"Report to the captain! The wind was so strong that our shells missed! The first mate reported.

"Then come closer! If not, get closer! Even if you stick to your face, even if you hit them and engage them in a broadside battle, you have to break all their sails, and you have to incapacitate them! Semoah took another big sip of wine. The alcohol began to heat his body, but in the cold sea rain, he was as hot as a stove!

He tore open the buttons of his navy jersey that was so tightly buttoned, and tore off the uncomfortable military uniform that was wet and clinging to his body, and he bare his chest and breasts like a pirate. But he straightened his naval hat: "We have pursued it so far away, we must not give up halfway!! ”

"Captain! Mainsail! The mainsail cord is loose! He's going to fall! The lookout shouted. He tied himself to the lookout so that he wouldn't be thrown off, but he couldn't let go of the rope at all!

"Where's Rodria! Rhodria Knights! Semoa even forgot that he was going to call Rhodría a sir.

"I'm here, do you need anything?" For a split second, Rhodría stood at his side.

"I need you to get to the watchtower and help me secure the ropes of the mainsail! The mainsail must not be inverted! Never! ”

"Don't worry, he won't fall." He rolled over and jumped onto the mast, tapped on the rope, and jumped up to the lookout like a gecko, clutching the loose rope and tightening the knot.

"Captain Semoa! Our rear sail rope started to break and we couldn't hold it anymore! The sailor shouted, "The wind is too strong, let's gather the sails!" Otherwise, the mast may break! ”

"Don't let go! After the sail broke, we still have the mainsail! Even if the whole rear sail is broken, we have to catch up with them! Semoah roared, turning the wheel three times, and the sails reversed, allowing the storm to puff up its sails. The mast creaked, and the thick shaft burst out a line of cracked wood chips. This pilot ship-turned-assault ship is incredibly fast!

"We have ridden the winds of the storm! We are burning the life of this ship! So we can't miss any opportunity to get close to them! Semoa's voice was hoarse because it was too violent!

"Captain! Closer, and we're at the range of their artillery! ”

"Rush over! Bombard it with artillery! Knock down their sails! Knock out their rudders! A mighty storm can't stop our artillery! The terrible cold can't freeze our blood! The overwhelming waves can't beat away the best of you! Kill those pirates, kill these blasphemers! With our artillery, defend the glory of our Lord! The light of God is with us! Seymour drew his saber and pointed it at the British Corsair, "Fire!" Fire!! Fire!!! ”

Boom Boom!

The shells whistled out of the chambers, but the gunners did not aim directly at the sailboat in the distance, but at a large angle.

After the cannonballs rushed out, the force of the wind made a big turn, and two cannonballs accurately smashed into the three-masted galleon in the distance.

Semoah saw something blown out.

There was cheering on the deck, and then they nervously began to change ammunition. In such a storm, it is very difficult to do anything.

"Get ready, we're out of range! What if..."Semoah suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the sea where the St. Peter was located.

In such a storm, the waves are cascading and continuous, but the sea where the St. Peter is located suddenly calms.

Is it the eye of the storm?

In a storm, the closer you get to the center of the storm, the more terrible the storm becomes. But in the middle of the storm, on the contrary, the wind and waves are calm.

No one knows why, but some know that it is God's hope for life for the navigators. In the eye of the storm, there are no stormy winds, only sunshine.

But the situation is different from that description.

The black clouds overhead were still churning, the monstrous lightning pierced the sky, the wind was still howling, and the rain was tilting and never stopped.

"The sea in the storm can't stop, and it can't be the eye of the storm here," Semoa muttered to himself. Suddenly, he felt something change.

It's a... The biting cold of being targeted by extremely terrifying creatures and the horror of clenching the heart!

"Be careful! Tsunami! It's a tsunami! Everyone, hold on to everything you can do around you! The tsunami is at our feet!! At our feet!!! He uttered words that made all sailors pale in a heart-rending voice.

He finally knew why there were no waves...

They are now on top of the biggest, and most cutting-edge waves! The sea under their feet is already the biggest wave!

If it is a mad dog wave, an experienced helmsman will steer the boat to crash head-on, so that the sailboat will not capsize, although it will be slightly damaged. Because no matter how powerful the mad dog wave is, there is only one time. But this is a tsunami!

If the mad dog wave is just a test of the sea, then the tsunami... It's the killing machine of the sea!

That's the whole sea churning and wriggling, it's no longer the washing of the waves, you are facing the whole sea rolling!

Semoah felt a burst of pressure come over him, as if his body had weighed a lot out of thin air, and as if something was pressing on him, and he could barely control himself from being pressed to the ground. He felt the ship rising, shaking... No, it's the whole sea that is shaking!

Without warning, the St. Peter was instantly lifted high by the tsunami, and the tide supported the hull of the St. Peter.

The ship's was like a pitiful toy being pushed against the crest of the tide by a huge tide, and the bottom plate of the bow was completely exposed to the air.

"Report to the captain, we have been caught by the tsunami and there is no possibility of escape. Can I take a sip of your wine. The sailor said in despair.

Semoa slapped his head with a palm, "I am a descendant of the Spanish Imperial Navy family, the Semoan family!" The House of Semoa existed to conquer the sea! Seymour looked at the crew and said, "Me, and you!" Definitely not beaten by the tide! We've conquered the waves, we've crossed the storms that swept across the seas! What we lack in this life is a chance to conquer the tsunami! Now, the tsunami is right under our feet! Drive the St. Peter, harness it, defeat him! And then live! By the way, sink all those pirates into the Shen Sea for me! Everyone is back to my post, and I am not allowed to retreat! ”

The sea swelled fiercely again. It swells up again at the original height! The St. Peter looked at the British Corsair in the distance.

The ship, which originally looked huge, looked so small.

The St. Peter, who was so small that it rode the tide, did not want to use anything as a metaphor.

They saw the hull of the pirate ship below flash red. A large barrage was fired, hitting the tide, but not a single shell could hit it.

Semoa did not care about these shells at all. He looked up at the dim sky, "Perhaps, it's the closest I've gotten to heaven... Oh, I suddenly want to eat the saury made by my wife. Semoah said in a voice that only he could hear. Suddenly, he roared more violently than a hurricane, "Gunner, fire!" Give it to me, and fire at the heads of those bastards down there! If you can't aim, throw the cannon over their heads for me! We are now... But riding the tsunami! Fire!!!! ”

After the gunners took a difficult aim, they estimated the direction of the wind, loaded all the guns, turned the muzzles, and stabbed the red-hot iron forks into the rifles!

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!! A violent cannon roar rang out, and the pitch-black cannonballs arced through the hurricane, sending a splash around the pirate ship, with a few shells hitting the deck with a few shells.

"Fire! Fire!! Fire!!! "Semoah kept giving orders, not caring whether the artillery would overheat, he just wanted to put that

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