Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The sea became calm again, and the waves swept away the planks and stumps. There were almost no traces of the fierce battle last night outside the lighthouse harbor.

Only on the beach along the harbor were the blackened keels of the two fireships still smoking.

“…In the name of God, the Son of God and the Holy Spirit, we hand over their bodies to the sea, waiting for the sea to bring them back to life and enjoy eternal peace and tranquility in heaven.”

On the deck of the Glorious, Admiral Naresho was making his final speech.

After a brief mourning ceremony, the bodies of the sailors were sent into the sea from the gangplank covered with military flags.

This is life on board, everything is frugal and simple, and the etiquette and moral concepts on land do not apply here.

There were no coffins or graveyards. The fallen sailors were sealed into sacks filled with stones and then "sent" into the sea. The living people have to be busy living and continue to struggle in the difficult and dangerous sea.

At this moment, Winters was leading the remaining soldiers of the 100th Army to dig graves outside Lighthouse City.

Antonio, who had always been tolerant, refused to give in at the funeral. He refused to accept the more time-saving and labor-saving burial at sea, and insisted on burying the remains of the fallen soldiers of the Third Army on land.

Army soldiers are not sailors. Sailors are used to all this and can accept the sea as their destination. But Antonio could not and would not tolerate anyone throwing his soldiers into the sea to feed the fish.

After Captain Wilson was killed in action, Winters temporarily took over as Centurion of the First Hundred.

Centurion is a position that can only be held by a regular officer, so Winters will only serve temporarily until the army headquarters sends a new regular officer to replace him.

Although it is difficult for Winters to express criticism as a vested interest, he still discovered a serious flaw in the Army's current officer system - insufficient redundancy.

There is only one officer in a centurion. Once this officer is killed in battle, the entire centurion will lose its organization. At the same time, the person who replaces this officer has to wait to be sent from the army headquarters, which turns the entire command system into a delicate and fragile egg sculpture. .

However, considering that he was only a small warrant officer, Winters thought it was better to let the people above him worry about this. He just wanted to dig these pits as soon as possible.

In the decisive battle at sea more than ten hours ago, the Veneta Navy had the last laugh.

After the Glorious docked with the Revenge, the other naval warships following the Glorious did not come to support the flagship.

The captains calmly made a judgment that there were places on the battlefield that needed them more, and they could only believe that the Glory could win in the duel with the Revenge.

When Veneta's main fleet broke through the fire ships, the galley warships were engaged in a bitter battle.

Because of being at a numerical disadvantage, when a Veneta galley puts its boarding gangway on a Tanirian warship, another or even several Tanirian warships will shoot at her with artillery.

As a result, the galleys not only had to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Tanilia warships from the front, but also suffered artillery fire from behind.

The arrival of Veneta's main warship completely changed this situation. The galley warships no longer had to fight one against two, and the warships from both sides began to fight against each other.

When a naval battle turns into a tug-of-war on a crowded deck, the side with stronger nerves and more numbness to pain can win.

In the end, the Tanirians could no longer endure such bloody battles. They were not a navy, they were just a fleet of pirates, adventurers and speculators.

They set out to sea greedy for loot and bounty, and when they realized the battle was unwinnable, all the Tanirian warships scrambled and began to flee.

Before the Revenge gave up resistance, the Tanirian fleet completely collapsed.

The pirates who could still escape lowered their full sails regardless, took advantage of strong winds and waves to push their speed to the limit, and fled to the dangerous waters of the east in a panic.

However, Speyer was unable to get his wish because Drake escaped.

Time goes back to more than ten hours ago.

On the Revenge, which was undergoing a fierce battle, the first floor of the stern building had been captured by the sailors of the Golden Lion. However, there was only a narrow ladder leading to the second floor. The sailors were unable to attack it for a while, and the momentum was frustrated.

At the ladder entrance on the second floor, Drake picked up a machete and stabbed a Veneta sailor in the neck, then kicked the limp body downstairs, laughing wildly: "Don't send your poor men." Come up and die, Spier! If you have the courage, come up and challenge me yourself!"

Of course, Speyer downstairs would not believe Drake's lies. Because his advantage was increasing infinitely, Speyer was even more unhurried: "I'm not in a hurry. In fact, I'm looking forward to slowing down time so that I can I’ll enjoy your despair for a while longer! Hahahahaha! Don’t jump down on your own initiative, and I won’t fight you one-on-one if you jump down!”

Drake's voice became increasingly angry: "Coward! Coward! [Incoherent vulgar language]!"

The louder the curses were from upstairs, the louder Spier laughed, as if he was enjoying the last bit of Drake's madness.

However, he silently urged his crew with gestures, and the two rotating cannons on the ship's side were dismantled by the sailors of the Golden Lion and carried into the cabin.

While Spier was scolding Drake, he did not stop at work, quickly loading the two rotating cannons.

"Wait, I'm going up!" Spier shouted, pointing the rotary gun at the stairs.

"I'm waiting for you! [Vulgar language]!" Drake cursed while igniting the gunpowder on the iron kettle in his hand. He used words to hold back Speyer in order to win. Time to make this improvised bomb.

At the same time that the hissing and burning iron kettle was thrown down the stairs, the two rotary cannons filled with shotguns brought by Speyer also opened fire. Dozens of shotshells the size of fruit cores flew into the second-story ship building. Suddenly there was a scream.

The moment the rotary cannon fired, Speyer also saw what was thrown down from upstairs. He immediately ran towards the lower cabin. With Speyer's shout of "Run!", the iron kettle exploded, and the glory next to it exploded. Everyone on board could clearly feel the power of the explosion.

"You...you are really despicable!" Smoke filled the stern of the ship, and Spier cursed for the first time in this conversation.

"Humph, aren't you the same?" Derek replied with a sneer.

"It's a pity that your iron thunder explodes in two pieces. It has no power. It just makes a sound."

"Your cannons all hit the wood, and few people were hurt."

Deep down in their hearts, these old enemies knew that they were essentially the same person. Drake was the Spier of Taneria, and Spier was the Drake of Veneta.

Silence fell on the stern of the ship, and only the sound of fighting could be heard from other parts of the ship.

"Surrender, Derek. You have reached a dead end. You will definitely not survive, but I promise to give you a good time and not let you be arrested and humiliated." Spier was completely sincere this time.

Drake upstairs was pressing the wound on his arm caused by the rotary cannon. He subconsciously wanted to say a few harsh words to retaliate, but suddenly felt discouraged.

Speyer was right. The Venetians on the Revenge were overwhelming. The Tanirian fleet on the sea was crumbling. He had lost everything. For the first time in his life, he truly understood what the end of the road meant.

Drake grasped his scimitar again and said through gritted teeth: "Don't you ever try to capture me alive!"

The moment the machete was put on his neck, Drake heard his men shout: "There is a ship! It's coming!"

In the deep night, a large black sailboat quietly entered the battlefield from the northwest. It did not participate in the melee. Instead, it approached the starboard side of the Revenge and rammed into the Golden Lion at full speed.

With a violent impact, the large sailing ship hit the middle section of the Golden Lion. The huge inertia caused the big ship to ride directly on the Golden Lion. The bow of the ship was raised high, and the weight of the entire ship was transferred to the end of the keel. Passed to the hull of the Golden Lion.

In the painful groan of the hull, the Golden Lion was crushed by the waist and broke into two parts.

A group of boarding teams swung ropes from the galleon and jumped onto the deck of the Revenge. The leader of the group carried four spring guns and wielded scimitars like a storm, clearing away the Venetians on the entire deck.

Drake recognized this unique-shaped sailing ship, and even more so, the berserker-like double-blade dancer. He laughed wildly and shouted as if he was out of danger: "It's the Firebird! It's Captain Kenway coming! Hahahaha! You all must die!"

When the last men beside Drake heard the name Firebird, they rekindled their fighting spirit and followed Drake downstairs.

However, Speyer and the crew of the Golden Lion had been forced back into the cabin by the Firebird's boarding team.

Drake grabbed the shoulder of the leader of the boarding group and said frantically: "You finally came to help me! Naresho is on the boat next to it, let's go and kill them all! In this battle we will Didn’t lose!”

The person who came took off his hood, and it was Edward James Kenway, another legendary captain of the Federation who was still trying to prevent the war until the last moment, master of rigging.

"I'm not here to raise your bet." Edward didn't say anything nonsense and punched Derek unconsciously.

Taking Drake with them, the Firebird's boarding team quickly returned to their ship and then departed.

The entire raid was as fast as thunder. Before the officers on board the Glory could react, the Firebird had already rescued Drake.

The warships chasing the fleeing enemy reported seeing a large black ship sailing into the reef area. No ship dared to follow the Firebird into the reef area. In the view of Veneta's sailors, ships entering the reef area were already doomed. If it sinks, there is no need to pursue it.

The battle was already won, and no sailor was willing to risk it at the last moment.

In this battle, the Veneta fleet captured four warships and five armed merchant ships, including the Revenge, the flagship of the Tanirian fleet, at the cost of losing seven galleys and three galleons. One warship and three armed merchant ships were sunk and burned. The remaining Tanirian ships fled into the death sea east of the lighthouse port and their whereabouts are unknown.

The warships that the Tanirians snatched from Haidong Port have all been recaptured or sunk.

The Tanirians could no longer muster a fleet capable of confronting the Veneta navy.

A real big win.

The three large sailing ships lost were all set on fire while breaking through the arson ship. The fire was uncontrollable and they all had to abandon the ship.

Fortunately, the Glory was not burned. The gunners of the Revenge used heavy artillery to bombard the waterline of the Glory, causing water to enter the cabin of the Glory and the hull to sink.

As the ship sank, the sampan nailed to the bow also sank into the water, extinguishing the fire on the arson ship. The sailors of the Glory desperately blocked the hole under the waterline and rescued the fleet flagship from the edge of sinking.

In this way, the Glorious Ship survived by accident, which makes people sigh.

And as Nareshaw said, the twenty-one troop transport ships were watched from a distance during the entire naval battle and were of no use.

Dusk the next day of the Battle of Beacon Harbor.

"There's actually nothing we can do about it." Cage lay on the bed and said nonchalantly: "I didn't count on them at first. When the troop transport ships were requisitioned, they were requisitioned together with the original captains and sailors. Of course they were more Want to save my boat.”

Cage's head was now completely shaved, and there was a shocking wound on his scalp, which required more than a dozen stitches.

Not surprisingly, with his qualifications in this battle, he will be able to be successfully promoted from officer cadet to adjutant - the Navy has lost a large number of officers and is in need of people to fill the vacancies.

"I don't think that's the only thing." Bud said thoughtfully: "I think for your navy, the captain's subjective initiative is very important. Army officers are used to obeying orders, while navy captains most of the time It is your own decision. When the Glory connected with the enemy last night, no warships came to rescue them, and they all went straight to the main battlefield. This shows that the captains on each ship have made a judgment and believe that compared to rescuing the flagship, the frontal The battlefield is more important."

Cage grinned: "Your statement is quite new...but if you think about it carefully, it's true. That's it. A lonely ship is on the sea, surrounded by water. A ship is a kingdom, and the captain is the king. .”

"I think the reason for the inconsistency of orders is that the captain of the merchant ship wants to join the war, but the army officer on the ship may be waiting for orders. The army officer may want to join the war, but the captain of the merchant ship may want to save the ship. If each ship could be assigned a full authority Commander, we may have an easier time fighting this battle."

Andre's upper bunk snored at an inappropriate time. He always felt sleepy listening to these armchair military discussions. He is a practical man who can only be understood through personal involvement.

"How is this possible? How can the army listen to the words of a naval officer? The navy will not be willing to listen to the command of an army officer." Cage also yawned.

"But aren't we now unified under the command of the Joint Command? The Joint Command should have the power to appoint officers who can command both the army and the navy." Winters said, leaning on his arm and thinking.

"Forget it, don't talk about this. If this is really the case, you army officers should not be here, but should be on the galley. Then replace the sailors on the galley with those requisitioned merchant ships. . This is the most reasonable arrangement, so that the entire fleet can exert its full combat power. But in the end, wasn't it to take care of your army that we placed you on the big ship?"

Cage's words of truth left Winters and Bud speechless.

"Stop talking about this, I heard something." Cage also realized that the atmosphere had become a little awkward, and quickly changed the topic, sat up, patted Winters' bunk, and said with a smirk, "I heard something. Said you scared the sailors on the Golden Lion to the point of pissing their pants."

"This is too exaggerated. It can't reach that level." Bud immediately defended his friend: "Who told you this?"

Cage slapped his thigh: "Do you still need others to tell me? It has spread throughout the fleet. I guess you will have a nickname soon. If you are afraid that others will give me a bad nickname, just think of a nickname for me." Help you spread the word. Alas, I have always wanted a nickname..."

After Cage was stabbed on the head, he seemed to have developed a chatty personality.

Winters sighed, lying on his side with his back to Cage and curled up, feeling a stomachache.

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