What is the most important quality for a gambler?

Some people will say it is "luck", others will say it is "will leave if you win".

But a real gambler will only lose because of bad luck, and will not win because of good luck. If they win, they will only think that they are capable.

As for "leave if you win"? Such a person is not even a qualified gambler. A real gambler will throw the money he won as a bet money until he loses completely.

Gamblers think that the most important ability at the gambling table is to seize the opportunity. A skilled gamblers can seize the fleeting opportunity, and at the same time they must have the courage to put all the gambling money into one breath in order to become a winner-takes-all lottery pool.

As one of the sailing masters of the Taniria Federation, Frank Drake may be a hopeless gambler, but even his enemies will cheer for his ability to seize the opportunity.

And tonight's fighter plane is once a lifetime.

The galley warships, which accounted for half of the main warships of the Veneta fleet, were resting in the harbor. There were only eleven large sailing ships and several small light sailing ships at the anchorage outside the harbor, and twenty-one merchant ships carrying army officers and soldiers.

To the east of the anchorage of Lighthouse Harbor are reefs and sandbanks that stretch for more than ten nautical miles. Unless the navigator knows this dangerous waters well, the entire fleet will be in danger of being wiped out once it enters.

At this moment, a strong northwest wind was blowing from the sea. The tide was turning, and the evening tide rushed to the coast, and it was dark again. Drake's fleet came with the northwest wind and firmly occupied the upper air outlet, which was the right time and place.

If the Revenge Fleet is not careful, it will be blown to the east by the wind and waves. Once it is driven there, Drake's fleet will not need to take action, and the sea will allow the Venetta people to experience her danger.

Army officers like Winters knew nothing about this. They heard the sound of war drums sounding on the ships, and all the sailors were preparing for the battle in an orderly manner, only feeling excited and wanted to do a big fight.

But naval officers, especially senior officers of the captain class, understand this sea area and better understand the power of nature.

The survival of the entire fleet is now in Admiral Narexiao's body. All the captains are sweating in their palms. I hope the admiral is not talking big but is really confident.

On the deck of the flagship Glory of the Revenge Fleet, everyone gradually calmed down and turned their eyes to the forecastle, where the fleet's supreme commander was located.

Lieutenant General Nareshau on the forecastle could not see any expression on his face. He just held the side of the ship firmly with both hands and ordered without looking back: "Mr. Karaman?"

"Yes, sir." The first mate stood attentively in a conditioned manner.

"Send my order to each ship, with the Glory as the guide. Set the course to the north and set off!"

"Yes! Sir!"

"I heard the orders of the Lieutenant General!" Chief mate Karaman shouted loudly at the deck: "Put down the boat! Set the course to the north! Raise the triangular inclined sails! Move quickly!"

The originally quiet deck became lively again due to Nareshaw's orders.

The sailor blew the whistle, and the sharp whistle was two short and two long. This time, even the sailors who did not hear the orders of the first lieutenant clearly understood the meaning of the whistle.

The signal light at the stern of the ship was lit up, and commands were sent to the entire fleet through the light-out and extinguishing law.

More than twenty sailors nimblely climbed up the cable to a high place and hung up pulley sets. The sailors on the deck worked together, and several inclined spinnakers rose between the masts.

Winters knew this kind of sail, and the eldest lieutenant on the skua taught him that through this kind of spinnaker, the boat could sail against the wind.

But he couldn't understand the next action of the sailors. Two more small boats were placed from the side of the ship to the sea, and the deck group was busy tying ropes between the bowsprits and the boat.

"What are you doing?" Winters asked Cage in confusion.

"The warship has a large tonnage, so it must be safe to get off the anchor in the wind." Cage explained: "But when starting the anchor, you must first use the boat to adjust the direction of the hull, otherwise you will be carried around by the wind."

"Shake! Boys! Shake hard!" The sailor with a fat face shouted loudly.

The sailors on the boat waved their oars vigorously, pulling the hull of the Glory gradually pointed to the north side, at about half a right angle to the wind direction.

Twelve sailors pushed the winch hard. Their faces were ferocious, their muscles were tight, and their bodies were almost tilted on the deck. With a sound of sour teeth, the anchor sinking on the seabed was slowly lifted up.

The moment the anchor left the seabed, the entire ship suddenly paused forward. It was originally the anchor and the sails tug of war, but the anchor suddenly let go of his hand, and the sailboat began to slowly accelerate with the entire hull.

"The lieutenant general is going to take us north and avoid the reefs in the east." Cage swallowed nervously: "This is too dangerous... too dangerous..."

“Where is the danger?”

Cage pointed to the sails bulging by the wind and said, "The wind and the waves are taking us eastward, and we can't figure out the direction at night. It is very likely that we thought we were heading north, but we were getting closer and closer to the east. The Glory is a guide ship. If the Glory heads wrongly, it will take the entire fleet to a desperate situation."

Winters didn't know what Naresha's plan was. But he carefully studied the raid in Haidong Port. Taniria's commander attacked the east and west twice in a row, concentrating superior forces in local areas to defeat the defenders of the port one by one. He also did not want to fight, tear off a piece of meat and left, allowing the Venetta Army, who came to support, to snatch the support.

Such wonderful battle examples are rare even in the textbooks of military academy. The man who commanded the battle is now leading his fleet to attack the Glory. Will he give the Venetta fleet a chance?

When the Revenge Fleet was anxiously setting off its anchor, the Tanirian Fleet on the sea in the northwest had already entered within one kilometer of the Venetta Fleet, and the anchor of the Glory had not yet been pulled out of the water.

The figures of Tanilla ships gradually became clear, with five mighty big ships in the center, and other slightly inferior ships on both sides. Unlike the brightly lit Venetta fleet, Drake's ships under him did not even have star-spots and lights. More than twenty black warships were roughly crescent-shaped approaching the Venetta Revenge Fleet.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Cage counted the Tanirian warships: "I counted twenty-one. Five large ships should be the warships we were stolen in Haidong Port. The other ships seemed to be just armed merchant ships."

"We have more than forty ships, and they only have more than twenty. If you can't beat your navy, please disband as soon as possible." Andre said carelessly.

"It's not like this." Cage shook his head: "The galleys are now docking and resting, and those troop ships are useless. It's not forty to twenty, but ten to twenty. Our warships are of higher quality, but the wind direction and environment are not conducive to us. If we can take the board, we may still have a chance of winning..."

Winters interrupted Cage and pointed at the other person's ship and asked, "Why don't they light the light?"

"To keep it hidden," Cage replied.

"But obviously we've found them!"

"This..." Cage was also confused. He looked at the enemy fleet getting closer and closer, and suddenly his expression changed drastically: "No...No! Is there something in front of the big ship?"

Lieutenant General Nareshau's roar came from the bow of the ship: "There is no time to pull the anchor, just cut off the anchor cable! The commander of each ship to cut off the anchor cable! The sail leader takes your man to the mast! Put down all the sails!"

Winters also saw what the shadow was in front of the Taniria warship:

It is a small boat and a sampan, a large number of small boats and a sampan.

When far away, the projections of these small boats overlap with the projections of large boats, and they are not seen clearly until they are close.

The large ship in the middle of the Tanirian fleet suddenly put away his sails, but there were still six ships on each wing to avoid speed.

"Det the number of guns to notify the port! Let the Calavere sailing ship pass..." Lieutenant General Nareshau's tone was rapid, and he disappeared from his original calmness and calmness.

On the sea in the northwest direction, a little spark lit up first, followed by a fire on the entire sea. These small boats filled with asphalt, firewood, wheat straw, and temporarily masts and sails were temporarily installed. The originally dark sea was reflected red by the flames, like hell.

On both wings of the Tanirian fleet, the six large ships that emerged from the crowd also rose up in flames. The six large ships burning with flames formed a wall of fire on the sea with the small arson ships. With the help of the strong wind and waves, they drifted firmly and ruthlessly towards the Venetta fleet.

Taniria's warship lowered half of its sails and followed slowly behind this sea wall of fire.

"The Tanirians are really crazy [sailors]! [swear] use a big ship as a fireboat!" Cage looked ferocious and cursed: "The most precious thing on the sea is the ship! It is a ship..."

The Glory fired three guns in succession, and each ship no longer cared about the order and direction of action.

There was no time to raise the anchor, and the anchor cable was cut off directly. The sailors climbed up the mast one after another, putting down all the sails, hoping to tie the handkerchiefs on their bodies to the sail truss.

The fire wall approached fiercely, and the three light sailboats arranged on the outer circle of the fleet not only did not avoid giving in, but instead raised the red flag and took the initiative to post it.

They sailed to the right wing of the firewall, and the sailors endured the scorching heat wave and threw the hook ropes that were originally used for boarding the ship to fight at the three fire ships on the right wing.

After the iron hook bit the fireboat's side, the three Calavellian sailboats immediately adjusted their spinnades and tried to take the fireboat to the north and delay time for the fleet. The iron hook was burned by the flames, and the rope was first smoked and burned. The sailors wet the rope with sea water and threw out more hooks.

Of course, the Tanirians would not watch these small boats destroy their plans, and the bow cannons of the Tanirian warship immediately fired at several small boats.

Wood chips flew across the Calavere sailboat, and shells plowed out blood ditches on the ship. However, the brave Vineta sailor gritted his teeth and dragged the three fireboats away from their original course.

Lieutenant General Nareshau grabbed the ship's side and looked at the sea, with blue veins swelling with his hands.

The three fire ships on the right wing have been towed away, but the other three fire ships on the left and the small boats in the middle still crash into the Venetta fleet. The escort ships have tried their best, but the huge and slow fleet is still within the route of the fire ships, and the distance is shrinking shorter and shorter, less than a hundred meters.

The day of Judgment for the Venetian Fleet has arrived, and it is inevitable.

On the forecastle of the warship in the center of the Tanirian fleet, Captain Frank Drake looked at the huge and majestic Glory in the distance.

He looked at the forecastle of the Glory, and he knew that Naresha must be there.

"Mr. Nareshaw, I have shown my trump card, and now it's up to you." Drake murmured to himself.

On the deck of the Glory, Chief Deputy Calaman anxiously asked Lieutenant General Nareshaw: "General, please go to the Siren to avoid it for a while, and leave it to me."

Narezo's facial muscles twitched slightly and shook his head.

"You are the commander of the fleet, and your duty is to command the entire fleet, not to live and die with the flagship."

Narreshaw said gritting his teeth, "It was my mistake to not expect Mr. Drake to create such a large-scale arson ship. Such many ships cannot be collected temporarily. He must have started preparing for it a long time ago... But since I dare to go to this gambling table, I have my own capital."

The first mate Karaman was sweating profusely: "It's already this time, don't worry about the gambling table..."

Suddenly, the sound of rumbling war drums came from the sea.

Nareshau laughed wildly as if he was just the last silver coin but he bet on the roulette thirty-six times. He pointed to the sea on the southwest side and said wildly: "My bet is here! Hahaha, my bet is here! I'm sending the fleet down the sails, heading west, breaking through the fireboat, and taking the enemy straight!"

On the sea on the southwest side, accompanied by the sound of war drums, twelve galloping warships rushed out of the Lighthouse Harbor.

"Tight! Knock it hard! Rotate hard! Let everyone know that Speyer is here!" Captain Speyer stood at the bow of the Golden Lion and pulled out his battle knife and roared: "Everyone has it! Listen to my order! Long live the three-year-old!"

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“Huzzah!”

“Huzzah!”

The sailors on the deck roared in unison with the captain, one more louder than the other.

The captains of other galloping warships also gave the same order when they heard the battle cry of the Golden Lion.

For a moment, shouts from the sea broke through the sky, and twelve galloping warships rushed to the flank of the Tanirian fleet with amazing momentum.

The wind direction is not good for them, but it doesn't matter, the sailing warships are now not hanging any sails.

The waves are not good for them, but they don't matter, because the sailing warships have oars.

The oars on both wings of a sailboat are like two birds' wings, constantly flapping on the water surface, slapping at the water surface one by one.

The first mate of the Golden Lion personally took the drumsticks and used all his strength to beat the war drums as big as a round table, controlling the rhythm of the oarsmen's paddlings. The second mate holding the whip and the officers were patrolling the lower floor of the deck, severely punishing any oarsmen who dared to be lazy at this time.
To be continued...