Chapter 92

"Anchor the whole ship!"

"Anchor!"

"The rudder is full! Turn the bow!"

"Full left rudder, turn the bow!"

"Stand by!"

The shouts were heard in Westport, Southampton.

With the order, the 13 warships belonging to the Trojan horse sub fleet of the joint fleet slowly withdrew from the anchor wharf after reorganization. With the wave, they turned their bow in the broad Bay and pointed obliquely to the blue sea of Dover Strait.

The wind is flat and the waves are quiet.

The flagship butterfly flower sent out a series of flags. The sailors of the surrounding ships shouted and ran on the deck to convey the orders in the same way.

Sail in position.

Helmsman in position.

Deck in position.

Lookout in position.

Lorraine held his arms and looked coolly at the vast sea. In his ears, Karen shouted, "the wind is southwest and West, four knots, seaworthy!"

"It seems that the weather is good." he smiled inexplicably. "Send orders to all ships, half hang horizontal sails, close vertical sails, and travel along the coastline. Target... Cantabrian."

The fleet set sail, slowly and orderly lined up in a double V-shaped procession, with brigantin in front, Kirk behind, and the butterfly fell at the end. Under the eyes of countless people, it drove out of the serene Solent gorge.

On a terrace facing the sea, Lonza put down his single mirror, frowned and puzzled.

John Roy stirred his tea slowly and asked softly, "gone?"

"Let's go." Lonza sat opposite old John and took a sip from his tea cup. "Uncle John, I can't see Lorraine Drake's mind."

"You don't understand?"

"I don't understand." Lonza answered honestly, "he is excellent, and there is a strong Drake family behind him. Even if the offshore business road doesn't work, he can transform ocean trade with abundant capital. In fact, this transformation may not take him a few years at all."

"But he didn't do that." Lonza scratched his head impatiently and stared at John in a daze. "He used valuable goods as bait and threw himself into danger. The price he paid has far exceeded the value of a Galen destroyer. Why!"

"Why?" old John put down his teacup and smiled disdainfully. "Do you think Drake really came up with this plan?"

"Isn't it...?"

"He's just an 18-year-old!" old John laughed three times. "He's young and brave. I admit that he's an excellent soldier once in a century. Even compared with his ancestor Francis Drake, he won't be inferior in talent."

"However, the plan is not a battle." he stood up and faced the sea. "The plan is wisdom, a guess of the people's hearts, and a fermentation of knowledge and experience. An 18-year-old youth can't make a qualified plan, which was made by Jero minder."

"Jero Mindel?"

"I ask you, if this battle is successful, what can Drake get?"

Lonza thought carefully and said, "he will gain unparalleled reputation and become a well deserved leader in the offshore business circle."

"Is he alone?"

"Of course..." Lonza suddenly realized, "alliance of three chambers of Commerce!"

Old John nodded happily: "By forcing Yodel chamber of Commerce and erera chamber of Commerce to withdraw from the so-called hunting alliance, minder, shaklin and Drake have become one in everyone's eyes. Therefore, Drake's victory is minder's victory, but... Because minder is not on the battlefield, Drake's failure is only Drake's failure."

Enjoying the continuous hills of Solent gorge, he praised with emotion: "taking the minimum risk and winning the maximum profit is Jero minder's real plan. Once successful, he will replace us and realize the long cherished wish in his heart for many years."

"Why did Drake help him? No, I should say, why would Drake be willing to be driven by him?"

"Because of deception, my kind Lonza. Although I don't know how they communicate, I can guess."

Old John narrowed his eyes and stretched out a finger at Lonza: "Lorraine Drake was young and vigorous. He was chased by the French and nearly survived, so he had hatred in his heart. Mindel could seize this point, amplify the value of the reindeer, turn her from an ordinary Galen drive ship into a trophy, and wash away the shame of the warriors."

Old John stretched out a second finger: "But there are risks in such a battle. Drake's family is behind Drake, so we can't take risks casually, so minder came up with the second idea, gold. Minder asked Drake to put the gold in the safe main fleet. Whether the plan is successful or not, the chamber of Commerce will not hurt the muscles and bones. Even if Lorraine Drake dies, the Drake family can let others take over The chamber of Commerce will not harm the interests of the family. "

"Without worries, the courage of a young man is naturally instigated into recklessness. He can be reckless, because every young man... Thinks he has God's care."

Hearing this, Lonza was thrilled and obedient. Unconsciously, he lowered his head and said in a pious voice, "uncle, I need your guidance."

"Just follow the plan, my child." old John came back and pressed Lonza's shoulder, "but you don't have to work hard. The peace in Europe won't last long, and the French can't occupy Cantabrian forever. Your responsibility is not to damage the red haired Sudan. She is our lifeblood and hope for a comeback."

"Yes..."

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The wind was average, and there was a slow Kirk drag. It took the Trojan fleet a day to drive out of the English channel, South, along the edge of the Celtic Sea and towards the Iberian Peninsula.

According to the established plan, the main fleet led by Lonza should also set sail from the sily Islands southwest of Cape Ranz at this time, 25 kilometers apart and fall in the direction of 10 o'clock of the Trojan horse.

This distance was invisible to the height of the main mast of the butterfly, so Lorraine couldn't verify it with his own eyes.

But he also left behind in Plymouth. Not long ago, a clipper caught up with him and clearly told him that Lonza set sail, with the exact position and speed.

After learning the news, Lorraine called Levin and Yassin to the butterfly to hold a meeting and officially informed them of the real plan.

"Lonza will fall into the trap of Veron." at the beginning, Lorraine said surprisingly.

Levin and Yassin were shocked by Lorraine's opening remarks. They all looked dull. You looked at me, I looked at you, and another looked at Lorraine.

Preach, teach, dispel doubts.

"Don't look at me like that, my friends." Lorraine shrugged innocently. "I'm not familiar with Mr. Roy, and I don't like Roy's chamber of Commerce. The red haired Sultan is the key to this war. I dare to hope for her only if she falls into the trap of the French and has no way to escape."

Levin said, "Lorraine, what makes you think that villen will ambush Lonza?"

"Because the red haired Sultan is there, half the elite of English offshore merchants are there, and the gold articles worth tens of thousands of pounds are there."

"But the French don't know that the gold is in ronza's hand!"

"I'm sorry, they know." Lorraine raised his hand and called acharin. "Villen has an accurate source. I'm sure they know where the gold is."

"Your sailor..." Yassin glared and took out his sword with a clang. "Is he a traitor?"

Lolin smiled Yingying, protected acharin behind him, pushed aside the sword edge and said, "take it easy, Yassin."

"Acharin was a key part of the real plan. It was through his efforts that we were able to get rid of the identity of the bait. The identity of the Trojan horse changed from the moment Lonza drove out of the sily islands."

"The plan remains unchanged and the role changes. Gentlemen, we will rely on the struggle of Mr. Lonza Roy to reach the door of... Victory that was once out of reach."