The chaotic crew members crowded the aisles of the cabin, and they were able to get out of the way without any resistance due to the extraordinary strength of their arms.
When Abian came to the deck, there were anxious orders and sailors running back and forth to noose for money.
Simba was currently at the stern rudder position, holding a telescopic telescope in his hand and constantly looking behind. The captain next to him was pulling away from the rudder in an attempt to change the sailing direction.
Abian quickly ran to the stern of the ship. At this time, the only people in the ship who knew what was happening best were the captain and Simba.
Before I even got close, I heard the captain and Simba arguing.
"Head towards the patrol line, we still have a glimmer of hope." The anxious captain said.
"Shit. Whether we can get rid of them now is a question." Simba scolded the other party loudly. When he saw Abian walking over, he roared loudly: "Kid, who told you to come out of your mother's belly?
Yes, go back to your cabin."
Abian ignored him and quickly walked to the captain and asked.
"What's going on?" The anxious captain seemed to be shocked by Abian's temperament at this moment and said, "We encountered a privateer."
"You mean privateers?" Make sure you heard correctly.
There is a saying in the navy that in addition to paying attention to pirates on the sea, you should also pay attention to your back.
To be more precise, privateers are the corrupt navy of the empire. High maintenance costs prevent many empires from paying their troops on time, and maritime trade has to continue to increase military escorts.
Under the corrupt atmosphere, a group of navies have sprung up that specialize in plundering merchant ships along the coastline. Because of their status as navies, they will massacre ships and then blame the pirates.
It can be said that this is a group of scum who can freely sway their teammates for money.
"Boy, go back to the cabin. Don't cause trouble at this time." Simba on the side could no longer bear it.
Looking at the figures running around on the boat, Simba thought that if someone accidentally knocked Abian off the boat, it would basically be a death sentence. No one could save anyone in this situation.
Although he cursed Abian, he was entrusted by his old friends and could not ruin his reputation. He wanted to send Abian into the cabin as soon as possible.
Looking at Simba with a fierce face, although what he said was a bit unpleasant, Aibian still knew that he was being listened to with good intentions.
After a moment of composure, he said in a calm tone: "You are a navy."
After a short pause, he continued: "The navy of the world government."
Simba was shocked. He had guessed Ebian's identity, but he had never thought about it in the direction of the navy.
"So what if you are the navy of the world government? Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh. How many people have you killed and how many battles have you fought? Get back here." Simba did not give in because of his status as a government navy.
"I have killed many people. I will take care of myself. The most important thing now is to consider how to escape." Abian said without any concern.
Seeing that Abian was determined, Simba had no choice but to give up and just starve the flintlock musket on his waist to Abian.
"Take it." Looking at Simba's actions, Abian also picked it up and pinned it to his waist.
At this time, the shadow of the ship, which could only be seen with a telescope before, can now be seen with the naked eye. The shaking of the ship's hull before was just a warning of shelling by the privateers.
The main gun muzzle on the bow of the privateer was pointed directly at the merchant ship. The smoke from the previous rounds of shelling had not yet dissipated. The dense number of gun ports on both sides showed its power.
"Turn left, full sail, hurry up, you can't use your strength, hurry up." The captain, who was already sweating profusely, yelled loudly.
The sailor below also pulled the noose quickly with all his strength.
"Chain bullet, chain bullet, duck, duck," a shout came from the watchtower on the ship's mast.
The whistling sound of shelling came quickly, and everyone on the ship quickly looked for shelter. Abian was no exception. The power of the bombardment was not something he could withstand, and his awakened physique allowed him to quickly find a shelter.
But a sailor next to him was not so lucky. With the powerful kinetic energy, the whistling iron chain turned into a terrifying murder weapon, tearing the person to pieces.
Under the bombardment of roaring bullets, the planks on the deck were ragged.
"Shit, are those vampires planning to blow up this ship directly?" Simba roared angrily.
How can I say this? This ship has accompanied him across the sea for many years. He is also very angry when he sees his beloved ship being smashed to pieces.
After three rounds of continuous fire, the crossbar of the merchant ship's mainmast was inevitably destroyed by the chain bullets. Everyone's faces turned pale when they saw the jib falling sideways on the deck without any support.
Without the function of the sail, it is no longer possible to escape.
The Imperial Navy is extremely weak, but that does not mean that all the Imperial Navy are useless, especially privateers. In order to maximize profits, privateers mostly engage in gang-hopping battles, which is why Abian and others are now
The reason for still being alive.
Taking the standard artillery configuration of naval warships, there are 24 artillery pieces on three decks. Even if the artillery division is poor in skills, three rounds of concentrated fire salvos will make the ship disappear in the sea.
"Wait a minute, follow me." Simba solemnly pulled out the scimitar from his waist and said to Abian.
Although Simba usually talks a lot and is extremely crude, he is still prepared to advance and retreat together with the merchant ships at critical moments.
Abian nodded, not intending to listen to Simba and follow him later. But at this time, as the owner of the ship, Simba's every move affected the emotions of the sailors below, and a rash refusal would make the
The sailors below were even more uneasy.
When the real war begins, Simba may not even be able to catch up with Ebian.
If the other party planned to directly bomb the merchant ship, Abian would still be worried. But when it was his turn to engage in a boarding battle, he was not worried at all.
"Get the flintlock musket, hurry, hurry, hurry"
"Get in line"
The sailors quickly obeyed the order and set up the array.
"Ready to launch." The intensive sound of shooting and gunpowder smoke filled the entire deck. The projectiles hit the opposite deck. The privateers who had been prepared for it hid behind the side planks of the ship, which had no effect at all.
Before the third round of shooting started, the enemy ship was already within jumping distance.
The rapidly rotating flying rope quickly caught the side of the ship, and the fenders were immediately raised.
"Go, go, go." Shouting crazily, they rushed towards the merchant ship.
The human walls on both sides were pushed together, and the blades were pointed at each other. Blood splattered on the deck for a while, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire deck.
At that time, Ebian did not act. He stayed by Simba's side. The first wave of gang members were just to get a place to board the ship. There was not much threat. The real threat was the commander in the fleet.
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A general principle for naval fleets: Commanders require decisive force when necessary. Excessive consumption of physical strength will affect subsequent wars. Abian does not know the strength of the supreme commander, so he does not dare to attack rashly.
It's just that the sailors below are suffering at this time. If they are dealing with ordinary navy, Simba's people are not afraid at all.
But compared with the privateers who are blinded by financial interests, they can only continuously shrink their defense lines.
The number of people on the deck and the bottom of the ship continued to increase, and Abian had to take action to deal with several enemy troops who broke out of the defense line.