The Witcher: Son of the Planes

"Damn it, fire, fire!" Bator shouted angrily.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The gunfire from both sides continued, causing waves to surge onto the deck, but none of them hit.

"Bang, bang!" Some nervous sailors had already started firing.

"Idiot, can you hit him from such a distance?" an angry Bato said, slapping the sailor's hat crookedly with the whip in his hand.

Normally, these sailors look quite strong, but when it comes to critical situations, there are some who hold up their guns calmly and say nothing, some who are panicked, and some who discharge their guns.

Looking at the performance of these sailors, Colin's heart kept sinking, "Damn Bator, you make so much money, don't you know how to hire some good people?"

Ba Tuo walked past the sailors one by one, swinging his whip as he walked, and said: "If you get close, hit them, and hit them accurately."

When it was over, he didn’t forget to promise, “Please be energetic. If you win, we will give each of you 200 Semisis. We will go back to Auckland Port and treat everyone to drink some good rum, and sleep with the girl who is the most arrogant.”

Having said that, Ba Tuo also felt a little pained. If the money is not given to Jack, it must also be spent on the sailors. This wave cannot be avoided. Is it easy for my old Ba Tuo to earn some hard-earned money?

"Hoo, ho."

Regardless of what Bato was thinking, listening to the roars of the sailors, it was effective.

This wave of promises finally boosted some morale. These sailors were not given free money. They were typical people who never let go of rabbits. They usually work around and get paid. It only took a few months to go back and forth, and they got 100 Semisis.

Who would have thought that when you encounter pirates, you have to fight tooth and nail, not only for your own life, but also for financial gain. Otherwise, what are you going to do on the boat? Wouldn’t it be nice to farm at home? (Oh, where did you look? In Colin's hometown, I met a mentally retarded lord who couldn't make a living farming, and he also had a quota for death.)

Colin observed through the bottom hatch. The ship was not particularly large, and its capacity was very limited. He could not see exactly how many sailors there were. Although the full complement might require 100 sailors, they were counted on the deck a few days ago, so it was estimated that there were not many sailors. There will be more than 60 people. Thinking of this, Colin felt another wave of curses in his heart: "Damn Bato, old thief, stingy man, save any money..."

He just didn't know how many people were on the other side, but he came down before he could see clearly. Thinking of this, Colin's nervousness could not be relieved.

"John, do you think this ship can withstand pirates?" Colin asked.

"It's hard to say. The pirate's ship looks bigger than ours, and there must be more people on it than here. Besides, the whole ship on the opposite side is full of combat power. This ship only has sailors, and us slaves are of no use."

"It's a pity that I didn't learn to swim, but even if I could swim, I wouldn't be able to swim anywhere in the sea. I would have to feed the fish in the end." Colin thought.

"Hey, John, will you let us slaves go on the ship later and let us join the battle?" Colin asked again.

"Yeah... yes, but by then, it will be very dangerous. It would be best if we don't engage in a battle."

…

"You haven't eaten yet, haven't you hit a single shot?" Seeing no results for a long time, Jack was also a little unhappy.

First Officer Armand stepped forward and explained: "The main reason is that the distance is not enough. The gunner is no longer a novice. He was constantly adjusting the pitch angle and azimuth angle just now. I believe it will be no problem if we get closer."

"Yes, boss, not to mention how many shots were hit at once, we already have more people than them. We are close, and those weaklings are not enough for us to kill." Second Officer Jimmy continued. .

"Onward, forward!" cried Jack.

As the Black Skull approached, the distance was less than 3 nautical miles, and the impact points of the shells continued to approach Bator's hull.

…

"boom"

The mainmast was broken, and the mainsail hung on it slid down like a rag.

Ba Tuo's heart tightened, and he said in his heart, "This is over, forget it if you can't fight, you can't even run away. On the other hand, your own cannon only grazed the tail of the Black Skull. The difference is too big, right?" You shouldn't use these melon skin novices just to save money. These past few years have been going smoothly, and you have saved a lot of money. I thought that after a few more years of working, I would go to the countryside to buy a title, buy a manor, and enjoy life. Now, , it’s hanging.”

The Black Skull is still approaching, and the distance is less than 2 nautical miles. It can't run now. It's about to engage in a boarding battle. Bato can't let him think too much. He grits his teeth and realizes that it's not that time yet. Fight with them!

"Quick, quick, they are coming. Bob, take a few people down, untie the ropes of the slaves, one by one, and bring them to the deck to prepare for the battle. If you win, each person will be rewarded 50 A Semisis." Bato arranged hurriedly.

At this time, Ba Tuo is still thinking: "No matter who you are, don't take away my money easily. It doesn't matter whether you are a sailor or a slave. I will only give you money if you win; if you lose, I will give you money." I don’t know where it is. Is there any reward?”

Under the leadership of Bob, several sailors went down to the bottom cabin and began to untie the ropes of the slaves.

"I'm just saying, we still have to be used. Did Mr. Ba Tuo say that? If we win, can we be released?" A voice in the cabin asked.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? This is asking us to fight hard. Being a slave may not necessarily lead to death, but fighting hard is not guaranteed." Another voice replied.

The cries of the women sounded again, and they felt that they were getting closer and closer to death. They didn't know if they could wait until the day they landed on land.

"Shut up! Don't make any noise. Master Barto said that men who go on the deck to fight will be rewarded with 50 Themisces each. When you get to Emerald Territory, maybe you can save enough money to redeem yourself." Bob said.

Hearing this, the slaves also fell silent. If they don't fight, they will die. If they fight, they can make money and may even be freed from slavery. Let's fight! Who will live and who will die is still uncertain.

"In a while, you follow me closely and take this wooden gun. Remember: don't learn from them. When they are incited by others and get hot-headed, they rush up and die the fastest, do you know?" (John has transformed two mops into wooden guns.) John ordered.

"Okay." Colin replied.

At the same time, he turned his head and told Nora, "In a while, be careful and don't go out. We are leaving."

"Uncle John, Brother Colin, you must come back." Nora said with tears in her eyes.

John looked back at Nora, thinking that she was a good girl, and if there was a chance in the future, she could be a wife for his brother Peter. He wanted to say something, but he finally shook his head and said nothing. If there was no future, what was the point of finding a wife for his brother.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, the hull shook, and then there was a shout of killing from the deck...