Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 176: Picking up the third level of leaks, the art of pulling out the cannon

The range of the fog released by [Level 2 Rare Item: Mist Cloak] is too large, and its main function is to block long-distance reconnaissance.

Visibility at close range is not too bad.

In just a moment, the high-spirited Combined Fleet and the arrogant Barbary pirates saw each other clearly.

"Kuh, what a misunderstanding. We were just passing by."

Jerome, the frogman who looked like a giant toad, saw that the situation was not good and was about to take back what he had just said.

He was on the open deck of his flagship, a level 5 ship, the Frog Warrior.

A gunner was stunned by the terrifying momentum of the Combined Fleet in front of him, but the flintlock in his hand followed his initial instinct and subconsciously fell on the powder pool of the 12-pound gun in front of him.

Boom!

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

Under the gazes of countless people, a solid shell drew an arc from the sky and landed squarely on Major General Newman's level 4 ship [Support] in the front.

"what--!"

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 reaped the lives of several naval soldiers, and finally fell into the sea from the other side, splashing a white water.

This was not the gunner's own decision, but a standard action that all pirates would take when looting.

The purpose of firing artillery shells is not to kill people, but to intimidate the "fat sheep" who are about to plunder and make them surrender without a fight.

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

In particular, Major General Newman's face turned green instantly:
"Barbary Pirates? Why would Ocean Throne's men suddenly come out to attack us? They are so outrageous!"

Others haven't figured out what's going on yet.

"Enemy attack——!"

Byron, who participated in the entire action plan of both sides, was well prepared. He shouted to his privateer fleet:
"The fleet is concentrating its fire, target the pirate ship in front, open fire!"

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

Not to mention it was just a group of pirates, even if it was the flagship of their own King Edward IV, any hesitation for even a second would be a waste of their deposits in the Pioneer Bank.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Hundreds of cannons on one side of the sixteen pirate ships roared at the same time, and the brilliant cannon flames completely illuminated the entire sea.

Hundreds of shells pierced the sky with a piercing whistle and slammed heavily into the Barbary pirate fleet led by the Frog Warrior.

In an instant, there was a bloody storm and broken limbs.

Byron snapped his fingers, and the [Golden Law] in the air flashed silently, blocking all internal and external communications within his territory.

No one will know what happened here, at least in the short term.

At the same time, he did not forget to shout to the fleets of other countries around him:
"Everyone, these filthy Barbary pirates are trying to rob us of the international port we built with so much effort. Let's fight them!"

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

It is even more unknown 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] opens his spiritual vision, he might be able to vaguely see that the countless huge golden anchor chains composed of interests above the Combined Fleet are firmly anchored in the Georgetown Harbor.

In certain specific circumstances, they are undoubtedly a community of interests!

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

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

“Give me freedom to fire!
Before we rob the Castilians, they are robbing us? They are all bullying us poor people, beat them to death! "

Neither the so-called international port nor the combined fleet has ever been a whole.

There is no one with enough prestige to serve as the commander-in-chief of the fleet and command a large number of followers.

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

It’s just that in the face of the huge interests of Yucatan Island, various major forces took the lead in signing a non-aggression pact within the international port, but they still have to fight head-on outside.

For them, someone wants to kill the governor? No problem.

Rob the port? Absolutely not!
Perhaps in the eyes of Havana Governor Velasquez or [Blue Hair] Barbarossa Haldin, they are just a group of rabble.

If we go to war with a fleet of the same size, we will surely suffer a crushing defeat.

But when facing a pirate fleet with only three level three warriors and a group of sea monsters as helpers, there is no need for any tactics at all. You can kill them with cannonballs with your eyes closed.

Rumble.
In an instant, the three hundred warships fired at the same time, and the sea in front of them seemed to be pushed back half a step by this round of volleys.

Bathed in a hail of shells, the pirate fleet was instantly destroyed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

"Help!"

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

The dynamic and static supporting ropes binding the mast were broken, and the heavy sail boom fell down with a loud bang, killing countless pirates.

Masts were broken one after another, the maneuverability was greatly reduced, and they became miserable sitting ducks.
The waters were instantly filled with a strong smell of blood.

The man-eating sharks following behind the Golden Deer couldn't 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 from it.

The frogman Jerome, who had abandoned his human form and completely transformed into a frog, took advantage of the gap when the other side was reloading ammunition and climbed up from the deck covered in dust.

"That's not right! This battle, these people, and the intelligence are all completely wrong!

Shouldn't the Port of Georgetown surrender as soon as it saw the Ocean Throne pirate flag?
Where did this joint fleet flying flags of various countries come from?

Hattings' regular navy, Fleur-de-lis, the Netherlands, the Rhine Confederation, the Remitts.
Why can these forces, which are usually full of contradictions, suddenly unite? And they are here to ambush us in advance?"

Turning my head to look at the deck, it was a miserable scene.

This frog warrior relied on the frog spirit's keen senses to dodge the whistling shells and escape with his life time and again, but his crew members did not have such ability.

Just one round of saturation attack with thousands of shells turned the deck into a river of blood, and most of the gun positions could not even muster a five-man crew to launch a counterattack.

And with just three level three transcendents, their presence or absence in such a large-scale military battle made no difference.

What's worse is that the crescent formation that had been set up has closed in from both sides.

Continuing to release dragon dung potion, in this shallow sea location close to the island, it is enough to pollute the entire bottom of the water, making it impossible for sea monsters to escape underwater.

One round! Two rounds! Three rounds!
Most of an hour passed.

Even those thick-skinned sea monsters were wailing and bleeding in the sea. In this extremely dangerous encirclement, they were completely useless.

The battle was fought without any suspense, using force to overwhelm the opponent.

Byron's planning over the past few days and Bruch's sacrifices made by "enduring humiliation" were finally rewarded at this moment.

'Even if the [Ocean Throne] comes back in the future, he won't be able to find my head.

Although the Taiman Islands belong to me, I don't know who killed your men, but it's definitely not me!

As I was thinking this, I suddenly heard someone in the fleet, who were already blood-thirsty, shouting:
"Boarding, boarding the ship, surrounding it from all sides, closing the door and beating the dog!"

"Those pirate ships and the contracted conches that they hold to command sea monsters are worth a lot of money. Don't let any of them get away."

The combined fleet had already surrounded the pirate ship to the point where further firing would risk causing accidental casualties, so they immediately sped up and roared as they moved towards the pirate ship.

"We are the Iris Navy. Hand over all the gold, silver, jewelry, spices, and sea monsters immediately."

"Don't waste our time, surrender quickly!"

"."

Even the words they shouted out sounded familiar.

People who travel thousands of miles overseas to make a fortune are essentially no different, regardless of their race, nationality, or occupation.

There is absolutely no herbivore to be found.

When the strength is reversed, robbing and being robbed are also reversed.

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

However, the ratio of warships is ten to one, which is a typical situation where there are more wolves than meat.

Many forces, especially the leaders, could not wait to speed up and rush forward in order to grab the spoils.

It even left behind the Golden Deer, which dominated the ocean with its speed.

The original crescent formation also completely fell apart and collapsed.

Just when the vanguard troops trying to seize the credit were mixed with the pirate ship and were about to complete the boarding.

beep--!
A low conch shell sound suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield.

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

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

Wow.
The tide surged, covering the pirate fleet and some of the vanguard troops that had already entangled with them within a two-kilometer boundary.

The frogman Jerome, who was covered in blood and had no idea how many stray bullets he had been hit by, stared fiercely at every coalition ship in front of him, his voice as shrill as a lone wolf:
"Quack! After a whole hour, the cooldown time for deep sea jumping has finally arrived. 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 1500 kilometers (multiple fiddler crabs can be stacked. At the beginning, two crabs allowed the large army to instantly fight from the easternmost end of the Bantaan Islands to the westernmost end).

It can be used three times a day, with a minimum of one hour between uses.

If the fiddler crabs are traveling with you, it is a two-way trip, you can go and come back; if the crabs are not traveling with you, it is a one-way trip, you can only go and not come back.

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

Rear Admiral Newman, who had been relying on the powerful combat capability of the Level 4 ship and rushed to the front from the beginning, wanting to capture a sea monster, suddenly changed his face.

"No, let's evacuate quickly!"

All the other forces that were eager for quick success and instant benefits turned pale and tried to change course, but it was too late.
“Quack, it’s too late, no one can run within two kilometers.

[Blue Hair] Your Excellency will punish you!"

Just as the [Frogman] was holding the conch, feeling extremely fortunate that he had finally survived the skill cooldown.

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

A strange voice suddenly sounded behind him.

My spine tingled and I turned my head instantly.

[Frogman] has been promoted all the way to the third level and has long been accustomed to the intrigues and deceptions on the sea.

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

Because what they have in their hands is most likely different from what he shouted.

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

He was also confident that he could dodge it easily.

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 clear as a behemoth that had already hit him in the face, he still couldn't help but burst out with swear words:
"Gah? This is a sword?!!!"

Dirty, so dirty.

The methods of the visitors were dirty, and the frogmen's curses were even dirtier.

(End of this chapter)