Looking through the telescope, about a kilometer away, two small boats, which resemble the assault boats of later generations, but look too rough, are floating on the sea. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On top of those two small boats, more than a dozen terrifying figures covered in scales were constantly wielding the blades in their hands, these humanoids with low intelligence could not craft weapons or ships, their only knowledge was killing and plundering, whether it was weapons in their hands or eating and drinking food, they would plunder from other humans or races.

However, although these Cana fishmen have low IQs, their physical fitness is indeed strong enough, both in strength and speed, they exceed the limits of ordinary adult humans, and their brutal and bloodthirsty behavior is enough to make most of the fleet flee when they see them.

In fact, over the years, the Ghanaian Fishmen have become notorious, and every year there is no telling how many ships are attacked by these guys, and countless more humans have died at the hands of these murderous guys.

Once a merchant ship is approached by these fierce creatures, if there are not enough firearms or bows and arrows to shoot them from a distance, once they are allowed to board the ship, it will be a nightmare for everyone on board.

The sailors couldn't stop these damn demons at all, they tried their best to hit these fish-men, but they were only able to barely cut through the scales on their bodies, and occasionally a few humans with superior strength only broke through the scales, and then cut a hole in the fishmen's bodies, shedding a few drops of pale blue blood.

However, when this group of Cana fishmen waved their weapons and landed on the sailors, it was undoubtedly equivalent to slaughter, and when a sword fell, they were crushed with absolute power, and the strength of both sides was not at the same level at all.

While the Cannesian fishmen were becoming more and more active, the higher-ups of the port of Ksovo seemed to be aware of the seriousness of the problem and launched a cleansing campaign against the Cannesian fishmen in the nearby waters.

And when the fierce beast entrenched in this sea showed its ferocity, even if it only waved its claws slightly, it was enough to stir up the monstrous waves.

In the case of a large-scale navy setting sail en masse to hunt down the Ghanaian fishmen, these arrogant fishmen did not even know how to advance or retreat, but brazenly launched an attack on these navies.

The end result proved that the formidable body of the Ghanaian Fishman was nothing to mention under the blazing cannons and muskets.

When the layers of metal storm shrouded towards the group of Gana fishmen, these crazy guys even rushed up one by one screaming. The bullet pierced their bodies in just a split second, and by the time the cannonball fell, the end was already sealed.

Artillery fire roared, stumps flew wildly, and blood danced wildly.

If the mighty Ghanaian Fishmen were a one-sided slaughter against the sailors on board, then when the Imperial soldiers, armed with the most advanced artillery and muskets, encountered these fierce Ghanaian Fishmen, it was no longer a word for slaughter.

Crushed, completely crushed, the soldiers of the Suglian Empire did not give the Gana Fishman a chance to react at all, and the war was already over.

It is said that the blood of that battle stained the sea in the nearby area red, and the sea was full of stumps and broken remains.

Since then, the Ghanaian Fishmen have disappeared until the last few years, when they have resurfaced, with occasional news reaching the port of Ksovo.

It seemed that Lin Hao and his traces had been discovered, and the speed of the two small boats suddenly accelerated, and then they rushed straight towards the location of the "Warrior".

Seeing this scene, without Lin Hao's reminder, the sailors had already clenched the weapons in their hands, staring at the black spots in front of them, and waiting for them one by one.

Facing these inhuman creatures for the first time, the sailors under Lin Hao did not have the slightest fear, and there was just endless excitement.

Skillfully lowering the anchor, Lin Hao didn't bother to let the sailors move the "Warrior" at all, and stayed directly in place, waiting for the arrival of the Jarnaian fishman.

The black dots become clearer and clearer from far to near.

When the dozen or so Ghanaian fishmen rushed up, Lin Hao couldn't help but pat his forehead.

Also, with the IQ of this group of guys, how can they understand such a thing as tactics.

Moreover, with the strong physical fitness of the Ghanaian fishmen, when they encounter those small ships, they will directly rush up, and I am afraid that it will not take a few minutes to end the battle.

It's just that when this group of guys met these sailors under Lin Hao, the result was completely different.

The sailors also had a mocking smile on their faces when they saw this group of chaotic guys rushing over, but this did not affect their movements in the slightest.

The sailors expertly pulled out the tunnel pistols at their waists, then raised the barrels of the black presses, and aimed them at the crazy guys with their mouths open and their sharp teeth bared.

With a blazing heat, like the embrace of death, the buckshot rushed forward, tearing through the proud scales of the Ghanaian fishmen in a split second, and then piercing through their flesh and blood.

The scales were flying, the blood was dancing, and the screams were loud and loud.

In an instant, at least half of the Ghanaian fishmen who had just surged up were knocked into the sea by the huge impact attached to the lead bullet, and the remaining four or five Ghanaian fishmen showed a little frightened expression at the first moment, and in an instant, their eyes turned red, and then they didn't care about the scars on their bodies, and rushed up again with the weapons in their hands.

And standing in the first row, the sailors who had been preparing for a long time also brandished their scimitars in unison.

When the swords collided, the faces of the sailors immediately changed, and their bodies hurriedly took a few steps back before they could barely unload the huge force that poured into their bodies.

Seeing that his full force didn't cut off the fragile guys in front of him, the faces of the five or six Ghanaian fishmen all appeared with anger.

But before they could make any more moves, several sharp scimitars had already swung into them along their wounds, and then he didn't give these guys any chance to fight back, and the sailors coldly pulled out the sharp scimitars in their hands and stabbed them in again.

Blood continued to pour out of the body, and the strength of the whole body was also drained little by little, and with a few "boom" sounds, the bodies of these Ghanaian fishmen finally fell.

Long-term training and fighting, in addition to greatly improving the physical fitness of the sailors, also let them master the skills more deeply, in addition, the cooperation between the sailors has also become more tacit.