Pirate Kingship

[Level 2 Rare Object·Mist Cloak] The range of mist released is too large, and its main function is to block long-distance detection.

Visibility at close range isn't too bad.

In just a moment, the high-morale United Fleet and the arrogant and domineering Barbary pirates saw each other clearly.

"Hey, misunderstanding. We were just passing by."

The [frogman] Jerome, who was like a big toad, saw that the situation was not good and just wanted to take back what he had just said.

On the open deck of the flagship he was riding on, a fifth-level ship [Frog Warrior].

A gunner was intimidated by the terrifying combined fleet in front of him, but the flintlock in his hand followed his initial instinct and subconsciously fell on the charge pool of the 12-pound gun in front of him.

Boom!

The orange-red gunfire suddenly illuminated the fog on the sea.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, a solid cannonball drew an arc from the sky and hit Rear Admiral Newman's fourth-level ship [Support] at the front.

"ah--!"

Although it was only a 12-pound solid bullet, it still easily destroyed a wooden gun carriage on the open deck of the fourth-level ship.

It bounced and killed several navy soldiers, and finally fell into the sea from the other side, causing a white splash.

This is not the gunner's own initiative, but a standard action that all pirates will make when plundering.

The artillery shells were fired not to kill people, but to deter the "fat sheep" who were about to plunder, so that they would surrender without a fight.

However, if the opponent is not a fat sheep, but a group of hungry wolves, then this shot will be a naked signal to start war.

Especially Major General Newman’s face instantly turned green:

"Barbary pirates? Why do the men of Ocean Throne suddenly come out to attack us? They are so rampant!"

Others haven't realized what's going on.

"Enemy attack——!"

Byron, who had participated in the entire action plan of both the enemy and us, was well prepared and shouted to his privateer fleet:

"The fleet gathers fire, target the pirate ship directly in front, fire!"

The gunners had already formed a conditioned reflex to his orders and never asked who the opponent was, only where they were.

Not to mention just a group of pirates, even if it is the ship of their own King Edward IV, if they hesitate for a second, they will lose their deposits in Pioneer Bank.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Hundreds of cannons on one side of the sixteen pirate ships roared together, and the bright cannon flames completely illuminated the sea.

Hundreds of cannonballs pierced the sky with ear-piercing roars and slammed into the Barbary pirate fleet headed by the [Frog Warrior].

In an instant, a bloody storm broke out, and limbs were broken off.

Byron snapped his fingers, and the [Golden Law] flashed quietly in the air, sealing off all communications inside and outside his territory.

No one will know what's going on here, at least for a short time.

At the same time, he did not forget to shout to the squadrons from other countries around him:

"Everyone, these dirty Barbary pirates want to take away the international port we built with great difficulty. Let's fight with them!"

The lives and fortunes of countless people in this fleet are firmly tied to the Port of Georgetown.

I don’t know how many ordinary sailors who are relatively not that rich have bought the International Port Infrastructure Bonds issued by the Governor’s Office.

If a high-sequence [Prophet] turns on their spiritual vision, they may be able to vaguely see that countless huge golden anchor chains formed by interests above the United Fleet are firmly anchored in Georgetown Harbor.

Under certain circumstances, they are undoubtedly a community of interests!

Upon hearing Byron's voice, the major forces reacted immediately.

"Throw the dragon dung potion to force those sea monsters out of the sea."

“Give me freedom to fire!

They're going to rob us before we can rob the Castilians? They all come to bully us poor people and beat them to death! "

Neither the so-called international port nor the combined fleet are a whole.

There is no one with enough prestige who can serve as the commander-in-chief of the fleet, and he can have a lot of followers at his command.

Even they themselves are full of internal contradictions and cannot easily obey the orders of others.

It's just that in the face of the huge interests of Yucatan Island, the major forces took the lead in entering into a non-aggression contract within the international port. They should break their heads outside.

To them, someone was going to kill the Governor? That's no problem.

Robbery of a port? Absolutely not!

Perhaps in the eyes of Havana Governor Velasquez or [Blue-haired] Barbarossa Haldin, they were just a bunch of rabble.

If they start a battle with a fleet of the same size, they will definitely be defeated.

But when facing a pirate fleet with only three third-level pirates and a group of sea monster helpers, they don't need any tactics at all. They can kill them with cannonballs with their eyes closed.

Rumble.

Suddenly, artillery fire was fired from the three hundred warships, and the sea in front of them seemed to be repelled half a step by this salvo.

The pirate fleet, bathed in the rain of shells, was instantly destroyed.

"Ahhhhhhhh"

"Help!"

The hull of the ship was pierced, and the shells ricocheted mercilessly, crushing from one side of the ship to the other, tearing everything in front of them into pieces along the way.

The dynamic and static stay ropes binding the mast were interrupted, and the heavy sail yard crashed down, killing many pirates.

The masts were broken one after another, and the maneuverability was greatly reduced, tragically becoming a sitting duck.

The waters were instantly filled with a strong smell of blood.

The man-eating sharks following the Golden Deer could not help but become agitated, but they were afraid of the yellow-green filth that spread from the entire fleet, so they had to stay away.

Jerome, the frogman who had abandoned his human form and completely turned into a frog, climbed up from the deck with a dusty face while the other side was reloading ammunition.

"No! This battle, these people, and the intelligence. All are completely wrong!

Shouldn't Georgetown Port surrender as soon as it saw the pirate flag of [Ocean Throne]?

Where did this joint fleet with flags of various countries come from?

Hattings' regular navy, Iris, Netherlands, Rhine Alliance, Remit.

Why can these forces, which are usually full of contradictions, suddenly unite? And they are here to ambush us in advance?"

Turning his head to look at the deck, it was miserable.

He, the frog warrior, relied on the keen senses of the frog spirit to dodge the whistling shells again and again and escape with his life.

But his crew members did not have such ability.

Just a round of saturation attack of thousands of shells made the deck bloody, and most of the gun positions could not even get together a five-man gun crew to launch a counterattack.

And they were just three third-level extraordinary people, and it was no different to have them in such a large-scale battle.

What's worse is that the crescent array that was waiting for them has already closed in from both sides.

The dragon dung potion continued to be released. In this shallow sea near the island, it was enough to pollute the bottom of the water, so that the sea monsters could not escape from the water.

One round! Two rounds! Three rounds!

More than half an hour passed.

Even those sea monsters with thick skin and flesh wailed and shed blood in the sea. In this extremely dangerous siege, they could not play any value at all.

With force, there was no suspense in the process of the battle.

Byron's planning for many days and Bruch's sacrifices made by "enduring humiliation" finally received rich rewards at this moment.

'Even if the [Ocean Throne] comes back in the future, he can't find it on my head.

Although the Taiman Islands are mine, I don't know who killed your men. Anyway, the murderer is definitely not "me"! ’

Thinking of this, I suddenly heard someone in the fleet who was already blood-thirsty shouting:

“Boarding, boarding, surrounding, closing the door and beating the dog!”

“Those pirate ships and the contracted conchs that can command sea monsters in their hands are worth a lot of money, don’t let any of them escape.”

The combined fleet had surrounded the pirate ships to the point where firing more could cause accidental injuries, and immediately accelerated and screamed towards the pirate ships.

“We are the Iris Navy, quickly hand over all the gold, silver, jewelry, and spice sea monsters.”

“Don’t waste our time, surrender quickly!”

“.”

Even the words they shouted sounded familiar.

People who traveled thousands of miles to make a fortune overseas, regardless of their race, nationality, or occupation, are actually not much different in essence.

You will never find a herbivore.

When the strong and the weak are reversed, robbing and being robbed are also reversed.

For a moment, it was hard to tell who was the notorious pirate and who was the well-dressed elite gentleman from various countries.

However, the warship ratio of ten to one is a typical situation of more wolves than meat.

Many forces, especially the leaders, can't wait to speed up and rush forward to grab the spoils.

They even left behind the [Golden Deer], which dominated the sea with its speed.

The original crescent formation was completely scattered and collapsed.

Just when the vanguard troops who were trying to steal the credit were mixed with the pirate ships and were about to complete the boarding.

Beep!

A low conch shell sound suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield.

In fact, even if the Barbary pirates were stunned on the spot, they still kept their last trump card at this point.

At the beginning of the war, they created a miniature blue hole to protect themselves in it. The [Large Species·Fiddler Crab] who had been hiding on the seabed and had not come out showed its power again.

Crash.

The tide surged, covering the pirate fleet and some of the vanguard troops that had been entangled with them with a boundary of two kilometers.

Jerome, a frogman covered in blood and who knows how many stray bullets he was hit by, stared fiercely at every coalition ship in front of him, his voice as shrill as a lone wolf:

"Quack! After a full hour, the cooldown time of the deep sea jump is finally up. Come with me to the Bay of Campeche to atone for your ignorance and arrogance!"

Only those who have obtained the contract conch know the limitations of the use of "deep sea jump":

"The maximum range of a single blue hole is two kilometers, and the maximum precise transmission distance is 1,500 kilometers (multiple fiddler crabs can be superimposed. At the beginning, two crabs allowed the large army to kill from the easternmost end of the Bantaan Islands to the westernmost end in an instant).

It can be used three times a day, and the interval between uses must not be less than one hour.

If the fiddler crabs are accompanying, it is a two-way trip, you can go and return; if the crabs are not accompanying, it is a one-way trip, you can only go but not return."

Seeing this scene that was similar to the appearance of the pirate fleet just now, others realized the role of this large sea monster.

Relying on the powerful combat capability of the fourth-level ship, Rear Admiral Newman rushed to the front from the beginning, hoping to capture a sea monster, but his face suddenly changed.

"Not good, we have to withdraw quickly!"

The other forces who were eager for quick success and quick profit all turned pale and hurriedly turned the rudder, but it was too late.

"Gua, it's too late, no one can escape within two kilometers.

[Blue Hair] Sir will punish you!"

Just when [Frogman] was holding the conch, he was extremely glad that he finally survived the skill cooldown.

"Why did you carve your name on my conch? Eat my sword drawing skill!"

A strange voice suddenly sounded behind him.

His back was tingling, and he turned his head instantly.

[Frogman] was promoted all the way to the third level, and he had long been accustomed to the intrigues on the sea.

It doesn't matter what a person shouts before making a move.

Because the things in their hands are likely to be different from what he shouts.

But when ordinary people shout "Take my sword", at most they are dirty things like lime powder, muskets, crossbows, voodoo potions, etc.

He was also confident that he could easily dodge it.

But when he turned around,

Seeing that the three gates in front of him were clearly seven steps away, but the sense of oppression was as if a huge monster had already hit him in the face, he still couldn't help but burst out with swear words:

"Gua? This is a sword?!!!"

Dirty, too dirty.

The means of the person coming were dirty, and the frogman cursed even dirtier.