was already full of expectations for Boris's performance, and when he really saw the results, Ai couldn't help but light up.

Talent!

Absolute talent!

In addition to his own excellent artillery training and command ability, this personal "sea treasure" also made the attack power of the battleship have been immediately improved.

For Ai, who suffers from "lack of firepower phobia" in his bones, the attraction can be imagined.

If Boris and his "artillery command knife" can be left behind, it will definitely be a tiger for the "Storm Horn".

And in a previous conversation with Boris, Ai learned.

He has served in two naval bases in the New World for at least 20 years and knows all aspects of the New World. The spheres of influence, influential figures, customs, secret sects, and dangerous places of each family are all treasured.

If it weren't for the arrogance and temper of some arrogance, even if his own strength was just an ordinary official knight, he would not be a major at the age of 40.

Although he was reluctant to say it himself, Ai also guessed Boris's current situation or predicament.

The kingdom has no relatives in his hometown, his wife died young, and only a seriously ill son awaits his care in the Far Sail Collar of the Amor family.

It is very likely that this is the main reason why he is preparing to retire at his peak.

Captain Ai, who had not intervened much in the whole battle, stood on the stern building, looking down as if he had seen the figure of the artillery expert through the deck.

"I have to think of a way to dispel his idea of retiring. Let him stay in peace and send a fever for the Storm Horn!"

However, Ai knew that the crux of the problem was not on the ship, nor on Major Boris himself, but on the little Boris who was in the far sail collar.

Temporarily suppressed his thoughts, a new order was issued:

"Bes, Air Force Strike!"

"Understood!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each of the six white seagulls grabbed a red ball in its claws and quickly rose into the air, flying over the remaining three pirate ships in the blink of an eye.

He threw the red ball in his hand with precision.

boom

The ball exploded and released a large "sticky" dark red flame, like a maggot on tarsal bones, adding another fire to the three pirate ships that were already burning.

In order to cooperate with the current "Seabird Bomber" tactics, before this departure, both the ammunition bay of the "Storm Horn" and Ai's "magic pocket" have been loaded with a large number of alchemy bombs by him.

Almost sweeping away the base's inventory for many years is enough to fight a few tough battles.

Ai's idea is very simple, if you have air supremacy, you don't have to fight bayonets with others in close quarters, isn't it a mallet?

Especially when dealing with human surface targets, the aircraft carrier incarnated by the "Cape Storm" is definitely a nightmare for the enemy!

And the types of "bombs" are different for different situations. From alchemy bombs, all sorts of weird potions, and more

A red ball thrown by a white seagull.

It was the "Elf" masterpiece of the "Alchemy School" that Ai made on the ship after he was promoted to a full-fledged wizard and urgently procured raw materials.

When he was fighting the "killers" at the beginning, Anthony used it once, and almost burned all the murderers who were close to the peak of the second order.

The cost is not high, the power is huge, but the production process is too dangerous, and only official wizards have the qualifications and abilities to make it.

As a result, this powerful "incendiary bomb" with a cute name has not been able to become as popular as the alchemy bomb, a mass killing weapon that can be assembled by apprentice-level or even trained ordinary people.

While the military considers power, productivity, stability and reliability are of course important considerations.

But.

Looking at the sailboat burning rapidly on the surface of the sea to the point that only the frame remains, Ai did not completely relax.

Although he hasn't had much naval combat with human transcendents recently, the Navy's naval combat drill will not be forgotten.

Although the ship was destroyed, most of the ordinary crew must have been killed.

But the transcendent are not.

The bullet is 800 times more resistant in water than in air, and the range of a modern rifle in air is about 2,000 meters, but only two meters in water may remain.

Not to mention, of course, the spherical shells fired by the smoothbore cannon are almost lethal after entering the water.

So, in an artillery battle on the sea.

If the transcendent on board abandoned his pirate ship and crew and hid in the water when he saw that something could not be done, he would have a good chance of surviving.

Then Ai ordered:

"All the main deck guns, reload grapeshot!

The artillerymen on both battleships quickly leveraged the tail of the gun and stuffed it into a triangular wooden cushion, so that the muzzle of the gun was lowered towards the sea.

"Boatswain!

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Amid the sound of flowing footsteps, sailors with muskets were already lined up on the sides of the battleship where they were most vulnerable to enemy surprise attacks from the sea.

Then the two battleships approached in the direction where the pirate fleet had stayed, one on the left and one on the right, with the aim of stifling any fish that slipped through the net.

Of course, two battleships can also be turned around and left.

There is no land or fresh water in the open sea, and even the few survivors are likely to drown themselves.

But in the world where the power is its own, everything is possible.

For example, Jasmine, the captain of the "Golden Horn", the "Tide Messenger", has the ability to survive alone in the open sea, and it is not safe to count on the sea to kill the transcendent.

"Bah! Damn the Navy, my fifth-class ship!"

Chobrie, the captain of the "Sturgeon" pirate ship, judged from experience that after ambushing at least two battleships, he had decisively abandoned his pirate ship and jumped directly into the sea with several exciting pirate cadres.

But.

Sure enough, there is only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname.

Even at this juncture, the most distressing thing for the "greedy man" Jobry is the fifth-class ship that belongs to the "butcher" Mallory.

Beside him, several other survivors, sensing that the shelling had stopped, also resurfaced.

The captain of the Anuma people, "Ghoul" Moprati, and three of his same dark-skinned kindred, the "butcher" Mallory, who had been soaked in water alone for so long and still had three points of drunkenness.

"Hehe, the battleship and its companions are really unreliable. ”

The bloodshot eyes tried to open and scanned around, and muttered with a strange smile.

Didn't know where his laugh was.

Even.

I don't care at all about the side face that was scraped off a layer of flesh and blood because I was unresponsive because I drank too much.

The elusiveness of the mind made everyone stay away from Mallory.

This time.

With the addition of the two remaining pirate cadres of the "Sturgeon", there are only eight people left in the pirate fleet who can still surface to converge.

"I don't know if those navies are gone, they don't even have a longboat left, and they can't keep floating on the sea without fresh water or food.

And I'm afraid I'm going to be in danger of being alone with these two weird guys. ”

Chobley, who thought he was a normal person, soon realized that compared to the fifth-class ship that slowly burned into an empty shell and began to sink, what he needed to care about should actually be a matter of survival.

This is especially the case when one of these companions is hungry, or when someone is furious and has no alcohol.

"Wait! They haven't gone yet, we're fast"

Sight was blocked, but the senses of the transcendents allowed them to hear the sound of the water approaching the behemoth.

Rumble!

Before they could react, after the artillery roared, a large pod of grapeballs had already smashed down on their heads and faces.

Boris himself fired the cannons, completely encircling them in the very center of the shotguns, and even the transcendent could not escape.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After the splash subsided, four or five corpses with many holes floated silently, and a large area of sea water was stained red with thick blood.

"Is it solved?"

As soon as the words fell.

Bang!

Three times in a row, the sound of breaking water sounded, and three figures came out from the other side of the "Cape Storm", which was close at hand, and without the help of any tools, they directly climbed onto the bulwark and attacked the battleship!

It was the three transcendents who used their bodies to ward off disasters and were able to escape back underwater in time.

But.

Even if the means of survival are carried out, the three people are not unscathed.

Among them, the "butcher" Mallory, who had no subordinates to use to block scattered bullets, was the worst, half of his body was embedded with projectiles like a hornet's nest, but most of them were stuck by tough musculoskeletal and failed to penetrate the internal organs.

The other two were also injured by the scattered shelling to varying degrees, and their bloody appearance looked really miserable.

rumble

Jump on your feet and step on the water.

In mid-air, the "ghoul" Moprati, who was in the best state and was in the dark, had already completed his preparations for battle.

Pierce your finger with a dagger and drip blood onto a yellow cloth doll hanging from a red string around her neck.

Then he slapped it his chest.

Boom!

A cold wind blew, and the doll seemed to be half-embedded in Mopraty's chest.

On the yellow doll's forehead, the black emblem belonging to Ogun, the "god of fire, iron, politics and war", instantly lit up.

Moprati's chest, which was originally pitch black like a wall of cast iron, turned into a translucent blue, and even the beating heart and the expanding and shrinking lungs in it could be seen clearly.

This is the unique class of psychic warrior in the "voodoo religion" to which he belongs!

Qiang

The traditional weapon of the Anuma people, the "Baya Sword", was unsheathed!

Licking the blade of the sword with his blackened tongue, Mopraty smiled bloodthirsty, as if he was not going to a battlefield, but a lavish banquet for him to feast on!