shadow of britain

Chapter 106 Sword Saint Fiore Possession!
"Musket, a volley!"

Accompanied by the Marines of the Beagle rushing to the springboard, the musketeers guarding the Beagle resolutely opened fire to cover their companions for boarding battle.

And Arthur, who was the first to board the deck of the Blackthorn, tore a breach in the deck for the marines like an ax spear.

The commander of the Marine Corps kicked the enemy in front of him, and then cut his life with a scimitar. The blood spurted from the enemy's mouth hit him all over the face.

The commander wiped the blood from his face, then glanced in Arthur's direction, and couldn't help grinning grinningly.

"Good boy, you really have the ability! The marines obey my orders! Protect his wings and create a one-on-one opportunity for Officer Hastings as much as possible!"

At this moment, standing in front of Arthur was a burly man with a big shoulder and a bare upper body. He was the first mate of the Blackthorn. Arrived here like a butterfly wearing flowers.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still wanted to show Arthur his toughness.

He spat out a mouthful of foam, picked up the big sword that fell to the ground, and said, "Boy, I advise you to go back now, do you know who I am? I used to follow 'Jane La Fett', have you heard of his name?"

Arthur nodded: "Of course I've heard of it. Because this pirate leader sold the Atlantic Fleet's navigation information to the Americans in the 1812 naval battle, the British government and the Admiralty offered a reward of [-] pounds for his life."

The first mate said proudly after hearing the words: "It's good for you to know. Get out of here immediately, sir. If you refuse, I can't guarantee what will happen next."

"Although you are just a little bastard who followed him, if I hand over your ears..."

Arthur smiled slightly, his front and rear legs staggered by half a step, and he held a sword between his eyebrows, posing a standard window-style standing posture.

"I'm afraid I can still make a small fortune?"

"Damn it... I think you are toasting and not eating fine wine!"

Maybe it was because of fear, or maybe it was because of the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air, the big man suddenly roared, his arm was full of veins, he raised the heavy sword in his hand and slammed it at Arthur like a mountain. go down.

Arthur didn't dodge when he saw this, he raised his sword upwards, and put the blade horizontally over his head, as if he planned to confront the big man head-on.

But when the two swords came into contact, there was only a crisp 'ding', and Arthur's wrist shifted 45 degrees like a flexible snake's head, and then his body and the officer's sword in his hand were like The smooth sea breeze generally deviates to the right.

This small movement made Arthur's body just avoid the full blow of the big man, and the sword in his hand slashed obliquely at a 45-degree turning angle.

It was too late for the big man to dodge at this time. In a panic, he wanted to take back the big sword that hit the deck, but only then did he realize that Arthur's left arm had clamped his right wrist.

In desperation, he had no choice but to let go of his left hand, and raised his muscular left arm to try to block the blow that was coming towards his face.

However, at the same time as he changed his moves, Arthur also changed his moves. He retracted his sword slightly, and then changed from chopping to stabbing, piercing his back with one sword.

The piercing pain hit the big man's brain nerves, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand, only to hear a loud sound, and the big sword fell to the ground.

But he still didn't intend to give up resistance after a daze. He raised his left hand like a cattail leaf fan and strangled Arthur's neck. It was enough to shake the roar of the entire Blackthorn.

"Brat, I want your life!!!!!!"

However, at the same moment he grabbed Arthur's neck, Arthur also moved.

Arthur faced his face that was slightly blue due to lack of oxygen. He held the first officer's right hand in one hand, and the officer's sword that pierced the first officer's heart in the other.

But this does not mean that as a master of the "Fiore Flow", he exhausted all his weapons. Arthur's shoulders suddenly sank, and then he slammed forward like steel. There was only a bang, and the first mate's chest Visible to the naked eye is concave inwards.

But even so, the first mate still tried his last bit of strength to stand in a stalemate with Arthur.

In the eyes of outsiders, this was like a wrestling between a male lion and an African elephant. The first officer leaned forward, bent his feet, kicked the ground hard, and tried his best to withstand the impact of Arthur.

However, the deck covered in blood and salty sea water could not generate enough friction to stop Arthur from advancing.

"Ah ah!!!!!!!!!"

All I heard was Arthur's shout, and on the deck of the Blackthorn filled with gunpowder, everyone saw Arthur push forward like a cannonball against the Blackthorn's first mate, who was a whole circle bigger than him.

This road was unstoppable, he not only pushed the first officer, but also knocked all the sailors of the Blackthorn behind the first officer to the ground like a flash flood.

There was only a bang, and the first officer's back hit the railing of the Blackthorn. Arthur looked into his protruding eyes, raised the corners of his bloody mouth, and whispered in the first officer's ear with a smile.

"Goodbye, idiot!"

He suddenly kicked the first officer's abdomen, only to hear the sound of wood cracking, and the first officer's body fell into the sea together with the broken guardrail.

Seeing this scene, the Marines of the Beagle burst into astonishing cheers as they were struggling due to their numbers.

"Arthur Hastings, awesome!!!"

Agares stood on the broken mast and looked down at Arthur's whereabouts. Even he couldn't help writing down a few words on the parchment, and then nodded slightly and praised: "Arthur, Brilliant!"

At this time on the Beagle, Elder was very excited by Arthur's performance. He shook a gunner beside him and said, "Did you see it? Did you fucking see it? That's my good brother! "

And Colonel Fitzroy was also observing all this with a telescope. He couldn't help but put down the telescope and shook his head, then sighed and said to Elder next to him: "To be honest, Elder, I am now I'm starting to regret it a bit."

Elder looked happy, and he gave Colonel Fitzroy a punch in the chest: "Mr. Colonel, what do you regret? Such an excellent result, if I were you, I would be too happy!"

The colonel didn't care about his rudeness, he just smiled bitterly and said, "I regret not listening to you. If I had known that he had this ability, I shouldn't have listened to the order of the Admiralty to prevent him from boarding the ship. Thomas Admiral Hardy probably didn't expect that the Royal Navy might have missed such a brave and combative admiral because of his whim."

The elderly navigator beside him also smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin: "Looking at this young man, I can't help but think of an old acquaintance."

Elder heard this and asked curiously, "Who are you talking about?"

The old navigator narrowed his eyes and whistled, then raised his wooden arm and pointed at Arthur.

"Who else could it be? The captain of HMS Royal Sovereign, the deputy flagship of the Royal Navy in the Battle of Trafalgar, the fearless warrior who pioneered the way and took the lead in meeting the enemy throughout the battle, and a dog-fighting expert who is good at small and big, was defeated by four ships. The unyielding warrior who was besieged by the battleships of the Franco-Spanish combined fleet, but still able to stand tall, captured the winner of the Spanish Navy's giant first-class battleship 'Santa Ana', and one of the four people who enjoyed the highest honor of carrying General Nelson's coffin. The entire history of Great Britain The best galley admiral and, at the same time, the most notorious tyrant of the seas in the entire Royal Navy..."

When Colonel Fitzroy heard this, he couldn't help but smiled and looked at Arthur and said, "I also saw his shadow from that young man, so I guess you must be talking about your old boss, Edward General Rotheram."

(End of this chapter)