Under the dark clouds and the gray dome, hundreds of cannonballs whistled in the cold winds of the winter night, and they were destined to leave a strong mark on the calm Adriatic Sea.

No one could see the shells, let alone dodge, and a few clever pirates jumped into the sea screaming, and at the moment they entered the sea, the bullets rained down.

Cannonballs the size of a skull set off an overwhelming wave in the sea centered on the Italian warship, and the loud roar of Kraken's blood engulfed this group of pirates who had never experienced disaster in an instant.

The wails of fear, mercilessly drowned by the waves, and the few who dived under the water were blown out alive by the shells, and lay on the broken planks like dead fish, unconscious.

Faced with the judgment of death, the pirates struggled for a while, and the fear that filled their pupils finally vanished, replaced by despair and relief.

This may be a relief for them. Drifting on the sea all day long, searching for targets and looting caravans, doing some terrible deeds, taking the looted money to squander for a while, and robbing again when it is used up, countless people have died under their hands over the years.

This overwhelming cannonball that came from nowhere may be the punishment of heaven.

Close your eyes and wait for death.

As for the Italian battleship, the side was pierced by this devastating rain of bullets, and the fire swept through the entire deck, and the pile of explosives that had just been carried onto the deck exploded instantly, leaving a large hole in the deck with a diameter of seven or eight meters.

Brad's followers, dead and wounded, and still able to move, crawled or ran, and fled to the cabin with all their strength, and one of the unlucky fellows was about to go in, and was killed head-on by a screaming cannonball, and before they could even blink their eyes, they were blown to pieces.

Ten rounds of shelling lasted for two minutes, and thousands of shells turned the sea water into a bloody red, and although it was invisible, the smell of blood was pungent, and people couldn't help but want to vomit.

The shelling stopped, and the smoke cleared.

The U-shaped fleet slowly closed down, passing through waves of blood and corpses, surrounding the huge Italian battleships in the middle and clearing the battlefield.

It's time to wrap up.

The bent moon, cautiously poking her head out from behind the dark clouds, looked at this scene in the world, and with her pure white brilliance, wanted to wash away all this.

After approaching and stopping, Zheng Fei took some capable sailors to board the deck of the battleship full of pits, and organized the sailors to extinguish the fire first.

This battleship, not only in Italy, but also in the whole of Europe, should also be the top manufacturing level, although Zheng Fei's frigates are from the Portuguese elite navy, but they are only frigates in the final analysis, and they are still a grade worse than battleships.

After the inspection of the ship's engineer George, the main part of the battleship is still relatively intact, and it can still be used after repair.

After extinguishing the fire, they walked through the wreckage to find Brad's whereabouts.

The killer who died on deck, without Brad, there were only two possibilities, either he hid in the cabin or jumped into the sea.

Now that the moon had come out, the watchtower's sighters could see the movement below by the light of the moon, and on the blood-red sea, there were only a few pirates who were still breathing, dying, clutching broken wooden boards.

Brad was still in the cabin.

The entrance to the cabin had already been blown up by shells, and it was blocked by wreckage, and Brad wanted to get out, picking up the hammer and beating it until he was exhausted, but he couldn't shake it at all.

He had to give up, hung his head and sighed, and then quickly used the cabinet table in the cabin to build an improvised fortification, took muskets, arrows, and last some explosives, and waited silently for the enemy to break in, and kill a few.

Zheng Fei asked the sailors to work together to shovel through the ruins, standing on the wreckage of the collapsed watchtower, staring at the dark hole and frowning.

The sailors were whispering.

"Brad is down there, right?"

"I don't know who the captain will send in, but it's going to die. ”

"Stop talking"

Even standing here as victors, the sailors' fear of Brad remained undiminished, and they lowered their heads, worried in their hearts, for fear that Zheng Fei would call out their names.

Many of them, having already figured out how to plead, said that there were still old people at home to support, well.

Listening to their discussions, Zheng Fei's brows shrank tighter and tighter, and he glanced around, catching a glimpse of Hans, who was also cramped, his eyes stayed on that guy for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Hans!" he cried.

Hanston, a spirit, trembling and trembling with start, looked at him pitifully, and pursed his lips: "I"

Zheng Fei smiled and said, "I remember, you caught a few small animals when you were in the Americas and brought them back, right?"

"Little animal?" Hans was dazed, remembered for a moment, and suddenly realized, "Oh! I understand! I'll go get it!"

With that, he ran off the Italian battleship and ran merrily towards his cabin, his face showing the joy of the rest of his life.

A few minutes later, he came back with a cage with the little animals in it.

It is a mild-mannered animal with a striking black and white fur that is found in southern Canada and throughout the United States to northern Mexico.

That's right, it's a skunk, it emits a strange smell when threatened, and whoever doesn't even smell it is indifferent to it, then there are only two possibilities, the first is a dysfunction of taste, and the second is that it is smoked to death.

A few skunks, put into the cabin by Hans, crawl around and explore this unknown darkness.

Brad hid behind the fortifications, keeping an eye on the hole, waiting for someone to come down, the faint moonlight was enough for him to see everything.

Listening to the noise at the entrance of the cave, he saw as if a few clumps had been thrown down, what was that?

Bomb?

He quickly buried his head behind the fortifications, watched vigilantly through the cracks, and two minutes passed, and the bomb did not move at all.

He pinched his fingers in confusion, hesitated for a moment, and then clenched his saber to lean over and find out.

Suddenly, his arm was pulled and something climbed up his arm!!

In an instant, his pupils dilated, and he punched the thing down without even thinking about it, taking a few steps back in fear, gasping for air.

I never thought I would have such a panic time.

However, only a few seconds had passed from this fear, when a foul stench rushed towards him, almost turning his back on his back.

He held his breath, his eyes straightened, and he felt like he was about to choke to death, and out of the instinct of escape, he ran towards the mouth of the cave regardless of it, desperately wanting a breath of fresh air, even if it was worth dying! )