealth of the Chamber of Commerce, she stopped in the dock of Port Sail and secretly handed over this thankless modification to Karen's old friends, which became Lorraine's backing for concealing everyone.

The temporary captain of the Momo Hyacinth was Pierce. Every sailor on the ship followed Lorraine to take risks in Herbasi, gaining benefits, and being loyal to the Drake Chamber of Commerce.

They hid in the dock for more than half a month until Ronsa led his main fleet out of the Sylee Islands, and then took advantage of the night to steal out of Plymouts Bay and became the Eye of God who Lorraine monitored the entire battlefield.

Pierce was holding a viewing glass in his hand, and was shaking and standing on the top observation deck.

He was more than thirty kilometers away from both fleets, hiding the Hyacinth deep under sea level.

However, with the special height of the additional mast, he could easily monitor the entire sea surface and observe the movements of the two fleets at any time according to his needs.

He devoted most of his energy to Longsai's main fleet.

After sailing for two days and nights, the fleet was scattered and calm, and there was no warning that they might be attacked. In fact, they were not attacked by any hostile forces along the way.

The calm made Pierce uneasy, worried that Lorraine would shoot himself in the foot.

If the Desai Chamber of Commerce really valued Yacharin, the heir with an outrageous ranking, and if Vilan could not withstand the pressure of the Chamber of Commerce, and really accepted Yacharin's suggestion, gave up the gold weapon, and sneak attacked Lorraine, then Lorraine's plan would be completely ruined.

He could only leave the empty Kirk-shaped body and flee into the Celtic Sea. While avoiding the battle, he also gave up the fame he had earned for his life.

The price is too high!

Suppressing the worries in his heart, Pierce responsibly monitored the movements of the main fleet.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, he finally saw the fleet in chaos, and the sail shadows flashed farther away. A large group of warships bulged from the upper vents and rushed towards him in a brisk manner!

Pierce locked the Reindeer!

He clenched his fists excitedly: "Good, Admiral Desai, that's it! Yacharin has broken up your family, why should you obey his arrangements and get out for him! Good!"

He jumped off the mast and shouted loudly: "Breaking the balance raft and dropping the additional mast! I'll go to the Butterfly Flower to inform the news, Hyacinth, return!"

All crew members knew the true meaning of this string of commands.

For a moment, a roaring cheer sounded on the Hyacinth: "Long live Drake!"

...

Not long after, Butterfly Flower.

"Spru of Latin Sail! Get close quickly at twelve o'clock! Lorraine, little Pierce is here!"

Henna's voice came from the observation deck, Lorraine was shocked and immediately ordered: "Abandon the Kirk type, turn the fleet, heading at twelve o'clock!"

This is the order that everyone has been waiting for!

The Kirk-type sailor immediately regained the sails, put down the boat, and rowed at his corresponding Brigentina as fast as possible.

After accepting the sailors, seven slender warships rose up their sails, turned the bow, and met the galloping Spruce at the fastest speed.

The sailors on the ship soon saw the small Spruce ship.

The Spruce type is the most common small clutch in the offshore area. The standard structure is a sloop sail, which can maintain efficiency and stability in tailwinds and crosswinds with the advantages of light, small and long.

This Spruce, which was specially used for communication, further installed a top sail and a bow-mast sail, and even replaced the main sail with a Latin spinnade that was cumbersome but more suitable for wind-cutting.

These high-speed sail suits designed by Karen have made her speed in crosswinds reach an astonishing ten knots.

In addition, Lorraine's fleet approached each other, and the distance between the two sides took less than an hour to meet.

Pierce climbed the Butterfly Flower like a clever monkey. He didn't even have time to breathe, so he shouted at Lorraine.

"Brother, the French fleet launched a raid from the upper vent, and Ronza Roy was cut off without any defense!"

“Where is the location?”

"Ten o'clock to eleven o'clock, twenty kilometers away from water!"

"Thank you for your hard work..." Lorraine waved her hand, closed her eyes and thought for a while, "Send the order, the fleet will circumnate and break into the battlefield from the north. The decisive battle has begun, let's teach the French a lesson."

His orders were converted into flagstones at the first time, and the entire fleet was shouting.

"decisive battle!"

"Go around the north and raid the battlefield!"

"The admiral has an order, go forward at full speed!"

"Go ahead! England, go forward!"
Chapter completed!