When I first joined the warship, the sailors on the ship had not yet formed combat effectiveness, lacked artillery, lacked experience, and most importantly, lacked personnel. There were two or three big cats and kittens, and they couldn't even catch the ten million bounty criminals. The boat is small, the sails are tattered, and two people can't even share three shells. I went to the admiral of the navy to ask for supplies. Guess what the admiral said? There are no supplies, but one life. Look at how much my head is worth. , if you have the ability, you cut off my head to change the cannon. It's really inhumane. If I could cut you off, I would have cut you off. Another thought, I can't kill him instantly, but he can't be killed by me, either. People can't do things beyond their abilities, so thinking about it makes me feel balanced. In this way, when my sea career just started, I couldn't even deal with the little pirates who were not popular. It can be said that it was a blue thread... Yes, am I not a pirate? Why do I still want to catch pirates?