Gunpowder Plate Armor and the Magic Revolution

The pirate ship's gun emplacements were completely empty, and all the pirates crowded onto the foredeck and along the sides, like a pack of hyenas waiting to pounce on carrion.

The pirates were only focused on the wealth and prey that were about to be theirs, and they were planning to squander this windfall on a few of their lovers. They were completely unaware that they had walked into a slaughterhouse that Monet had meticulously prepared.

The distance between the two ships closed rapidly: one hundred yards, eighty yards, fifty yards...

From the top deck, Norze could even clearly see the pirates' hideous scars on their faces and hear their foul curses.

"Fire!"

Captain Evan kept glancing at Monet, but Monet just sat there smoking, hesitating to give the order to fire.

Forty yards!

"Fire!!"

Evan's words went unanswered.

Thirty yards!

"Fire! Sir!"

Monet still did not give the order; only smoke swirled around him.

When the distance between the two ships had shrunk to twenty yards, and the pirates opposite had already raised their grappling hooks, ready to throw them onto the gunwale of the Shining Gold, Monet slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and with a wave of his arm, the magically enhanced sound clearly resounded throughout the entire ship.

"All units, fire!"

The moment the order was given, the white flag on the mast was violently ripped down by the sailors!

"Boom! Boom!"

The two saxophones roared simultaneously, spewing out large bursts of orange-red flames from their muzzles. Two iron balls, linked together by chains, shot out like two spinning scythes of death, precisely wrapping around the opponent's mainmast.

"Snap—!!"

A sickening snapping sound rang out instantly. The mainmast, as thick as a bowl, was snapped in two by the chain shot, collapsing with its massive canvas and crashing heavily onto the foredeck. The shells then struck the superstructure.

Several of the unluckiest pirates didn't even have time to scream before they were smashed into a bloody pulp by the heavy masts and canvas. The remaining pirates were knocked off their feet by the collapsing masts, and their once dense formation instantly turned into chaos.

Before the pirates could react to this sudden turn of events, the rotating cannons in the ship's superstructure roared simultaneously.

"Nozer, ignite it!"

The Brunei warrant officer gave a stern order, and Norze brought the fuse close to the medicine pool. The lead bullets were fired instantly, and hundreds of lead bullets, like a rain of metal, slammed into the densely packed fored deck of the pirate ship.

"I'll assess the damage. You guys keep firing, fire a full salvo first!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The remaining three rotary cannons fired in turn.

On the deck, blood and flesh flew everywhere in an instant, and screams, the sound of bones cracking, and the dull thud of lead bullets entering flesh blended together.

The pirates, crammed together, had no room to hide. The pirates in the front row were instantly riddled with bullets, and blood and bits of flesh splattered all over the ship.

The pirates behind him were tripped by their fallen companions and then pierced through the body by lead bullets that followed.

In no time, the foredeck of the pirate ship was completely soaked in blood, and the fallen corpses were piled up layer upon layer. Even those who were lucky enough to survive were trampled into mincemeat by the stampede.

"Musketeers! Triple Strike!!"

Bilkin's roar followed immediately. He kicked open the wooden crate in front of him, raised his command sword in one hand, and stood at the very front of the ship's railing.

The three rows of arquebusiers who were crouching behind the breastwork stood up at the same time and pulled the triggers.

"Bang bang bang—!!"

All the muskets on the ship were concentrated here, and seven or eight matchlock guns roared at the same time. White smoke instantly spread around the ship's side, and lead bullets flew towards the chaotic pirate group with sharp whistles.

"Bang bang bang—!!"

The pirates, who had just recovered from the cannon fire, were then decimated by a volley of lead bullets.

Several pirates who wanted to raise their guns to fight back were shot and had their skulls blown off before they could even aim.

"Bang bang bang—!!"

After the three rounds of salvo, the deck had become a living hell.

Of the more than seventy pirates, nearly half were killed in just half a minute. The remaining pirates either hid behind the ship's side and mast wreckage, trembling with fear, or frantically crawled into the cabin.

Only then did the one-eyed pirate captain crawl out from the ruins of the ship's tower.

Just now, the cannonball from the Sak cannon pierced through the wooden planks of the ship's superstructure, and his second-in-command was instantly turned into a bloody pulp. He himself was also thrown to the ground, with a deep gash on his forehead and blood filling his blind left eye socket.

Looking at the mast broken in two, the corpses and blood on the ground, and the cannons and muskets that had been remounted on the Goldship across from him, he finally realized that he had not encountered a surrendered merchant ship at all, but a beast in sheep's clothing, and that he had run headlong into a trap that the other side had carefully set up!

"We've fallen for their trap!!"

Red Wolf let out a deafening roar, his single eye filled with crazed bloodshot veins. He grabbed the greatsword beside him and slammed it onto the deck. "Come out here, all of you! What are you hiding for! There are only a few of them! Fight back! Gun positions! Where are the gunners?! Fire! Smash their ship!"

"Where's the other ship?! Why the hell isn't it here yet?!"

But his shouts had absolutely no effect on the chaotic deck.

The surviving pirates were stunned by the sudden barrage of firepower, and they all huddled behind cover, not daring to show their heads.

Much later, a few pirates who had barely mustered the courage to climb back to their gun positions were hit precisely by a second volley of solid shot from the Sack cannon as soon as they opened the gun vent, shattering them and the cannon into pieces.

After the artillery fire was finished, it was time for the rotary cannon to speak.

Due to a shortage of manpower, only two rotary cannons could be loaded in time.

Meanwhile, the Bruneian warrant officer, who liked to give orders, had already completed the injury assessment.

"The muzzle is leaking too much air. If you take a piece of cloth, crumple it up slightly, and stuff it into the muzzle, the lethality will be greater."

As he spoke, Brunei took off his shirt, quickly tore it into strips, and stuffed them into the muzzle of the cannon.

"Fire!"

Two more loud "booms" resounded, this time with significantly greater power than the first, and even the screams on the deck were much quieter.

"Damn it! A bunch of useless trash!"

Red Wolf watched as his men were pinned down, unable to lift their heads, and trembled with rage. He grabbed a trembling pirate next to him and slashed his neck with a single sword stroke, splattering blood all over him.

"Anyone who dares to hide will be killed right now! Charge with me! Board them! Kill them! They're out of bullets! Kill them all!"

Just then, the two boats collided violently, the screeching sound of friction echoing across the sea. The grappling hook, carrying an iron chain, flew over and bit the gunwale tightly.

The bloody battle of the boarding assault had officially begun at this moment.

Red Wolf, wielding a giant sword, was the first to rush to the ship's side, his single eye filled with bloodthirsty madness.

Seeing their leader's appearance, the remaining pirates were also driven to desperation. One by one, they grabbed their scimitars and axes and roared as they rushed out from behind their cover, crowding onto the ship's side once again.