The soldiers of the Swordfish did not panic, they bravely met it with their weapons brandished, and almost in the blink of an eye, they collided violently with the pirates.

By this time, all tactics had lost their effect, and the two sides were fighting over whose knife was faster and who was more resistant to cutting, and the soldiers and pirates were white-stabbed, the knife was pierced into the stomach, the axe cut off the head, and the deck was in chaos. There were fights, curses, roars, and slashing swords everywhere. The screams were incessant, and no one knew whether it was a friend or foe who were screaming.

In the case that the artillery could not be used, the Swordfish was obviously at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, but there were only a few gangplanks between the two ships, and there were not so many pirates who could rush over, and the situation could barely maintain balance for a while.

Diego stood on top of the stern, shooting at the pirates below. Shotguns from Death Gaze rained down on the pirates, leaving a void in the dense crowd with each shot. Many Marines had no doubt that if they continued like this, this human hunter would take care of all the pirates on his own.

However, hope is always as thick as a minotaur, and reality is as delicate as a blood elf. At that moment, several violently burning balls of asphalt cloth were thrown from the side of the Chopper and landed in the middle of the crowd. In the blink of an eye, smoke billowed from the deck, enveloping everyone in it.

Diego reluctantly put away his gun, looking at the smoke that kept rolling below, and in order to avoid accidental injury, he didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately. But the battle inside the smoke didn't stop, and the pirates were clearly determined to fight their opponents with their lives. In the smoke of the fingers, there were swinging swords everywhere. The fierce clash of steel, the frantic slashing of sharp blades, the sound of water from the people who were squeezed off the gangplank falling into the sea, the creepy screams of the dead and wounded, and the sound of swords slashing flesh and bone were all mixed together, as if the twisted abyss had reappeared in the world. Blood poured into the water from a vent at the edge of the deck, attracting a large number of sharks. The triangular shark's dorsal fin cruises around the battleship, waiting for a delicious meal to descend from the sky.

"That's not going to work. If we continue to fight like this, our people will definitely fight first. On the stern, the captain said anxiously.

"I might have a way." Diego slammed a pirate into the stern and looked back.

"What?" The captain asked, surprised, he couldn't think of any way to salvage the situation. To tell the truth, he now regrets that he was greedy for merit just now, and surrendered alone without waiting for the flying Osprey to meet.

"I said, I might be able to disperse the smoke, but I might injure a few of our people by mistake." Diego took a sharp step back. Dodging a spear that flew out of the smoke, he pulled the captain to safety.

"I don't care! Go for it, we're running out of time! The captain yelled in surprise, the situation was so bad that it couldn't get any worse, and he waved his hand and motioned for the hunter to let it go.

Diego took a frost magazine from his bag and replaced it, then fired several shots at the chaotic deck. First there was a "thump" of bullets hitting the deck, followed by a small cracking sound. It's like the "crackling" sound that comes when the water surface freezes. It wasn't loud, but it was so dense that even the cacophony of the warbands couldn't hide it.

At this time, the soldiers and pirates who were in a group finally noticed the anomaly, and the crowd suddenly erupted in a burst of screams, mixed with the muffled sound of someone falling.

"Hell, it's so cold, I'm going to freeze to death!"

"What's going on, why is it so slippery on deck?"

No one would be so stupid as to fight desperately when they couldn't even stand on their feet, and the battle on the deck gradually stopped. This time. The smoke that hung over the deck had gradually dissipated, and the people who were shivering from the cold finally saw their surroundings clearly.

They were stunned to see that the deck was covered with a layer of white ice, and the asphalt cloth that had been emitting thick smoke had been frozen into ice lumps. Completely extinguished.

Looking at it, the two warring sides have completely lost their formations, the enemy and the enemy are mixed, you have me, I have you, and a few guys who are alone in the middle of the enemy are startled. Before the other party could react, he hurriedly ran back to his camp.

The middle of the deck suddenly became vacant, and a lifelike statue stood out.

It was an unlucky guy dressed as a pirate, who was hit directly by an ice bullet and froze into an ice sculpture at high speed. Under the ice, he still maintained a slashing posture with a knife, his eyes wide open, and his mouth wide open, as if he was still screaming before he died.

A pirate stepped forward and tried to drag his companion back - in his mind's eye, the guy might be able to come back to life after the ice melted - but with a crunch, he snapped one of the ice sculpture's arms.

The pirate was startled, his hand trembled, and he dropped his arm on the deck. There was a crisp thud, and the ice shattered along with the flesh and blood inside, and scattered into a cloud of ice slag, leaving only a white arm bone and a half-sleeve on the deck, and not even a single shredded meat on it, cleaner than the best butcher picked.

"Damn, what did you all do?" The pirate cried out in grief, he had never seen such a strange thing at all, only felt a tingling in his scalp and a chill down his spine.

"Avenge the handsome guy Duncan and kill them all!" In the crowd, an irascible orc pirate brandished a scimitar in his hand and shouted angrily. But as soon as the words fell, a gunshot rang out, and his head disappeared from his neck, and the splatters of brains and blood sprayed the faces of the pirates next to him, red and white, shocking.

But for the perennial blood-licking and unruly pirates, death does not bring them to their knees. Almost in the blink of an eye, the two sides collided violently again, and now, even the slippery ground could not stop them.

This time, however, the god of war was not on their side at all.

The shotgunned death stare roared incessantly, raining down death and destruction on the pirates' heads like a torrential rain. The pirates, who had never been armoured, poured a piece of it like harvested wheat straw. On the bow tower opposite Diego, a ferocious beast poked out, its massive figure obscuring a large expanse of sunlight and enveloping the pirates below. With an earth-shattering roar, the giant bear leaped and fell from the sky, crushing a piece of rotten flesh among the pirates.

On the periphery of the crowd, chaos seemed to be even more severe, Guan Haifa was at ease in the cracks, one warm body after another being torn to shreds under its claws, and the few that were still intact jumped into the churning waters in a panic, trying to escape from the shark's teeth.

In the blink of an eye, the pirates aboard the Swordfish were wiped out. The overjoyed soldiers let out a loud cheer and morale boosted, and they frantically rushed towards the Wave Cutter - what could be more exhilarating than having such a god-friend?

The pirates finally crumbled in the face of this irresistible force. More than half of them were killed or wounded, and those who survived fled back to their cabins in panic or jumped into the sea in despair. There was only one person left on the ship who had not yet been revealed, and that was Phil Laren, the captain of the Waves, and the most fierce and fearsome pirate on board.

Under the gaze of the people, the pirate captain calmly stepped out of the stern, as if he was just going to a dinner party. He wears a neat red captain's uniform and a pair of white breeches, and wears a captain's hat embroidered with a skull on his head. He looked tall, strong, muscular, and his gray-white hair neatly combed. He was a man of grace, and even during the long and boring voyages of the sea, he remained majestic, and his dress was impeccable like that of a gentleman at a grand ball.

"You've finally defeated me!" His voice was loud enough to ensure that every subordinate on the entire ship could hear his orders, and he turned his head to look at the few pirates who were still stubbornly resisting, "Drop your weapons, we've shed enough blood." (To be continued.) )