The pirate didn't expect it to be just a rookie pirate ship with no fame, and the ship didn't even fly its own flag. Such a newcomer who may have just gone to sea, can't deal with it himself?

"The ship's bow is ready, and when it is in range, let them appreciate our Spanish enthusiasm. The commander-in-chief of the fleet, Rear Admiral Fidel Castro Ruz of Spain, with a pipe in his mouth, ordered the herald next to him: "Let them be ready, we will ...... as soon as we fire"

Before he could finish speaking, Fidel was attracted by a sharp whistling sound from the sky. Looking up, Field's eyes widened, and the pipe that had been held in the corner of his mouth slipped off at some point, making a crisp sound on the deck, and the burning tobacco that had been contained inside also spilled out. But at this time Field did not have time to pity these Cuban fine tobacco, he saw the mortar shells falling from the sky and only felt that he was about to be stoned to death.

This time the mortar fire was not just aimed at one ship, to be precise, the entire fleet was hit by mortars, and small shells from the mortars fell from the sky, although the number was limited, but because the naval sailors did not look for cover in advance, people on each of the four ships were shot and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the powder kegs and cannonballs stacked on the deck were not hit, otherwise they would have caused a violent explosion and injured more than a few.

However, the psychological pressure brought by this shelling to the Spanish fleet was more harmful than it really was, after all, after knowing that the island had mortars, no one dared to move on the deck at will - naturally it had a great impact on the fleet's preparations. If this is unfortunate news, there is even worse news waiting for them: their fleet is not equipped with mortars, which means that they can only endure shells that can fall above their heads at any time and cannot return fire. What's more frustrating than being beaten and not being able to fight back?

Thinking of this, the commander-in-chief Fidel ordered the sails to be fully deployed, hoping to rely on their high speed to quickly pursue, and within the range of the cannons was their world, so that the annoying pirates could also taste the artillery fire!" "None of these pirates want to live, I will tear their skins, smear them with rum, and hang them upside down on the mast to feed the seagulls!" Fidel said through gritted teeth.

John had planned to rush at full speed as soon as he left the island, so as not to be targeted by the opposing mortars. Unexpectedly, these four ships did not have mortars, so they ordered the crew to prepare, no longer rushing into the fleet, but harassing them from a distance with mortars and explosive barrels, waiting for their fastest boat to break away from the group and pursue, and then concentrate fire on these small gunboats.

Therefore, when Fidel watched John turn and flee, he almost crushed the pipe he had just picked up and put in his mouth, and hurriedly ordered the small gunboats that escorted him to divide into two to pursue. Indeed, compared to their own flagship, the "Richard", although the small gunboat is only a single masty, but the speed is only faster than that of the Richard, and it seems that it is a good strategy for them to drag the flagship such as the pirate into range and bombard it with superior firepower at present.

John ordered the ships to move away from Fleet I at full speed, and George kept reporting the parameters so that the mortar rain would fall on the deck of the warship every time. Every roar of the mortar caused confusion among the pursuing ships in the rear, but even so, the gunboats carried out their orders well: to pursue John, and to shoot at John's ship with the bow gun, and occasionally a shell hit the stern. John shook his head, walked to the stern of the ship and raised a powder keg, lit the arquebus on it, aimed at the small gunboat that was rapidly approaching behind him, took a few steps back and sprinted quickly, stopped when he ran to the stern, and threw the powder keg out with force. The powder keg flew in a parabola in the air and landed directly next to a small gunboat that had just caught up, splashing directly onto the deck. As soon as the powder keg fell into the water, it exploded violently, shaking the small gunboat violently.

John shook his head and held up another one. As a result of the experience just now, this powder keg was better than the previous one, both in terms of time and location: this powder keg was thrown directly above the small gunboat by John, and exploded directly above the small gunboat before it could fall, and the explosion blew the powder keg apart, and these fragments were shot like bullets to any corner of the deck, and even some soldiers who had been hiding under cover to avoid the mortars were hit. The edges of the burning wood chips were uneven, and the wounds created by some of the fragments inserted into the soldier's body could not be stopped. The other soldiers watched as the unlucky guy who had been hit under cover pulled out the piece of wood stuck in his leg, but they couldn't plug the jagged wound, and could only see the blood flowing out of the body and roared, and felt even more terrified.

"Are we at war with demons?" Some of the soldiers were already shaking, after all, many navies said that they were navy, but they were just farmers who had been forcibly captured, and at most they had only been trained for a few months, and they were completely unable to forge the tenacity of their hearts.

On John's ship, the sailors looked at John like Hercules who had just returned from killing a giant lion, and the adoration in their eyes was undisguised. The sailors all worship the strong, and John's full display of his strength just now, coupled with the courage to snatch the pirate ship before, pushed John's prestige to the peak.

John saw that the powder keg had an effect and picked up a preparation to repeat the same trick, but the little gunboat seemed to be prepared to begin to slow down, apparently trying to distance itself from John's ship. John smacked his lips and lowered the powder keg to let the mortar be aimed at the small gunboat.

After a round of concoction, the mortar finally set the sails of the gunboat on fire. Cheers erupted from the pirate ship.

Seeing that his companion had lost the ability to move, the other gunboat began to turn, ready to aim its sideways guns at John. John turned the ship and adjusted his ship, after all, if it was just a gunboat, John's ship would not lose to him in firepower. The little gunboat had not yet fully turned to aim its broadside guns at John, who had already attacked first. Five guns fired a salvo at the small gunboat, and although it was not able to beat the small gunboat to the point of incapacitating in a single shot, the three shells that hit also caused the small boat to shake violently, and John even saw two sailors standing on the edge of the boat being shaken off the boat. "It seems that there is still not enough firepower. John shook his head, remembering Blackbeard's "Queen Anne's Revenge" with dense main guns on the side, if it was him, it was probably just a salvo, and this kind of small ship would sink directly.