My British Empire

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"Today is really boring!" Colonel Charles lay on the deck boredly, opened his eyes slightly, looked at the clear blue sky, and muttered softly.

"Are you talking about catching some pirates? There is a small pirate who doesn't even have a bird. Did you drive a few boats out to fish?"

Charles jumped up suddenly, looked at the undulating sea, and shouted, there was an unspeakable depression inside.

On the other hand, the sailors looked at their boss shouting like crazy, and were silent to each other.

"Ou~Ou~Ou~" A white seagull spread its wings and screamed a few times, showing its presence, and directly hit Colonel Charles in the face.

This made the bronze-skinned Mr. Colonel turn red with anger, his eyes widened, watching the seagull gradually approaching him, biting his lips urgently.

Everyone knows that his boss is already angry.

And at this moment, the seagull dropped a white bomb with perfect precision about ten feet above Charles's head.

So, what appeared in front of everyone was this image: the bronze-skinned Colonel Charles, looking up at the sky, with a lump of white on his short flaxen hair, which looked smooth, soft and caring.

"Damn it, I'm so pissed off! I'm so pissed off!" Colonel Charles was stunned for a moment, and then from his face to his neck, it became black and red. If you look carefully, you can still see faint green veins.

Colonel Charles recklessly pulled out his saber from the ground, and slashed at the sky above him.

"I'm going to kill you, kill you! You trash, trash!"

His Excellency the Colonel's words were heard in everyone's ears verbatim, and the expressions of the sailors changed suddenly.

Although in name Colonel Charles scolded seagulls, everyone knew in their hearts that Mr. Colonel scolded Colonel James, the baron who later became the commander of the English Channel Fleet.

After the English Navy was established by Henry VIII, the Navy Bureau was established to preside over everything, including armaments, docks, and finances.

Then, the navy has three fleets.

One is active in the Hofton Sea and the North Sea, with a base in Yarmouth; one controls the English Channel, with a base in Portsmouth; one establishes the Irish Sea, and controls the entire waters of the island of Ireland.

Colonel Charles was only knighted, and he was only the commander of the Irish Fleet. Compared with the crucial English Channel Fleet, the Irish Fleet was incomparable.

Under normal circumstances, the English Channel is the boss of the three major fleets, and commanding them is a due practice.

But today, our majestic Irish Fleet Commander was asked by Colonel James to conduct patrols between Ireland and the English Channel to search for pirates.

To this day, Charles still remembers the face of Colonel James at the moment they met.

It was a smirk, hypocrisy, hypocrisy, and even a shameful expression, asking himself to go on patrol, and in his words, there was an appearance of being for England and His Majesty the King.

Waving the saber in his hand, Colonel Charles became more and more angry, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

"Kill you hypocrite, kill you shameful person, kill you! Hack you..."

Colonel Charles' voice became louder and louder, shouting and fighting without any scruples.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency Commander!" At this moment, Mr. Colonel, who was a little confused, suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

He stopped gradually, shook his head, and faltered.

The chief mate who was shouting at the side hurried over and helped Mr. Colonel, who was a little down, to barely stand up.

"What's the matter?" Charles felt his head was a little dizzy, and his arms were numb.

He opened his eyes, looked at the first officer who was supporting him, and asked.

"Your Excellency, it seems that there are a few merchant ships from our England in front of us, and they are being chased by a group of Portuguese merchant ships. What do you think should be done?"

The first officer frowned, glanced at Colonel Charles, hesitated for a while, and then spoke.

"What, I didn't expect that there are people who are not afraid of death and offend my territory. It's really Satan possessed, and the devil is alive!"

Colonel Charles pushed away the first mate who was helping him, squinted his eyes, looked at the black spots that were getting closer, and yelled loudly.

"Everyone, all in place, move forward to the left!"

As Colonel Charles yelled, the "Henry VII" under his feet immediately started to move, and the five or six warships of three to four hundred tons around heard the voice from the flagship, and also began to turn their rudders to the ship. Drive to the left.

"Your Excellency, Captain, look, the front seems to be our navy of England!"

Hawkins stared at the monoculars with a serious face, and looked at the five merchant ships chasing after him, regretting in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after they robbed a merchant ship that seemed to be alone, less than half an hour later, five merchant ships with a size of more than a hundred tons appeared, as if their sons were dead, and they were facing them. There was a burst of shelling.

Afterwards, Hawkins and others ran for their lives in a hurry, their speed was almost at the limit, but the group of damned Portuguese were still chasing after them, and they looked like they would not give up if they failed to achieve their goals, which caused Hawkins a headache.

What made him even more distressed was that his main ship "Samonge" was hit twice by a cannon ball, and a large hole was broken in the ship's side and deck.

"What? England's fleet!" Surprise immediately appeared on Hawkins' face, and he immediately turned his head to look over.

Sure enough, six warships flying the flag of England sailed in front of him on the right, and he was saved.

"We are safe, safe!" Hawkins said excitedly, "Hurry up and let everyone know, if we go faster, we will be saved soon!"

As the notification was passed down, several ships ran faster, and the distance from the English Navy got closer, and the figures on board could be seen.

"Outflank the past and surround me with those Portuguese!"

Colonel Charles didn't even look at Hawkins and the others, and then commanded his fleet to surround six Portuguese merchant ships.

"Your Excellency, the other side is explaining that they are chasing pirates, and those three ships are all pirate ships!"

The sailor on the side suddenly came over and said to Charles.

"Tell them, I didn't see it. I only saw six Portuguese pirate ships chasing three English merchant ships. As the English navy, we have an obligation to fight pirates!"

Charles sneered, looking at the six Portuguese merchant ships with a relatively deep draft, all of them had green eyes.

He is determined to eat this batch of fat sheep.

After eating this wave, the food of their Irish fleet will definitely improve a lot, and they will still have a few gold coins in their pockets.