Reborn As a Pirate

Desolate suburban alleys, overturned carriages, wind blowing in the wild, blowing through the bushes, stirring up sand and dust.

In the distant sky, dark clouds are gathering, layer upon layer, like rolling cotton balls, echoing the vaguely fierce gun battle outside the field of vision, like a muffled thunder, shocking the world.

If all of this is compared to a static oil painting, then everyone in the middle is a constituent element of this painting, or the most insignificant part.

Those who hide in the woods, those who hide in the carriage, those who hold their hearts, those who hang their guts...

Exist and do not exist.

This Schrödinger-style stalemate has been going on for a long time since the gunshot that killed the galloping horse.

Lorraine's heart reached his throat, and the hammer rumbled, feeling like it would jump out of his throat at any moment.

The car overturned.

Just less than 20 meters away from him, the galloping carriage turned upside down, smashed to the ground, and rolled loudly. The scattered decorations on the carriage were splashed all over the ground, and long new marks were pulled out by the upturned wet soil.

The car accident was so heroic, is the earl in the car still alive?

Lorraine really wanted to send someone to investigate, but reason told him that now was far from the time for them to appear on stage.

Coming on too early can screw everything up. The assassins hiding on the opposite side may be scared away and cancel the assassination plan. When they run away, Lorraine's existence will become very embarrassing. No matter how fancy the explanation is, he cannot get rid of the assassin's suspicion.

This would be the worst possible outcome.

So wait...

On both sides of the forest, the gunmen with ulterior motives waited with bated breath around the carriage, competing for patience, and no one acted first.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and finally there was movement in the overturned carriage.

A big hand with white skin and bruises pushed open the upturned car door with difficulty, and the twisted and deformed flap made a tooth-piercing creaking sound, and the door stood up like a baffle.

Boom!

Another gunshot exploded on the opposite side of Lorraine, the flames suddenly appeared, and the rapid lead bullets crossed the space, blasting a huge hole in the door panel.

Lorraine shrank back when he saw the big hand,

Finally couldn't help grinning the corners of his mouth.

The count is still alive, and the assassination has begun!

"Kill the stupid Frenchman!"

"Kill the Frenchman! Drink the strongest rum and sleep with the hottest woman!"

Accompanied by naked battle horns, at least twenty gunmen rushed out from the other side of the forest, the number of them was only half of what Daniel had reported. It is conceivable that they sent the other half to a blocking position in the distance and blocked it for Lorraine. Those loyal and brave guards.

"It's really worth the money." Lorraine muttered softly, and swung his arm that had been raised for a long time, "Kill!"

Keren waited for the order!

The burly Germanic boatman stood up, and his low-pitched orders spread throughout the wild forest: "Protect the earl! Attack according to tactics!"

"Attack! Form a column, the gunfire keeps on! Fire!"

"Fire!"

The Jackdaw has entered the battle group!

The musketeer team of forty people was quickly divided into ten teams as they were in training, carrying crude double-barreled shotguns to form a smooth rotation battle formation.

The front row always keeps two people shooting. The main shooter uses the fastest speed to open the hammer and completes two rounds of shooting. No matter whether he hears the gunshot or not, he immediately lowers the barrel and retreats to the back row.

The deputy shooter listened to the noises around him with his ears upright, and raised his gun to shoot again as soon as he heard the hammer go out. And when the main shooter retreated into the back formation, he moved one step to the left to become the new main shooter in the queue, and make room for his companions in the back row to step forward.

Week after week!

This peculiar land combat method combines four people into a whole, like the four corners of a rectangle, spinning and stepping into the dense forest.

The assassins were completely unprepared for this sudden encounter, and seven of them were shot down as soon as they met each other. The rest of them scrambled and crawled back to the woods, relying on the thick trees, and started to shoot at the musketeers in a panic.

Compression quickly takes shape.

Karen stood majestically by the edge of the woods, like a real general, adjusting the situation of the battle with one general order after another.

"The third, sixth, and seventh groups cover the king's assault position."

"The first, second, fifth, and ninth groups, commanded by Desai, suppress the opponent."

"The tenth group moves north to prepare for the assassin's follow-up reinforcements."

"The fourth and eighth groups, take over the carriage and guard the wounded!"

Wang also killed and went out.

Dressed in an exaggerated colorful smock, with oil paint on his face and feathers on his head, he rushed out of the woods with a short spear like a bright parrot.

"Yah hoo!"

He let out a strange cry and walked like flying. With each step, he jumped nearly two meters away, and every time he landed, he was accompanied by a mysterious turning, as if his body was not bound by inertia and gravity at all.

He called this kind of step "Bagua Mizong step".

Broken lines, straight lines, slashes, backward slashes...

The flea-like king also had a lot of fun, and he attracted nearly half of the firepower on the other side by himself. He danced solo amidst the roar of muskets, seemingly dangerous, but actually comfortable.

Because there were not many lead bullets actually shot at him, once the gunmen on the opposite side showed up, they would be quickly knocked down by the platoon of guns behind Wang Ye, and very few people had the chance to pull the trigger.

He rushed into the dense forest in such a frantic manner, raised his hand and threw out the short gun in his hand, piercing the belly of an assassin gunman with a whistling sound.

"Sun King of the Incas, protect me!"

Beijing film, Cantonese, with the charm of swaying French, mixed with a little bit of Jiangxi dialect calling for mountains, Wang Ye's battle cry is so chaotic that even his master, the spirit of heaven, can't distinguish it, but it is miraculously frightened by the assassins I heard it.

The fur hunter who led the team shouted in horror: "It's the Inca warriors! Those legendary gods of death, Aztec eagle warriors!"

call!

The king who descended from the sky also kicked him to the ground, stepped on him with his heavy leather boots, bent down, and slowly drew out the scimitar on his waist.

"You are wrong. The captain said that I am Skyhawk Warrior, New Age Skyhawk Warrior. In Quechua, my name is EVA."

"A... baby?"

The scimitar swung across, and the blood spattered three feet!

...

The battle is in full swing.

Karen and the Musketeers had already controlled the situation on the battlefield. The assassins on the opposite side were suppressed by the intensive firepower and couldn't raise their heads.

Lorraine patted his clothes and stood up, took off Karen's huge hammer from behind him, carried it upside down, and walked towards the carriage step by step.

This carriage is unusually strong.

After the initial panic and shortness of breath, Lorraine found that under such a tragic overturn, its bread-shaped carriage did not undergo excessive distortion and deformation, and the pillars of the carriage did not show signs of breakage.

This shows that this car is covered with iron...

The assassin on the opposite side hadn't completely succumbed to the law. At this time, he climbed into the carriage, and the door was a lesson for the past.

Wanting to impress the Earl who escaped from death, but not wanting to take too much risk... Lorraine looked depressedly at the carriage lying on the ground, and decided to perform some acts of violence.

He walked to the side of the carriage, facing the miserable twisted axle and wheel hub, made two bah bah, and rubbed his palms.

"Is it Earl Galvez? Please stick to the roof of the carriage as much as possible to avoid unnecessary accidental injury."

"What... what?"

The response in the car was a little surprised and flustered, but Lorraine didn't have much desire to talk through the wall, so he simply lifted the sledgehammer, twisted his waist, turned his heels, and hit the middle of the axle and the frame with a heavy hammer.

The hammer easily broke a big hole at half a person's height.

Lorraine pulled out the hammer, bent down, and put on the most approachable smile possible.

He saw a miserable nobleman with dull and slightly fierce green eyes.

"Count Galvez, I am really relieved to see that you are still healthy and energetic."

The earl stretched his hands and feet against the curved ceiling, his face was pale, sweaty and bruised: "You...you are?"

"My name is Edward Kenway, a free smuggler." Lorraine straightened up and raised the sledgehammer again, "Don't worry, I'm here to rescue you."

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