Reborn As a Pirate

Delta, Parchman Sandbar.

Parchman Sandbar is an outlying lowland island in the heartland northeast of the Mississippi River Delta.

Different from the salt marsh that covers most of the sandbar, it is surrounded by cobweb-like small rivers, and the surrounding terrain is slightly higher, forming a natural dam to curb the backflow of seawater.

That's why there is a rare soil that does not analyze salt crystals. Even if it is barren or desertified, it can still support a small cotton plantation and feed the attached black slave town, Parchman Town.

The island is also a well-known habitat for seabirds. Gentlemen who hunt birds come here all year round. They lead dogs with guns on their backs, and bring three or five personal entourages. They stop at the Pelican Farm next to the town for a short time to enjoy their leisurely killing time.

The same is true for Karen and Pierce, a pair of well-off father and son, wearing brand-new comfortable shirts and breeches, with Wu Huanhuan and a large group of fierce white entourage.

If you insist on distinguishing them from common seabird hunters...they don't have hunting dogs around them, but they have a full 40 double-barreled shotguns with such powerful firepower that they look like a small army.

The owner of the farm secretly beat a drum in his heart.

Ordinary wealthy businessmen certainly can't support such a big ostentation, not to mention that they have to train their entourage to prohibit and strictly follow the rules.

This guest named Keren might be a senior bureaucrat in the interior, or a senior officer of the colonial army...

In short, it must be the kind of high-ranking big shot!

What if a proper connection could be made with such a big shot... say, a marriage contract?

Pierce felt a scorching gaze swept over his back, and he was so uncomfortable that he shuddered several times.

Karen glanced at him worriedly: "Little Pierce, are you not sick?"

"How could it be!" Pierce blushed and waved his hands again and again, "In order not to hinder everyone, I specifically asked Mr. Solander for a panacea! Mr. Solander said that although his medicine could not cure any disease, it definitely could Make sure I stay safe for the next week!"

"There is also this miracle medicine!"

"It is the most advanced crystallization of alchemy and modern medicine!"

"Could it be...Azot?"

"It's not a panacea." Pierce shook his head with regret and admiration, "Mr. Solander said frankly that although he has the formula for refining panacea, he has no ability to refine it until he finds the fifth element." A true panacea."

Karen couldn't help but gasped: "If it's not the real Azot, is it some kind of substitute?"

"Mr. Scott, have you heard of Astral Antimony? Mr. Solander said that it is an impure Azot. Because it is bound by the law of chaos, it cannot be purified or separated. It is the great discovery of the last sage. !"

"Star antimony? The strange crystal described in Basil Valentine's "The Triumph of Antimony"?"

"Mr. Scott really knows about star antimony!" Pierce danced his fist excitedly. The existence of Azot. This is the closest human being to the fifth element since the Renaissance and the decline of alchemy!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true! Modern medicine, alchemy secrets, mix cow dung, donkey whiskers, rabbit urine, mouse droppings, and an appropriate amount of salt and sulfur. After stewing, use fierce fire to extract the crystals. This is star antimony! Mr. Scott has never seen its beauty, it is like capturing fragments in the starry sky and storing them in black gemstones. As long as you eat it, you will be free from all diseases within a week!"

"Have you eaten?"

"certainly!"

"What's the taste?"

"Good medicine tastes bitter!"

"what……"

"Mr. Scott, Mr. Solander is great, right? I want to learn alchemy and medicine from him!"

"Of course it's good for young people to be eager to learn.

The problem is shooting, swordsmanship, cartography, command, weather and financial management, the captain also insisted that you study noble etiquette and literature, plus alchemy will..."

"I can still squeeze out two hours! Four hours of sleep a day is enough!"

Seeing the frenzied look on Little Pierce's face, Karen sighed affectionately, stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair heavily: "If you really want to learn, go ask Daniel after this time. Alchemy is not something you can cherish Learning, he will agree..."

...

Nothing to say all night.

Early the next morning, Keren and Pierce led all forty gunmen out, carrying sufficient supplies and equipment, and plunged into the vast dense forest spanning two or three small islands.

No one wanted to go and inform the owner of the farm, because their only purpose of coming here was to let the Musketeers get acquainted with the new guns they got as soon as possible without attracting the attention of outsiders as much as possible.

In a clearing in the dense forest, Karen stood in front of the crowd with his new gun held high.

"Look at the rags in your hands! It's a double-barreled shotgun made by a local gunsmith, with a caliber of 0.109. The fastest rate of fire is 3 rounds per minute, the effective range is 50 meters, the best range is 8 meters, and the fire rate is 60%. Because It has two barrels, uses larger charge and lead bullets, so it is powerful and dense, and it is very popular among fur hunters."

"Don't doubt it! Compared with the maritime commuting you are used to, this is an out-and-out scrap iron! But, it is your new weapon!"

"You are all long-term sailors of the Chamber of Commerce, and you are the most loyal subordinates in the captain's heart. Since the captain transferred the entire Musketeer team from the Golden Deer to the Jackdaw, you should understand that our identities must not be revealed!"

"So, the maritime commuter is left on the Golden Deer, including your hunter, Mr. Artis, you must be familiar with the new guns and be proficient in the new guns. This is your mission!"

"Next, a group of four should shoot at least one hundred rounds a day! The captain's request is that each group should ensure uninterrupted firepower in standing positions and uninterrupted suppression of mobile shooting! You only have three days, be careful of poisonous snakes in the woods And crocodiles by the water! Now, disband!"

"Yes, sir!"

The tacitly coordinated musketeers quickly divided into ten groups, scattered into the quiet jungle like fireworks.

After a while, there were dense gunshots in the woods.

Pierce leaned on a Kentucky rifle that was taller than him, with a depressed face: "Two barrels, three rounds per minute... Even if the rate of fire is not reliable, the rate of fire of their team is much higher than that of maritime commuters... "

Karen looked at him dumbfounded: "You are a hunter, and this is still a land battle. The range of 50 meters is too short and too dangerous for you."

"I know..." Pierce held up Kentucky with both hands, "but the barrel of this broken gun is too long, even if the land is wider than the observation deck, and one shot every three minutes, I can't support you like I am on a boat. .”

"No need for support." Karen smiled contemptuously. "In the captain's plan, you didn't act with us. The most important thing is to be familiar with the new gun."

"That's right." Pierce stomped his feet and raised his head abruptly with his rifle on his shoulders. "Mr. Scott, do you think my brother's plan this time... is too complicated?"

"Is it complicated?" Karen thought for a while, "The captain's thinking is correct. The cost of participating in the war is too high, and the cost performance is too low. Waiting for Earl Galvez to be assassinated and appear at the right time is the best way to save people. "

"Since this is the case, we'll just wait for the assassin to appear. No matter how bad it is, we can organize a fake assassination. Why do we have to make it real? There are too many variables."

"You're still too young." Keren smiled and patted Pierce on the shoulder. "Humans are often afraid of acting for the first time. If we just wait and see what happens, we may not want to assassinate until the war outside the city is over. Count Galvez's people will not really do anything. Such a development is good for Count Galvez, but it is not good for us."

"We need to make things more interesting and uncontrollable. Just like what the captain said, the earl takes the greatest risk, and we compete for the greatest wealth. After all, wealth is what you seek in danger."