Harry? Bogard leaned sideways and slammed into the pirate leader. With his steel armor shoulders slamming against the latter's chest, Burgard bet he heard the crunch of his opponent's ribs breaking. But the pirate didn't feel much pain—he was already dizzy and almost unintuitive from the impact.

The pirate's dizziness lasted only a few seconds, though, and as he shook his head to save himself from the dizziness, he saw a sharp blade slicing through the sky, slashing head-on like thunder.

In a hurry, he raised the scimitar in his hand, trying to block the ferocious blow. The blade withstood the slash of the sword - and then broke sadly.

The sword continued its original trajectory unstoppably, slashing at the neck of the pirate leader. In order to move easily on the deck, the pirates rarely wore armor, and the blade of the sword easily sliced through his flesh and bones, separating the massive head from the body beneath it.

The headless body shook a few times, then fell to the ground with a thud, convulsing until it lost its vitality completely. The gushing blood flowed freely on the ground as if it had come out of a bottle that had been uncorked, and countless pairs of large feet stepped on the pool of blood, and soon trampled them into a puddle of mud.

Before being surrounded by pirates whose eyes were red with rage, Harry? Bogard retreated into his array. The two sides collided together like two surging tides of rage, stirring up countless blood-red waves.

The bloody battle was as hot and brutal as fire. On this muddy and dirty tidal flat, countless moving figures are fighting fiercely, and the two sides of the battle have long ceased to scold each other angrily, but bowed their heads silently and desperately. But even so, the sound of heavy panting, messy footsteps, the crunch of swords, the terrible screams of the wounded, and the rumble of artillery still stirred up the battlefield like a pot of boiling porridge.

Both sides of the battle have their own strengths - the pirates are more experienced, but after losing their leader, their attacks appear chaotic and more often they fight on their own, relying on instinct and experience. However, the soldiers of the guard team were better than the strict formation and tacit cooperation, and played some rough tactics. These tactics may not be complicated, but they are more than enough to deal with the leaderless pirates.

Little by little, the battle line was pushed towards the seawall, and the pirates were saddened to find out. No matter how hard they tried, the tide of battle was moving against them. If nothing is done, they are doomed.

Grian? Stallman swung his hammer in a deadly arc, the massive square head of the hammer striking the pirates in his way. The hapless man fell down without saying a word. Blood and brains. Squirting out of his shattered skull, his limbs twitching and he stopped breathing.

Immediately afterward, the paladin pointed his left hand at another pirate, and the dazzling hammer of judgment rained down from the sky, smashing him into a near-stupor. The paladin took the opportunity to rush forward and kick him off the embankment.

The veteran shook off the blood and brains stuck to the hammer, looking for a new target, but he was surprised to find that he had already made it through the enemy's defenses. No pirate dared to stand in front of him anymore.

He stood on the embankment and gasped for breath, looking in the direction of the sea. In his line of sight, the dinghys that had washed up on the beach were paddling towards another group of pirates.

"Shit!" He turned his head and shouted at the captain of the guard, who was still fighting in the crowd, "Burgard, come up!" ”

"I'm busy!" Burgard shouted angrily, pulling his sword out of one of the pirates' stomachs, slashing through the throats of another who was trying to take advantage of it. The pirate clutched the horrible wound in his throat with both hands, gasped for breath, and fell headlong to the ground. Blood with bubbles flowed in the muddy water. Soon it was no longer possible to see the original color.

"You've got to see this, right now!" Stallman urged anxiously, not daring to shout out what was going on, because there was no doubt about it. This bad news will shake the morale of the army, and the recruits who can only fight with the wind may collapse directly because of it.

"What the hell is going on?" Burgard gasped and ran up the embankment and asked loudly.

"We're in trouble, another wave of pirates is approaching!" Stallman whispered, pointing in the direction of the sea.

Following his finger, the captain of the guard finally saw the pirates - now they had washed up on the beach. He was jumping out of the dinghy - his face turned white all at once.

"Hell, that's bad news!" Harry? Bogard couldn't help but curse, he turned his head to look at the veteran, his eyes full of despair, "What should we do?" ”

But Stallman's expression surprised him, for the paladin was staring in the direction of the sea, his eyes full of doubt. Burgard was sure that the veteran wasn't looking at the pirate ship in the distance, as his gaze was more south. He followed Stallman's line of sight and looked over there into the sea, but saw nothing.

"What's wrong?" He asked, confused.

"I seem to have seen a ship," Stallman replied uncertainly, "and I don't know if it's friend or foe, but judging by the reaction of the pirates, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing!" ”

When Burgard heard this, he looked at the pirate ship, and sure enough, he saw the pirate sailors running around the deck in a panic, shouting loudly. They were closer to the new ship, saw more clearly, and should understand what was happening.

"Reinforcements, perhaps?" Bergard speculated hopefully. This speculation filled him with fighting spirit again, and he turned his head and shouted to the soldiers behind the seawall, "Keep it up, guys, our reinforcements are coming!" ”

He is not afraid of guessing wrong, to be honest, if he guesses wrong, it can be worse than the current situation, at most he will die. What's more, lying doesn't seem like much of a mistake for a dead man, right?

But in reality, the condition on the pirate ship was even worse than he saw. The pirates were almost mad at the sudden appearance of the ship.

Because just ten minutes ago, the pirates who remained on the ship were still happily watching the second wave of pirates wash up on the beach. In their minds, this victory was already in their hands, and they could no longer escape the palms of their hands, and the thought of the mountains of goods piled up in the harbor, the women who were as soft as lambs, these pirates almost drooled.

But at this moment, the lookout on the mast lookout suddenly shouted loudly.

"There's a boat coming!"

The sailors on deck were taken aback and ran to the side of the ship towards the open sea. Everyone's eyes followed the direction of the fingers of the looking hand, and they saw a warship slowly bypassing the island in the distance and heading this way.

The island was the only small island outside of Long Beach, and Van Cleef had a lighthouse built on it to guide the night ships.

"Hell, where did this ship come from?" A sailor involuntarily let out a creepy scream, like a duck choked by the neck.

Because in their eyes, whether it was a pirate who asked for a piece of the pie, or a warship that came from Stormwind, it was not a good thing for them.

"Raise the sails and get ready for battle!" The first mate who remained on the ship shouted loudly. As for the guys who washed up on the beach, they can't take cover anymore, let them fend for themselves. (To be continued.) )