With a soft clang, Lorraine slashed off Viren's bayonet.

He lightly lifted his long bloodied knife and hooked the tip of the knife to Veron's chin, forcing him to look at the porthole of the captain's quarters.

"See what? My dear Veron. Admiral Desai. ”

Veron's face was pale, his lips pursed and he didn't say anything, trying to maintain his last dignity as a nobleman.

He was defeated.

The privateer fleet belonging to France was fleeing in a hurry, and the English, flying the flag of Saint-George, were in pursuit.

Everywhere there was gunsmoke, and the sea was littered with wreckage. The frozen floating corpses floated on the sea with planks, each with a strange smile on their faces, as if mocking his incompetence.

These...... Disgusting face......

He took a deep breath: "I ask for ......"

"Viren! You also have today! ”

Acharin ran into the cabin with a hideous face, and without saying a word, raised the short gun in his hand and slammed it into Viren's face.

Viren's request was interrupted, and his entire body flew sideways, spitting blood and hitting the bulkhead.

The dazzling pendants on the wall slid down, splitting his head and covering his face, forcing him to hold his head and curl up his body, without a trace of aristocratic dignity.

Lorraine beckoned Wang Ye and Clen to get the go-ahead Acharin, rummaging through the debris and finding a copy of the Desai Chamber of Commerce's privateer license.

"This seems to be proof of your lawful actions, Veren. Mr. Desai. ”

Lorraine carefully pulled out the parchment paper from the frame, and in front of Veron, slowly, slowly approached the flame of the kerosene lamp.

"Now, it's gone."

For the first time, horror appeared in Viren's eyes, and he scolded in a trembling voice: "Lorraine. Drake, do you know what you're doing! This is trampling on the dignity of the nobility! God will curse you! ”

"God is in the habit of cursing every heathen, and he has always been."

Lorraine's hand was as steady as iron, and the paper was on fire, burning brightly and fiercely.

He tilted his head and watched quietly, not letting go of his fingers until he was almost burning, and watched as the flames fluttered down and landed in the silver bowl that had been prepared long ago.

When the paperwork burned out, he pulled out a blood-stained gold louis from his collar and flicked it right in the center of Veron's eyebrows.

Viren woke up: "Why do you want to do this? Blatantly trampling on the norms of the nobility and killing me will not do you any good! ”

"It's good." Lorraine hammered her heart, "You know? Raven wanted me to preside over his daughter's baptism, but unfortunately, I was not qualified to ......"

……

Fought in 1778 and lasted nearly half a year, the Cantab battle ended with an English victory.

In the final decisive battle, the British and French tried their best.

On the English side, there was one Carrak-type destroyer, fourteen Brigentin-type frigates, and nine armed merchant ships of the mixed-sail Scuna type.

In the end, Brigentine sank six ships and broke four, and the mixed-sail Scuna type sank three ships and broke two.

The red-haired Sultan is broken, the Butterfly Flower is broken, the Cattail is broken, and the Shower is broken.

The sinking of the Tuna, Vice Admiral of the Combined Fleet, Admiral of the Second Fleet of the Mindel Chamber of Commerce, Raven. Shogener was killed in battle.

The French side dispatched one Galen-type destroyer and seventeen Brigentine.

With ample and accurate intelligence, they were able to prevail for most of the decisive battle, and finally withdrew from the battlefield, with only three Brigentines sunk and three captured.

But they lost the most crucial of all, the Reindeer.

In a war at the level of the offshore business district, a fifth-class destroyer such as the Reindeer represents victory.

In fact, the reason why the battle ended so neatly was precisely because at the end of the battle, Clen untied the Butterfly Flower and the Reindeer.

Towing three Brigentin-sized masts, the reindeer, with its haphazard sails, staggered into battle, firing only one shot at the French, and the pirates, still in a fluke mentality, turned the bow of the ship in panic and their morale plummeted to the bottom.

In any case, the battle was over.

As the cruising English ships searched for the last survivors in the smoke-filled seas, Lorraine gathered all the captains aboard the Reindeer and propped up their planks on the side of the ship.

Veren. Desai stood alone at the end of the ship's board.

Lorraine showered in the gap, changed into a tuxedo, put on a wig, top hat, bow tie, and white gloves, and held the verdict with all the captains' signatures in both hands.

"Veron. Desai, a notorious pirate. ”

"During the cantabrian route, he and his pirate regiment killed a large number of innocent English merchants, and every pore was permeated with the noble blood of England."

"In order to preserve the justice and glory of the world, and to the rest of the English gentlemen who died in vain, we have formed a temporary parade jury at sea, in accordance with the laws of England, in the witness of the gods."

"Fifteen gentlemen unanimously ruled that this wicked, savage pirate leader and his unbridled and unscrupulous gang were sentenced...... Death penalty. ”

"I declare, execution!"

As the verdict fell, Acharin pulled the weight that pressed the ship's planks, and Viren fell from the side of the ship with his eyes open and silent, and fell into the cold, piercing sea of death where countless sharks roamed.

Lorraine tiredly put away the paperwork and bowed to the captains beside her.

"Gentlemen, by your divine judgment, the English will once again dominate order and justice on the high seas. We will erect a cross on the first reef on the way back, where the remaining pirates will be crucified, and the stumps will be used to preach civilization and dignity to England, and to warn the lawless people of the north-west of Europe that England's dignity is not violated. ”

"You are heroes!" He raised his voice suddenly, "I will deliver this verdict to the Roving Court of Southampton, and ask the distinguished judge to reaffirm the legitimacy of this verdict, and when the time comes, all England will sing the praises of your sacrifice!" ”

The sparse applause rang out, connected into a piece, and gathered into thunder.

The captains looked at each other with excitement, for in the reserved compliment of Lorraine they felt a true glory.

"And there's a payoff." Lorraine raised his hand to suppress the applause, and looked around at everyone with a smile: "We have suffered huge losses in this battle. Monsieur Mindel will bring reparations to the French on your behalf, and will invite the Spanish and Dutch chambers of commerce, and perhaps the Prussians and the Portuguese, to agree on a new order in the seas. ”

"I assure you that it will be a new order presided over by the English, and it will be a new order that we like!"

The interrupted applause rang out again, louder and more enthusiastic.

In the midst of a compliment, Lorraine stroked her chest and bent down towards the captains in front of her.

"Go back to your ship, gentlemen. I beseech you, lead our victorious division back to the ...... Plymouth. ”

An exhilarating order sounded on the sea, echoing one after another, drifting away.

"Set sail!"

"Anchor and sail! The Admiral has an order, target Plymouth, set sail! ”