"Admiral, it looks like the battle on the other side is coming to an end!" Tie Lilie said to Xu Mo with a smile.

"yes, the boys are working hard!" Xu Mo replied happily, his gaze sweeping over the deck of the Spanish galleon fifty yards away.

Under the sharp fire of the Vasa, the right side of the Spanish galleon was already full of holes, and it stayed on the surface of the sea with a slight tilt to the right. More than twenty minutes ago, Xu Mo sent all the boats on the Vasa and let the armed sailors board the enemy ship.

Even at the end of the battle, Xu Mo did not risk letting the Vasa get close to the enemy ship. Although boarding the ship in a dinghy would expose the armed sailors to the enemy crew, with the support of the Vassa's guns, this loss was quite acceptable.

In fact, it was true that the English warship did not last long, and after the Viking sailors boarded the ship, the vast majority of the English sailors threw away their weapons and gave up their stubborn resistance under the leadership of the old captain. The English Navy was not without courage, but it was no less likely to make unnecessary sacrifices. The sporadic battles that still exist on the ship today are actually battles between a group of Viking sailors and a few Temple Reincarnators.

"Drink!" The trench chopped off the arm of a Viking sailor, kicked the unlucky man out of the ship's side with a flying kick, and fell into the sea with a flying kick.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Enraged, the Vikings no longer tried to capture their opponents alive and fired their short-barreled muskets. Lead bullets accompanied by flames erupted from the muzzle of the short-barreled musket, and more than a dozen blood flowers bloomed on the thick chest of the trench, quickly staining the big man's sailor's sweatshirt red.

"It hurts! Crow, have you ever felt such pain? The blood-red eyes of the trenches stared at the bullet holes in his chest and muttered to himself.

"Ahh The stiff trench suddenly erupted into a loud roar, and the Viking sailors in front of them once again pounced with their arms outstretched. Pu Fan grabbed a sailor's thigh with his big hand and swung him like a straw, sweeping down a patch of enemies on deck.

"Humph!" A crisp cold snort came from the trench's ears, and a brilliant sword light lit up in front of him, and the sword light flashed several times on the big man's body like a dragonfly. When the trench saw that there was a charming red-haired beauty in front of him, the places on his body that had been touched by the sword light also shot out streams of bloody arrows, which suddenly made this brave man tremble.

"Hey, hey!" Just as the trenches were at their weakest, a gloomy low laugh came from behind him again. At the same time, he also felt a cold chill in his ribs, and a ray of cold light smeared fiercely on his waist.

The trench was startled, and he turned back sharply, just in front of an old Viking sailor with a fierce expression. The old sailor held a cold-lit boning knife in his hand, stuck in his side. Seeing the hideous expression of the trench, Frango grinned, revealing a mouthful of jagged black teeth, his face showed a hint of ruthlessness, and with another turn of his wrist, the boning knife cut the abdominal cavity of the trench horizontally.

By the time Frango pulled out the boning knife, the belly of the trench slid out like a freshly disemboweled.

"Ahh There was a scream from the mouth of the trench, and he covered the wound in his abdomen with trembling hands, and scrambled to hold the internal organs that had slipped out of his body.

"Boss, let's go!" The terrible howl of a member of the Temple of the Gods was heard in his ears, and the trenches were startled and looked up. When he saw the surrounding situation clearly, his heart suddenly became cold.

He was still a little surprised just now, why the other members of the Temple of the Gods didn't help him cover his back, so that he was attacked by the enemy one after another. But now it seems that there is simply nothing his members can do.

The small fighting circle that had been barely maintained was completely broken by the Viking sailors, and the members of the Temple of the Gods died and were crippled. The regimental member who had just warned him had been stabbed into a sieve by the swarming enemy. The body lying in a pool of blood was trampled into mud, like a citrus that had been squeezed dry of juice.

The tragic scene was like a basin of cold water poured on the head, clearing the hateful heads of the trenches, and exhaustion welled up in the heart. Dahan glanced at the huge war beast on the opposite side again, his clenched teeth rattled, and he turned his head suddenly, and retreated to the side of the ship behind him with strong unwillingness and hatred.

"Want to jump overboard?" Frango's eyes flashed with viciousness, he didn't think that this English man would survive the vast sea, but the old pirate still didn't plan to let him go.

The man in front of him had inflicted a lot of casualties on them, and the dozen or so Viking sailors lying around him were his masterpieces, and several of them were on the Hell God, fighting and drinking with him.

"Frango, wait!" Frightened to see the old pirate pounce again with his sword, Christina reached out to grab him, but the old fellow's charge was so fast that she caught it in the air.

Compared with Frango, Christina's life and death experience is much less, but the eyes of the sword master make her feel that the battered man in front of her is not as dying as it seems, at least there should be a fight.

"Come on!" A twisted smile appeared on the trench's face as he watched the old Viking pirate rush at speed, allowing Frango's boning knife to plunge into his chest.

A hint of viciousness flashed in Frango's eyes, and he pressed the sharp knife into the big man's left chest until a slight "pop" sound came from his ear. The ruthless Frango smiled at the sound of a sharp knife piercing the heart of an enemy, and the old pirate who had killed countless people could never be mistaken.

However, to the old pirate's surprise, a huge force immediately came from his ribs. The big man in front of him who had been punctured in the heart, as if he was unaware of the injuries on his body, hugged the old pirate tightly with his arms like iron hoops, and kicked hard under his feet, and the two of them tumbled and fell out of the side of the ship and fell to the sea.

"Frango!" Christina, who was running quickly behind her, looked at the waves that were rippling below the side of the ship, and slapped the side of the ship with her palm, she was only half a step away from saving the reckless old pirate.

With the end of Frango and the trenches, the battle on the Spanish galleon came to an end. The sailors began to clean up the battlefield, gathering the bodies of both sides, wrapping them in canvas, and conducting a small burial ceremony at sea presided over by Dinah.

“…… In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen! As Dinah finished reading the last eulogy, the sailors drew a cross in front of them and sent the bodies of both crew members into the sea. They were enemies in life, and they are spirits of heaven after death.

……

"Cheers!"

The Vaasa was bustling at night, and compared to the last time a Flemish sailing ship, this naval battle was a real naval battle. The Viking sailors, who had experienced artillery fire and blood, urgently needed rum to anesthetize the excited nerves.

In this battle, the Vikings were unable to harvest many gold coins on the Spanish galleon. However, the victory over a regular English warship was a thrill for the sailors, and when they returned home, Gustav II was sure to reward them both mentally and materially.

The Spanish galleon was almost half destroyed, but the keel of this sturdy galleon was not damaged in any way, and it was still of great value as long as it was repaired in other ports for some time. Their Admiral had already made a promise, and because of the upcoming mission, the young Admiral decided to sell the ship, convert it into gold, and draw a third of it to give them as a reward for naval battles.

Despite the loss of some of his companions, including the beloved old pirate Frango, the Viking sailors' morale was at their peak, and in a faint sadness, they enjoyed the joy of victory.

In contrast to these Viking sailors, who celebrated their victory, there were several people on board the Vassa who were in a very bad mood. In Lookout Wood's cabin, several reincarnators dressed as sailors were looking at the two blood-colored Rubik's cubes in front of them with trepidation.

The quality of these two Scarlet Rubik's Cube is extremely high, all of them are from second-order transfers, if it is in normal times, Wood and the others are afraid that they will be surprised. But now, everyone's faces are extremely ugly.

"Commander, what now! The big man who fell into the water believes that everyone knows it, the Temple of the Gods is responsible for the trenches for cultivating new people, and we killed the sub-head of the Temple of the Gods! A reincarnation said with a sad face.

"Captain Wood, the members of the Temple of the Gods have a habit of videotaping battlefield information, but I'm afraid that our images have now been transmitted to the rest of the Temple of Gods......" the other reincarnation said in a deep voice with an ugly face.

Wood's face was still calm, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of crazy blood flashed in his eyes. He had already seen the trenches when he boarded the Spanish galleon, but he had killed one of the two Scarlet Rubik's Cube with his own hands.

Wood is a first-order peak transfer with extremely high perception, and has a gifted pupil technique. During the battle, he had a vague feeling, as if there was always a pair of eyes behind him, watching him. It was so hard that he couldn't release the water, and it wasn't until he killed a Transformer of the Temple of the Gods that the owner of the eyes gave up his attention.

This battle brought Wood more than just two Scarlet Rubik's Cubes. Just after he killed the transferee of the Temple of the Gods, he actually got the heart of a strong man that he had always dreamed of, and stepped into the ranks of the second-order transferee.

"Hasn't that Max been testing us all along?" Wood's voice seemed to come from outside the sky, faintly ringing in everyone's ears, "Tell them that we are willing to fight together in the battlefield of time and space!" But...... I'd like to be able to learn a little bit about the X-Space. ”

"Leader, do you want to ......" The eyes of the reincarnators present lit up at the same time.

"Hmph, we have offended the Temple of the Gods, of course we can't stay in Y Space anymore!" Wood picked up a blood-colored Rubik's cube and played with it for a while, then threw it to one of the reincarnators, "Use this thing to exchange some information with Max, I just succeeded in the second-order transfer!" Perhaps, a new space is not a bad thing for us......"

……

On the reflection of the starry sea, a head protrudes abruptly out of the water, and two shining lights light up on the inhuman face, staring silently at the Vasa and the Spanish galleon in the distance.

After a long time, the head calmly sank back into the water, a circle of tiny ripples on the water's surface.