People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

"Get moving you idiots!"

At this time, on the deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge, the pale and tall Voodoo Corpse was holding a long whip and whipping the sailors' backs hard.

These voodoo corpses are objects shaped by black magic. They look a bit like zombies and are strong.

"When we search later, don't let me see you hiding even a shilling, otherwise your heads will hang under the side of the ship until the flesh and blood rot and fall off, turning into part of the Queen Anne's Revenge!"

The sailors endured the whipping silently. They had long been accustomed to the days on the Queen Anne's Revenge. They were more like slaves than sailors.

They usually don't need to participate in the battle. They only need to watch Blackbeard standing on the bow of the ship, raising the sword, and their enemies will all be hung up like lambs. The cables will suffocate those people, and then they will pick them off the ground. They look for those who are more likely to survive than to be hanged, pick off each other's heads one by one, and plunder all their wealth.

As for those who were lucky enough to escape the cables while hiding in the cabin, Voodoo Corpse would tell them what it means to have nowhere to hide.

Blackbeard's raids usually leave no one alive.

"Warships, pirate ships, merchant ships, when did such a huge and strange fleet appear in the Caribbean?" a sailor whispered.

"It has nothing to do with us, they are in bad luck anyway." Another sailor sighed: "How many people have to be chopped down, their hands will be exhausted."

"The most tiring thing is not to kill people, but also to move the belongings afterwards."

No one would doubt that someone could resist Blackbeard's attack. This is an iron rule proven by countless plunders. In fact, on the sea, not to mention merchant ships, even pirate ships, seeing Blackbeard The flag will also disappear.

The sailor stepped on his toes and looked at the largest warship in the distance. The cables on the warship were dancing like a group of snakes. Countless people could be seen holding up their swords to resist the cables, but no matter how sensitive the person was, they were faced with the all-pervasive cables. There will also be times when flaws are revealed.

Then they would be tied up with a rope and lose their balance, and finally wrapped around their necks and hanged in the air.

More and more people were hanging above the deck, until finally, no one could be seen standing.

"Get to work." Blackbeard's deep voice sounded, and then there was the sound of the sword being sheathed neatly.

According to usual habits, after the terrifying captain has finished his work, he should return to the captain's cabin, enjoy pipes and wine, and wait for the wealth to be brought back in a steady stream, but at this time he is still standing on the second floor of the deck. At the door of the captain's cabin, he did not relax his vigilance.

Blackbeard is a very arrogant person, but not so arrogant that he thinks facing an entire fleet is the same as facing a single ship.

An ordinary sailor can also guess that even if most of the people have been hung by cables, the parts hidden in the cabins cannot be underestimated. He needs to keep an eye on those ships at all times to prevent a certain cannon from being successfully fired and hitting Queen Anne. Aboard the Revenge.

"Get ready to dock!"

The voodoo ghosts raised their weapons and roared, then took the lead in holding the cable and swinging over.

The sailors followed one after another, falling like rain on the deck of the Intrepid.

The voodoo ghosts walked towards the cabin with clear goals, while the sailors spread out on the deck, preparing to clean up the lucky ones who were not dead yet. Or the unlucky ones.

"I feel something is wrong." A sailor frowned.

"Is there something wrong? Isn't it like this every time?"

"No, it's too quiet." The sailor gulped, "Didn't you notice that these people who were hung didn't even make any movement of struggling? How long has it been? Have everyone been hanged already?"

"Isn't this a good thing? It just saves energy." Another sailor's eyes lit up: "I haven't noticed before that there are so many gold decorations on this ship!"

"No matter how much it is, it has nothing to do with you." The sailor who felt something was wrong shook his head, put down his doubts, and said: "Hurry up and search out the belongings of these people first. If you are slow, we will come back later." Gotta get whipped.”

He came to a suspended sailor and looked up. This man was wearing a navy soldier's uniform, his neck was tightly entangled with the cable, and he was still holding a stabbing sword in his hand. It seemed that he was not dead at all. willingly.

"It looks like a good sword." The sailor was a little tempted. Although he couldn't hide his property, it wouldn't hurt to change himself to a better weapon, right?

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to hold the sword body and exerted slight force, but did not pull the sword out of the opponent's hand.

"Huh?" He raised his head in confusion and said to himself: "You are still so tight after you are dead?"

"Maybe not dead yet."

There was a voice, and the sailor responded reflexively: "How is it possible? I've been hanging for so long——"

He raised his head and saw that the hanging soldier's closed eyes had opened at some point, staring straight at him.

The rest of his words were stuck in his throat, and he sucked in a breath.

The sharp blade of the stabbing sword flashed, and several fingers flew up. The sailor opened his mouth wide, and the pain made him want to scream.

But the next moment, a sword blade was forcefully inserted into his mouth and forced out from the back of his head, and the scream turned into a hissing sound of airflow.

"kill!"

The cry of killing sounded in vain from the Intrepid. Under the horrified eyes of the sailors of the Queen Anne's Revenge, the hanging "corpses" swaying in the sea breeze began to move one by one.

Those deadly ropes still strangled their throats, but they acted as usual one by one, cutting the ropes with their swords, and with the force of their fall, they plunged the sword blades into the bodies of the sailors.

"God--"

There was almost no resistance, and these sailors, who were usually only responsible for harvesting and plundering, were strangled like grass under great fear.

The door of the Dauntless cabin burst open with a bang, and a pale body flew out upside down.

Then a second, and a third, until all the voodoos were thrown out.

Obviously, these dirty creatures awakened by black magic have no advantage at all when facing the real undead. After their heads are chopped off, they will only become rotten pieces of flesh.

Tom strode out with a group of people, raising his sword high.

"The enemy ship is close! Counterattack!"

The Dreadnaught's hull was already high, and the soldiers standing on the side of the ship could already see the black beard on the Queen Anne's Revenge, as well as the horrified and gloomy look on the other side.

"Your tricks are fun, but obviously not smart enough. It's all over, Blackbeard!"

Tom took the lead, pointing his sword at Blackbeard: "Unfortunately, it's our turn!"

It feels so good to imitate Mr. Tang’s tone of voice!

Tom was intoxicated with himself as he roared: "The Army of the Undead obeys!"

"Kill this pirate who dares to offend Mr. Tang!"

"Then bring that sword back, it's Mr. Tang's trophy."