In the Name of the Queen

If it was half a day ago, Roland dared to be so arbitrary, Bridges would have said a few words to him, and taught the young man who didn't know how deep the sea was.

But it's different now.

Bridges hesitated.

He didn't refute directly, but patiently persuaded: "Captain Roland, thanks to your majesty's blessing, not many sailors were lured into the water by the sirens. Most of the 35 sailors who just died were caused by collisions."

"If other warships collide with the Sovereign, the consequences will be serious."

He turned to Sif and reminded softly: "Your Majesty, if you still have the ability to protect everyone, I suggest you drop anchor and keep everyone awake, stay alert, and respond to risks at any time."

"Siren is vengeful by nature, and will most likely come again, but as long as you are prepared, it is not difficult to deal with it."

Bridges' suggestion is of course no problem.

The danger of sailing at night is much higher than that of the sirens.

After all, the sirens' frontal combat capabilities are average, and they rely more on sneak attacks and singing temptations.

But.

"Only the Sirens?"

Roland calmly asked back: "General Bridges, you have rich sailing experience and broad knowledge. Have you heard that Sirens appeared in the Dovor Strait before?"

Bridges' face changed slightly.

He understood what Roland meant.

This was not an ordinary incident of sirens tempting sailors.

This was a premeditated and organized ambush.

If they anchored in place, more and more powerful sea monsters would besiege them, which would be much more dangerous than a collision.

Bridges said decisively: "I understand. Then let other ships keep a distance from the Sovereign and set sail immediately."

He was most afraid that other battleships would collide with the Sovereign.

As long as the Queen was fine, no matter how big the matter was, it would be a small matter.

If the Queen was in trouble, he could only jump into the sea and die for his country.

Sif shook her head slowly, "Let other ships follow around, I will protect everyone."

Although her voice was hoarse, her attitude was not to be disputed.

Bridges had no choice but to stand at attention and salute, saying loudly: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

He was no longer a cold machine that executed orders, but was impressed by the Queen's demeanor.

This is what the Sussex Emperor should be like.

She will not abandon any warrior who follows her.

This is everyone's emperor.

Although the task was arduous, Bridges was full of fighting spirit.

It's just a nighttime sail.

It must be completed, and it will definitely be completed.

After watching Bridges leave, Sif took out a small medicine bottle from the small box she carried with her, and was about to unscrew the bottle cap and drink a few sips, but was snatched away by the sharp-eyed Roland.

"Medicines with huge side effects are not allowed to be used."

Roland took the medicine bottle and threw it into the sea.

"You, do you know what this medicine is?"

"I don't know, but your eyes are full of stupid self-admiration."

Roland refuted Sif mercilessly, "I know what you are thinking, you want to protect everyone, you want to win everyone's support. I support you, but the price cannot be irreversible damage."

"But."

"No buts, you can absolutely trust me." Roland was firm.

Yes, she still has Roland.

Sif was relieved, nodded and chuckled, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The fleet set sail again.

The sailors had no complaints.

They knew that the queen was blessing everyone, and the fleet was led by the battle-hardened General Bridges, and they were full of confidence.

Staring at the sea under the night sky, Roland's expression was solemn.

Of course he had a reason to insist on leaving quickly.

Even if there were no other sea monsters, male sirens would be troublesome.

There are records of sirens in the inherited memory of the elves.

Female sirens are beautiful and good at singing.

Male sirens are burly, strong and have strong combat power.

But they were much slower than the female Sirens.

Staying where they were was to give the male Sirens time to catch up.

If he hadn't made a prompt decision to set sail just now, a complete army of Sirens would have arrived.

They had to go.

Female Sirens were not very strong in combat and could only seduce from a distance, not daring to board and attack.

It would have been a bloody battle to let the male Sirens board.

The Sovereign split the waves and advanced at an astonishing speed in the night.

Other ships also spread all their sails and rushed forward.

This was the ultimate test of the Fourth Fleet's navigation skills.

It was unimaginable to sail in formation at night in this era, but they did it.

Bridges stood on a high place, nervously observing the entire fleet, fearing that something might go wrong.

All the members of the Fourth Fleet were fully focused and maintained a good formation.

Just when he thought there would be no more trouble on this journey, the damn song sounded again.

The moment the Siren Song sounded, the Queen's melodious and graceful singing sounded at the same time.

Bridges' face changed slightly.

It can be heard that the queen is tired.

Her singing is obviously not as penetrating as before, and her voice is a little hoarse.

The siren that blocked the way sang much more beautifully than before.

The enemy's trump card was deployed.

On the top deck, outside the captain's room, Sif barely managed to finish a song, and her voice became even more hoarse.

She could only use her eyes to ask Roland for help.

It's your turn.

Roland nodded, took over Sif and came to the amplification magic circle, cleared his throat, and stood up with his head held high.

The second act of the siren's song was sung.

The sad song evoked endless past memories in the hearts of the sailors. Some people couldn't help but run to the edge of the deck and wanted to jump into the sea. Fortunately, they were awakened by their companions with sticks prepared in advance.

The sailors found the wonderful use of the sticks and picked them up to beat each other.

People are dominated by desire only when they are in a full state.

Humans dominated by great pain have no desire and can only howl.

Just as the sailors were hitting each other, Roland spoke.

His howl immediately suppressed the siren who was still singing.

"Brother, there is a wide sea in front of you."

Sif almost fell off the high deck.

Is this a song that humans can control?

Although Sif did not have much hope for Roland's voice, Roland's solemn promise just now ignited her expectations.

Roland is an artist. Maybe he can sing if he is forced to do it?

Now she understands.

When people are forced to do it, they are just very anxious. If they can't do it, they still can't do it.

For example, mathematics and singing.

Roland's singing makes donkeys cry and crows shut up in shame.

His songs are all in tune, but they are just ugly.

Bridges, who was sweating profusely while commanding the fleet, also fell silent.

He had to admit that Roland was a good guy.

Except singing, which was really unpleasant.

The Sirens were silent too.

Roland's rough and heroic singing was beyond their understanding of music.

They all agreed that humans' singing skills varied, but Roland easily surpassed their lower limit of understanding.

This guy not only sang unpleasantly, but also had a loud voice.

With the blessing of the super-amplification magic circle, the howling echoed over the sea where the fleet was located.

Sif's singing vibrated the eardrum and soothed the soul.

Roland's singing pierced the eardrum and tore the soul.

The sailors held their heads in pain, and now they felt that hitting their heads with sticks was not particularly painful.

Humans have a good tolerance for noise pollution, but Sirens can't.

One siren went crazy.

She couldn't allow music to be defiled like this.

She rushed to the Sovereign.

The second siren went crazy, and she also rushed to the Sovereign, wanting to kill the source of the noise with her own hands.

What was waiting for her were harpoons, crossbows and muskets.

The mere sirens were no match for human soldiers in a one-on-one fight, let alone facing various weapons that attack fish.

The IQ of the sirens far exceeds that of ordinary marine creatures, but there is a big gap compared to humans.

Enraged by Roland's singing, the furious sirens rushed forward one after another, and even the leader of the siren sirens couldn't stop them.

Soon, at least a dozen sirens were shot and killed, and more sirens who were lucky enough to get on the ship were knocked unconscious and tied up.

Seeing that the situation was out of control, the leader of the siren sirens straightened his chest and screamed at the Sovereign.

Although she was screaming, her voice was still very beautiful.

"Human, shut up!"

Roland sang louder.

The siren leader was very angry, but she knew that if she didn't take out something, she would definitely not be able to exchange for her people, so she gritted her teeth and said:

"Human, I am willing to exchange myself for my people."

Roland's singing became louder.

Seeing the female siren posing in an alluring posture to try to seduce, he suddenly thought of a famous joke.

The fisherman caught a mermaid and released her.

His companion asked him: "Why?"

The fisherman replied: "How?"

Although it was a joke, it also shows that the siren's physiological structure is completely different from that of humans, and there is a strong smell of the sea on her body. Except for the superheroes with wild XP, normal people are really not interested.

It is not a wonderful experience to have your tongue pierced by your cheeks when kissing.

The most important thing is that Sif is still looking at him.

Roland laughed and said, "Do you think I have fish lips like you? Don't you just want to slow down the fleet's progress to buy time for the male sea to chase?"

His voice was high, but he was not answering the siren, but talking to the fleet.

He wanted to tell Bridges and all the sailors why they couldn't stop the ship.

The value of the siren leader is indeed far greater than that of ordinary sirens, but the ship is huge, and it takes a long time to stop and start the ship, and it is easy to cause accidents.

Once it stops, it may be a big deal.

Roland gave the order loudly.

"Full speed ahead!"

Bridges, who was commanding the fleet, snorted and accepted Roland's order.

Although they were not subordinate to each other, he knew that Roland's words were equal to the Queen's words. Instead of waiting for the Queen to repeat it again, it was better to execute it immediately.

He did not realize that Roland's cross-service command in an emergency had been tacitly accepted by him.

Seeing that Roland had no intention of stopping the ship, the Siren leader's face changed slightly.

Just now, in order to seduce Roland, she exposed her shoulders and even "accidentally" dropped her shell ornaments into the sea.

She was very confident in her appearance and figure, and firmly believed that no human male could resist the graceful and curious taste.

However, Roland gave her a loud slap in the face.

Not only was it a singing duel, but also a disregard for her feminine charm.

That damn human male must have seen it, but he just didn't care.

The Siren leader jumped out of the sea in anger, emitting a sharp and long whistle, as if guiding the direction.

Bridges quickly came to the bow, personally operated the crossbow, adjusted the direction, and fired fiercely.

The huge crossbow arrow flew out with the sound of wind and thunder.

The leader of the sea monster dodged subconsciously, and the crossbow arrow flew past her body, and she felt a burning sensation on her chest.

She covered the scratched part of her chest, and her scream became more shrill.

The waves surged, and the wind blew.

Standing on the high platform, Sif looked at the sea with some concern, and asked softly: "Roland, is there a stronger enemy coming?"

"Don't be afraid. Male sirens are very slow. Most elite warriors can't catch up. Only a few sirens with specialized speed can catch up."

"These sirens have very low defense. Crossbows and harpoons are enough to deal with them. Don't worry."

Roland's judgment was very accurate. 90% of the sirens chasing the fleet fell behind.

Only the Swift-Headed Siren, known as the light cavalry of the ocean, caught up.

The heads of these sirens resemble swordfish and can easily split the waves. Their bodies are also closer to fish than humans.

They are extremely fast, but their combat effectiveness is far inferior to that of the deep-sea Naga covered with scales.

The leader of the sirens was already mad. She didn't care so much.

This is the sea. Even the weakest sirens are stronger than humans.

This is their stereotype.

But she overlooked one thing.

Humans are vulnerable when they fall into the sea. They are at a disadvantage when they board the deck of the ship.

Roland didn't give any more orders. He didn't like micro-management, but chose to trust Bridges.

He didn't think his micromanagement skills could surpass Bridges, who had thirty years of experience at sea.

All his orders were just guiding ideas, not controlling details.

Bridges looked up at Roland on the platform, and after getting Roland's affirmative look, he felt relieved.

Captain Roland understood military affairs.

He never interfered when it was time to delegate power.

The charge of the Swift-Headed Siren turned into a death charge.

The sailors, who were full of anger and tortured to the point of wanting to die, finally found a way to vent their anger and acted mercilessly.

Their land warfare level was not as good as that of professional armies, but it did not mean that seafood could ride on the ship.

The sailors were too lazy to make trouble with these seafood, so they just picked up their muskets and fired first.

After three volleys, the sailors changed to long and short weapons, and the tridents and scimitar shields cooperated tacitly, killing the seafood.

After throwing hundreds of corpses, the female Siren leader and the Swift-Headed Siren leader who came over finally realized the huge gap in combat power between them and the elite human warriors.

If they hadn't played dirty, they would have had no chance of winning.

Although they were unwilling, they still chose to give up.

The sky in the east was turning pale, and the sun was about to come out.

The sun was deadly to the sirens.

Their delicate skin would be burned and cracked under the scorching sun.

The seafood retreated.

Nearly two hundred corpses and dozens of prisoners were left behind.

The sun rose.

The ocean was dyed golden red, as if blood was smeared all over the golden container.

Bridges came to the deck below with murderous intent. He looked at the prisoners coldly and asked:

"You, understand human language?"

The siren turned his head away stubbornly.

"Bang!"

The gunshot sounded, Bridges blew the gunpowder from the muzzle, and said slowly:

"Waste who can't understand human language doesn't deserve to live."

"Who else can't understand human language?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots were loud.

All seafood that could not understand human language were taken to the bow by angry sailors, beaten to death on the spot and thrown into the sea.

Bridges looked at the remaining dozen captives with a somewhat ferocious smile.

"Next, I will show you the top cooking methods of humans in processing seafood."