The bow of the San Carlos, the foredeck of the forehead......

In the military theory taught at the military academy, broadside combat is regarded as three separate but interrelated hand-to-hand combat battlefields on the ship's surface alone.

These three battlefields are the main deck, which occupies at least half of the ship's surface, and is often filled with the upper deck of the stern of command and the upper deck of the bow of the main deck.

The main reason for this distinction is the height difference.

According to the construction standards of seagoing ships in this era, the bow tower was often one or two storeys above the main deck, while the stern was two or three storeys high. Even at an elevation of 2 meters per floor, the difference in height between the main deck and the upper deck is far beyond the reach of a sword.

However, each of the three battlefields has its own importance.

Generally speaking, the main deck is the core battleground, where the maximum amount of human resources on both sides is invested.

The stern tower is the headquarters, although its tortuous and narrow passage path is actually not suitable for offensive and defensive deployment, but it is the winner and loser, and it is worth the most elite special attack force for both sides.

In contrast, the importance of the upper deck on the bow is limited.

It is often only one-sixth the size of the ship's surface, and its structure is relatively elongated, with the main facilities generally having bow masts, cable piles and anchor winch, and the hatches leading to the interior of the bow tower are not located here, but on bulkheads that connect to the main deck.

It can be seen from this that once the battle is fought on the side of the ship, the gains and losses of the deck on the bow are actually irrelevant. In conventional tactics, the defender will use the terrain to place a team of long-range firepower, and the attacker will contain the defender according to the number of defenders, and that's it.

I don't know what kind of demonic wind is blowing today, Lorraine actually chose his battlefield here, and Blackbeard accepted the challenge and took four elite pirates to stand opposite Lorraine.

The situation of the king against the king took shape without any obstacles, but the two sides had no intention of rushing to war, and each leaned on the railing to watch the battle situation under his feet, and could still idle a few words from time to time.

On the main deck, Chamuyam took the initiative for a while.

He seemed to catch some of Lef's judgment principles, cleverly selling a flaw to lure Leif into jumping up and attacking, then easily dodging it, throwing his spear with his hand as he flew back.

The spear burst through the air and grazed Lef's thigh, making a large bloody gash on the outside of the leg.

Leif could not feel the pain in his body, but the injured muscles could no longer move as quickly as they had when they were intact, and Chamuyam counterattacked with an axe in both hands, slashing and slashing like iron, and for a moment the war machine was crushed against the back of the shield.

Lorraine pouted: "Your Highness, you Indian warrior ......"

"Zamuyam, an obsidian-bladed warrior of the Aztec remnants, is similar in status to our Templars, and is a warrior chosen by thousands to guard the Temple of Quetzalcoatl."

"How could you kidnap a Templar to kill people for you?"

"Native." Blackbeard laughed twice, "Their beliefs are different from those of God, and even Templars don't have to follow the Eight Rules of Knighthood. What's more, the Spaniards had already demolished the temples of the Tenochtits, and although they insisted on selecting obsidian-bladed warriors like their ancestors, the warriors had long since lost the gods they guarded. ”

"I see." Lorraine suddenly realized.

Blackbeard looked at Lorraine with interest: "It's you, young man, you're not an ordinary navy, are you?" I can't imagine how a young Spanish officer could command the allegiance of a Viking berserker. ”

"Maybe it's because of God's favor?"

"You don't want to say that?" Blackbeard's eyebrows raised, "It's okay, no matter who you are, I'm not targeting you." As long as...... You're willing to hand over Marat. ”

I don't know if it's a delusion, but Lorraine feels that Blackbeard seems to be much better talking today than he was a few days ago.

The problem is that he obviously risked his life to start the broadside battle, and took such a huge risk, if it was just for negotiation, then Blackbeard would inevitably take his life too lightly.

Lorraine was puzzled.

"Your Highness, are you still here to ......?"

"I just killed Gonzalo. Morality. Oviedo, who ransacked his study and bedroom, threatened his mistress to open the secret room and found nothing. The explosion made Antonio. Morality. Torresias died in the underground fortress, and after the explosion, I called the commander's residence empty and turned it upside down, finding two dark rooms, but still not being able to do so. ”

"This means that if Torresias didn't take my stuff with him, it must have been Marat's."

"But there is no one in his villa, neither the bedroom nor the study that I visited last time, where would that thing be you?"

Lorraine chuckled: "You mean, what you want is in Major Marat's luggage, even...... Right on him? ”

"I'm not alluding to anything, just asking you to hand over Marat, whether it's on him or not, I'll judge by my own way."

"Looks like this is the ultimatum."

"It is indeed an ultimatum, hand over the horse, or I will kill the whole ship and take the horse with me myself."

Lorraine fell silent for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back a smile.

"You can't kill more than anyone on the ship." Lorraine pointed to the battle on the main deck, "Look, Berserker isn't stupid, he's just slow to react, he's already starting to fight back." ”

Leif began to fight back.

In fact, it is not so much that he found a way to crack Chamuyam, but that he adapted to his injured leg and pushed away Chamuyam's axe with brute force.

Lorraine had experienced first-hand the difficulties of berserkers.

Not afraid of pain, not afraid of death, no fear, no thinking, he went straight with great strength, seemingly stupid and expected, but in fact he did not leave room for his opponent to play tricks at all.

Let you come in all directions, I will only go all the way.

Leif shook the axe with his shield against his shield, kicked his uninjured left leg, and swooped down in front of Chamuyam, raising his sword and sweeping.

Chamuyam could only retract his axe to resist, but how could the Berserker's attack be so easy to block?

The edge is coming!

Hearing only the sound of fine iron, the seemingly slender Viking sword suddenly transmitted incomparable power, and actually pressed the axe blade to slash Chamuyam off the ground.

The ground is the center of gravity and the foundation of the warrior.

With his feet off the ground, Chamuyam suddenly lost the fulcrum of his strength, and the whole person flew diagonally with the swing, slamming into the mainmast with a bang.

He opened his mouth to spat out blood, and as he vomited blood, he got up, and the staggering, embarrassed figure had only taken two steps before Leif jumped over and slashed his sword at the place where he had been lying.

Chamuyam turned back and picked up his axe.

He used all his strength to counterattack, but was still easily blocked by Leif with a shield.

"You can't break my shield...... You can't break my shield! ”

Leif howled, holding his shield and lunging, Chamuyam was in a brief stiffness after exerting all his strength, and could only watch as the cold light on Lef's hand flickered and stabbed straight at his heart.

Boom!

Lef's sword nearly pierced Chamuyam's chest, but at the moment of touch, two pirates flew through the sailor's warband, barely knocking Leif away with his entire body, allowing the blade of the Uncrowned King to graze Chamuyam's shoulder.

Bloodsplatter!

The piercing sword still left a deep wound on Chamuyam's shoulder, and blood gushed out like a fountain, and Chamuyam clutched the wound and screamed.

At the end of the day, there was a sudden sound in Lorraine's ears.

"Enough of the play, right? Youngster. Blackbeard threw the blackblade to the ground in disgust, leaving only a bloodthirsty hideous look on his face, "Since you want to die faithfully for Marat, I can fulfill your ......"