With Álvaro's composure, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart after listening to the first mate's report. www.biquge.info He couldn't imagine how the enemy could have scuttled all the battleships overnight without them even noticing.

"No wait. The order was given, and all of them abandoned the ship and quickly left the place in a small boat. "Alvaro is a veteran, decisive and unobtrusive.

"Yes!" The first mate gave a military salute neatly and turned to leave.

Álvaro stood on the bow deck, his posture erect, his brow tightly knit and not letting go at all.

"The enemy has set up such a poisonous plan, and he will definitely not be without a backhand." He ordered to flee in a small boat, but it was just a fluke.

Álvaro, who has been fighting all his life, knows that the battlefield is often like this, and the more he is lucky about what will not happen, the more it will happen. Thinking about the worst situation has long been the instinct of the battlefield general.

The problem is that in the vast sea, there is no second way out. Álvaro's deep gaze seemed to be able to see the bloody battlefield.

Ten minutes later, thousands of spare boats were hoisted from the galleon, and the sailors were busy carrying some of the necessities of survival onto the boats.

The NPC army is bound by military discipline, and most of them can still maintain their composure, and under the command of their respective captains, they board the small ships in an orderly manner.

Adventure players are different, there are more people, and it is inevitable that there will be crowding and queue cutting. Those with a little sailing knowledge know that the emergency boats equipped with galleons are simply not enough to fit all the crew.

Not to mention, some of the small boats also carry supplies.

Therefore, even if you squeeze and squeeze, there will still be some people who will not be able to board the boat. There is still a glimmer of life when boarding a small boat, and those who do not board it must be unable to escape death.

Few people can remain calm in the face of death threats. Compared to the NPC army, adventurers are more desperate for their lives, and being reincarnated once is equivalent to returning to the pre-liberation period overnight.

The further you go to the back, the more chaotic the order of the scene becomes.

Seeing that the boats were filled one after another, the people who were still on the deck could no longer keep their composure. Pushing, crowding, shouting, and even fighting, staged on the big ships.

In addition to the adventure players, even the sailors on the ship panicked, and they no longer had the heart to work, and joined the ranks of the competition for the boat.

There was a panic at the scene.

"Fuck off, untouchables!"

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, this shout is still very harsh.

I saw a Spanish galleon on the left, a young adventurer with a gloomy expression holding a thin sword, pierced a middle-aged sailor in front of him, and killed him on the spot.

Blood flowed all over the deck, unusually glaring.

The young man drew his Spanish rappier and wiped it nonchalantly against the sailor's corpse before retracting it. When the sailors around him saw this, their eyes flashed with anger, and anger was mixed with fear.

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Seeing that the other sailors were looking over, the cold young man did not think that he had done anything wrong, but instead scolded loudly: "What do you see, what qualifications do you untouchables have to rank ahead of us?" ”

I have to say that so far the game has been running, there are still many players who do not treat NPCs as human beings. In their eyes, these NPCs are nothing more than a bunch of data, and if you kill them, you kill them, and what's the big deal.

In front of NPC sailors, the player feels superior.

Therefore, other players not only did not condemn the actions of the cold youth, but followed suit. The light ones pushed the sailors in front of the platoon away, and the heavy ones directly faced each other.

Even if some players disagree, they will only make a lot of money at this time, and they will not come forward to stop it.

How these sailors are the opponents of adventure players, let alone them, even if the NPC soldiers are in individual combat power, it is difficult to match the adventure players at this time.

With the connivance of well-intentioned people, in less than ten minutes, more than 20 sailors fell in pools of blood, and countless people were seriously wounded, and the crowded line immediately became refreshed.

This act finally provoked the anger of the public.

Sailors are also human beings, and in the event of life and death, they will also burst out with extraordinary power.

"Brothers, fight with them!" A man raised his club.

"Fight, they don't give us a way to live, and don't want to leave alive, it's a big deal to die together!" Not being able to board the ship is a dead end, so why are the sailors afraid to fight the player?!

The scuffle on the deck began here.

Players and sailors fight together, and although the sailors suffer heavy casualties, it is inevitable that some players will be killed by sailors in the chaos of war. In this way, it aroused the anger in the hearts of players.

Early in the morning, the huge frustration has overwhelmed them, and now even this group of "untouchables" dare to resist, how not to make the players angry.

Some players who were still a little hesitant joined the battle group one after another.

As a result, the group of sailors suffered heavy casualties. The small-scale riots gradually turned into a large-scale infighting. There is even an embarrassing confrontation between the players and the sailors who have already boarded the ship.

The two groups were completely separated.

It was an NPC soldier, who saw his compatriots being brutally killed, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. If it weren't for the officer's intervention, I'm afraid it would have turned into an even greater civil strife.

When Álvaro got the news, his beard trembled with anger, at this time, this group of strangers is still so unscrupulous, it is really unreasonable, and the bastard is extremely bastard.

"Let those bastards stop, or don't blame me for being unkind." Álvaro's face was gloomy.

"Understood!" The first mate stepped back in embarrassment.

The constraints imposed on players by the Combined Fleet Command are almost zero, and adventurers are willing to go on expeditions. Now the only people who can restrain this group of players are the lord players and the guild leader.

For this farce, the lord players are also very dissatisfied. Those sailors are their people, not cabbage, and they are harvested by the guild players like this, how not to be angry.

At this moment, a bearded player suddenly stood up and shouted, "Bunnies, stop when you've had enough, don't go too far!" ”

Under the action of the majestic fighting spirit, a huge sound spread throughout the sea at once.

Strange to say, it was just such a roar that most players stopped with amusement and quickly left the battlefield. The frightened sailor naturally didn't have the courage to continue entanglement, silently retreated to the side, licking his wounds.

Just because the bearded man is none other than the head of the first guild in Spain [Madrid Mercenary Group], and he is also the number one master in Spain - Pepe.

In the Spanish adventure player community, Pepe's prestige is still very high, and most players are willing to give Pepe a face and stop there.

Because of Pepe's appearance, the whole thing just went away.

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Over time, the cabin flooded faster and faster. The galleons continued to sink, and the speed of sinking was obviously accelerating, and whirlpools had begun to form on the surface of the sea.

"Quick, retreat immediately, leave the supplies alone!"

Álvaro jumped into a small boat and gave an emergency military order.

"Withdraw, the whirlpool is about to take shape!"

"Quick, row, !!"

Armaro didn't need to be reminded that more than 1,500 small ships of the First Combat Group had already begun to flee in a hurry. Sailors with a modicum of common sense know what a catastrophe it can be for a small boat once the whirlpool is fully formed.

On the vast sea, there is such a scene of sea wonders.

One galleon after another, like a giant beast trapped in a swamp, quickly sank to the bottom of the sea. First the hull, then the deck, and finally even the mast and the fine sails disappeared into the sea.

Along with the glory of the Spanish Armada disappeared.

On the surface of the sea, there are whirlpools of water one after another, strung together, like ripples caused by rain falling into a pond. It's just that this ripple is unusually big and extremely dangerous.

The dense boats were crowded around the perimeter of the whirlpool, so frightened and helpless. Players on the boat are filled with desperation, and last night they were dreaming of defeating the ocean-going fleet and defending the glory of their country.

When he woke up, he had become a lost dog.

The huge gap, the heavy blow, made the proud Spaniard numb. Even a meritorious general like Álvaro could not arouse the morale of the soldiers.

Half an hour later, the battle reports of the other battle clusters were reported to the shabby "headquarters".

In Spanish maritime communications, a white seagull was used to deliver letters. Therefore, even in the event of such a big change, the communication between the battle clusters can still be unimpeded.

Reading the war report, Alvaro's mood sank to the bottom.

Not only the first battle cluster, but also the second, third, and fourth battle clusters are playing out the same scene. Only the 5th Combat Group, which served as a reserve, was spared for the time being.

The Fifth Battle Group was only a reserve, and there were less than twenty Spanish galleons, and the rest were Clark galleons and miscellaneous galleons.

Before the war, Álvaro did not think about joining the fifth battle cluster. The current Fifth Battle Cluster suddenly seemed to be the only hope for the entire Invincible Armada.

Under the unified command of Álvaro, more than 6,000 small ships from the four battle clusters assembled to the fifth battle cluster to seek refuge.

Such a small boat can be overturned by a slight tsunami.

"I hope we can send these sons back home safely!" Álvaro was so emotional.

Álvaro is not unaware that the fifth battle cluster survived, and there may be something strange in it. It's just that he has no choice now, and this kind of aggrieved battle makes him very helpless.

It's like the enemy has set a trap that you know is a trap and you have to drill into it. It is only because there is a bait in the trap that gives people hope.

This is the brilliance of the Shanhai City Ocean Fleet's tactics, in Zheng He's words, "The Fifth Battle Cluster is a bait that gathers all the Spanish fleets together and then catches them all." ”