Chapter 390: I also want to go to sea

Chapter 390 I want to go to sea too

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Soon, the English navy didn't explain anything, and started shelling in one go. The sound of "rumbling—" shelling was heard endlessly on the sea, and white smoke began to cover the sea and occupy the territory.

In this regard, the Portuguese merchant ships had no choice but to fight back, but the English navy hit more and less, bullied the small with the big, and suppressed the number of artillery, which made the Portuguese miserable.

In less than ten minutes, one Portuguese merchant ship was destroyed, two were hit, and the other two saw that the situation was not good, and immediately prepared to flee the battlefield in fear, but the English navy directly surrounded the entire sea, and the chance of escape was very small .

Half an hour later, four Portuguese merchant ships hoisted the white flag and surrendered.

And then Colonel Charles let out a breath of anger in his heart, and the whole person relaxed.

"Send someone to take over the four 'pirate ships', get some wine, and celebrate!"

Charles watched the four poles raise the white flag high, with a smile on his face, and ordered.

"My lord, the owners of the three ships we rescued came to thank you!" Suddenly, a sailor appeared beside him and said.

"Oh! Really? Let them come over!" Colonel Charles agreed very neatly.

Afterwards, Hawkins boarded the battleship with a few people and a small box.

While walking, Hawkins looked around with eager eyes.

"This is a warship, and this is the mount that a man should ride!"

Soon, Hawkins saw Colonel Charles with short flaxen hair and bronze skin.

"This is the knight conferred by our King of England himself, Commander of the Irish Fleet of the English Navy, the heroic and fearless Sir Charles!"

The adjutant on the side led them to Colonel Charles and introduced them in person.

"Hello, Your Excellency Sir!" Hawkins bent down and said in salute.

"Your Excellency, this is the owner of the prestigious Hawkins family in the southwest of England—Mr. John Hawkins!"

"Oh?" Charles took a careful look at the man in his twenties after hearing his adjutant's introduction, and nodded.

The Hawkins family has a great reputation throughout the southwestern counties of England, and their wealth is also frightening. Even the previous family head once represented the city of Plymouth and attended Congress.

Moreover, the relationship between the entire Hawkins family on the seas of England is intricate, with connections all over the southwestern counties, comparable to some nobles.

In the Irish Sea area under his jurisdiction, the Hawkins family is a topic that cannot be avoided.

No wonder there is a representative of these three merchant ships, and they all belong to his family.

Colonel Charles thought for a moment, then with a smile on his face, he said softly:

"It turned out to be the head of the Hawkins family. Just now I wondered who these large merchant ships belonged to?"

Regarding Colonel Charles’s compliment, Hawkins waved his hands again and again, and said modestly:

"This is just a false name. Where is Your Excellency famous? Your reputation of bravely attacking the French Navy has spread all over England. It is an honor to meet you today!"

Although the Hawkins family is very powerful, it is still not enough compared to Colonel Charles who controls a fleet.

"This is a thank you gift for the rescue of you and the entire fleet, please subordinate!"

Then, Hawkins took a step to the left, revealing the small box behind him, Hawkins nodded, and the box was opened, revealing golden gold coins.

Many sailors showed demented expressions, addicted to it and couldn't extricate themselves.

And Charles narrowed his eyes suddenly, he didn't know what was on his face.

Seeing this, Hawkins smiled inwardly, and retreated quietly.

Just as he was about to leave the deck, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Mr. Hawkins, I don't know, do you accept old ships?"

Hawkins' ears moved, and a faint smile appeared on his face, making it difficult to see clearly.

...

A day later, Hawkins returned to Plymouth Harbor, the stronghold of their Hawkins family, with four Portuguese merchant ships and his own three ships full of goods.

It is empty when you go out, but it is full of goods and gold coins when you come back.

The ginger, sugar, animal skins and other supplies purchased from Spain were quickly sold out by John Hawkins through the family channel.

After all, these are the most popular commodities in England, and they are very sought after by the English people.

These goods brought John Hawkins an income of 500 pounds, plus 3,800 pounds from the slave trade, his income reached 4,300 pounds.

The income of this month is equal to the profit of the previous half year.

With the return of the sailors, the news that John Hawkins earned more than 4,000 pounds a month by selling black slaves immediately spread throughout the port of Plymouth.

spread throughout Devon, then to the South West, and then slowly to the whole of England.

In a tavern, it was full of drunkards and some caring people.

"Kang Dang—" A middle-aged man with a rosy nose and a messy beard and hair, he slammed a large glass of beer on the wine table, took a sip, and then casually wiped his beard. drink, and said aloud:

"You don't know how disgusting those black people are. They cut off the heads of my buddies and ate the meat from their bodies. There was bright blood at the corners of their mouths, shreds of meat on their teeth, and red eyes..."

As his voice fell, the entire tavern fell silent, and everyone was listening to what he said, with their ears pricked up.

"I couldn't help it at the time, picked up my sword, took a quick step, and knocked down the black man who was eating his thigh, and then slashed left and right..."

Following his words, everyone's emotions were completely driven in, with ups and downs.

"Okay, that's all for today! I just happened to be thirsty too!" The sailor said softly after taking a sip of the wine in front of him.

"Braun, tell me, did Mr. John really earn more than 4,000 pounds?"

At this time, in the crowd, a man with a bare upper body, with inexplicable emotions on his face, seemed a little excited and embarrassed.

Others supported one after another, asking repeatedly and echoing.

"Indeed, it's true!" Braun nodded and said, "If I don't make any money, how can I have spare money to come here to drink with everyone?"

Following Braun's confirmation, there was a sound of breathing in the entire tavern.

It’s too shocking, 4,000 pounds a month, 12 months a year, so it’s about 40,000 pounds.

This is much easier than doing business cost-effective!

The people sitting there were thinking inexplicably in their hearts, and some of them moved suddenly and went back to report to their masters.

However, a thought suddenly rose in everyone's mind: I also want to go to sea to catch black slaves

(end of this chapter)