"Come, you bastards. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info" The Gatling machine gun spewed out a crazy tongue of fire and hit a relatively close assault boat, perhaps just hitting the fuel tank, and with a dull explosion, the entire assault boat was instantly covered by the rising fire, and the crew on it rolled into the sea with a miserable howl.

Seeing the fierce fire of the enemy, the remaining assault boats drew a large arc on the sea surface and quickly escaped from the fire coverage of the warships.

Looking at the several assault boats patrolling five or six hundred meters away, Fan Dabiao put down the Gatling gun in his hand with some amusement. Originally, according to the distance between the two sides, the opponent was still within the range of the heavy machine guns, but it was a pity that those assault boats were all equipped with protective armor without exception, and at such a long distance, the power of the heavy machine guns was not enough to break through the opponent's defenses. As for the old wheeled cannons on board. Let's put it this way, these old antiques that should have been eliminated hundreds of years ago are okay to hit the pirate ships in the distance, although they still can't do much damage, but after all, they can hit, but if they hit these small targets that are always moving at high speed, they can only follow behind the ass and eat dust.

"Damn, it's really planted now."

Several armor-piercing shells were fired from several RPG rocket launchers on the assault boat, hitting the warship's engine room with unmistakable accuracy, and with a violent shaking, the warship relied on inertia to stop after moving forward for two or three hundred meters.

"How many bullets are left?" Fan Dabiao yelled. He knew better than anyone what was going to happen next, the pirate ship followed them for a day, not because the opponent's firepower was not enough, nor because the opponent's fire controller was blind. If the other side wants to, they don't even need to use expensive anti-ship missiles, and only need a round of fire from a 400-millimeter caliber gun to tear their old warship to shreds. The only reason why the Tahiti was never sunk was because they needed slaves.

In this world, other admirals do not have Ling Yi's system, and mining and refining are fully mechanized and automated. Their mines and oil fields are still labor-intensive industries, requiring a lot of human labor to complete all aspects of work. But you know, it costs money to wage a worker, but slaves don't need to. By giving them the lowest food they could barely survive, they could make huge profits for slave owners for generations. Yes, you read that right, it is for generations, once they are slaves, they will be slaves for life, including their descendants.

"It's gone, it's gone." A group of sailors all bowed their heads. In the battle just now, in order to prevent the assault boat from approaching, each of them had exhausted the little ammunition that was left.

"Open all the sea valves on the bottom of the boat." Fan Dabiao waved his hand dejectedly, and silently pulled out a black three-edged military thorn from his military boots. "Brothers, the Tahitians swear not to be slaves."

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows what it means once the sea valve is opened, not to mention these elite soldiers who themselves belong to the Tahitian Navy. But no one objected to Fan Dabiao's words, the fifty or sixty men on the deck, plus the more than 500 old and weak women and children in the cabin, most of them were slaves in the past or their parents had been slaves, and they did not want to experience that kind of life even if they died.

"Speak louder to Lao Tzu, none of you have the confidence to prevent bloodthirsty thieves from stepping on the warship before the ship sinks."

"Yes." Each sailor drew his thorn from his boot, but after shouting these words, these iron-blooded men who had fought countless pirate groups or slave traders in the past ten days, and who had not left a single tear even if their arms were pierced by bullets, shed tears. Not for anything else, but because among the old and weak women and children in the cabin were their fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters, wives and children. If the warship sinks, the entire ship will be buried in the sea, but they have no choice. Being captured as a slave by bloodthirsty thieves can temporarily escape death and survive for a long time. But after that! It is better to be a slave for generations, than to die.

More than ten years ago, a young admiral and three shipwives rescued them from slave traders or from various troubled black mines, gave them food, and taught them how to be a "human being" and how to live with dignity. Now, although the Admiral and the Ship Lady have died in battle, the spirit given to them by the town guard has remained, as Fan Dabiao said, the Tahiti people swear not to be slaves.

"Little bunny, why don't you go soon, what are you waiting for?" Fan Dabiao kicked the dark-skinned young man's ass hard.

"Dad, there's a fishing boat." The young man who had been kicked staggered, barely stood firm, glared at his father dissatisfiedly, and pointed to the sea in the distance.

The young man was none other than the one who distributed the fish to Xiao Su and Xiao Hai in the cabin. At the same time, he is also Xiaohai's brother, Fan Dabiao's eldest son, and his name is Fan Tao.

"What happened to the fishing boat? You said it was a fishing boat, it can beat the Kun-class warships, stinky boy, hurry up and open the sea valve for me. ”

"Wait, Biaozi, maybe things will turn around." A middle-aged sailor, who was slightly older than Fan Dabiao, spoke.

"There's a fart turnaround."

"It's death sooner or later, don't you care about waiting a little longer."

"You said that sooner or later you will die, and if you die early, you will be born sooner!" Having said that, Fan Dabiao did not urge his son again, because he suddenly found that the pirate ship did not catch up, but stopped in place. And the assault boats, which were patrolling five or six hundred meters away, did not come up after the ceasefire on the Tahiti, but retreated a little bit.

"What fishing boat is so good?" Fan Dabiao muttered, picked up the Wangyuan Realm hanging on his chest and looked in the direction of the fishing boat, but when he saw the person standing at the bow of the boat, his face suddenly changed, and said, "Stinky boy, hurry up and send me a report, let that fishing boat roll as far as it goes." ”

"But Dad, the communication equipment on our ship has long been broken!" Although he was a little puzzled why his father had changed his face when he glanced at the fishing boat, Fan Tao still reminded him honestly.

"MD, isn't Mengzi looking for death? Lao Tzu knows that you have a grudge against the bloodthirsty thief, but you can't drive a fishing boat and fight the bloodthirsty thief! Isn't this just looking for death? Fan Dabiao scolded, but he had no choice but to get closer and closer to the fishing boat.

"Mengzi, are you in your head? Lao Tzu waved the flag to you, didn't you see it? You want to take revenge on Lao Tzu and don't stop you, but you can't let a dozen brothers on the ship be buried with you! ”