After ascending to a high place, the field of vision is really much wider. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info looked back over the stern, a long and narrow ship with a dense large sail, is cleaving the waves and chasing it. Harvey made a slight estimate of his speed, and found that it was almost twice as fast as the boat he was on. They are all sail driven by wood, why is the gap so big?

Of course, the other party had a larger length-to-width ratio, more masts and sails, and a much shallower draft, but the main reason—and this was discovered by Harvey's careful scanning with his mechanical prosthetic eye—was that the wind near the sails of the ship, and the currents under the hull, had very obvious abnormalities in a small area, which were the work of unnatural forces, witchcraft.

Anyway, this ship on the sea is really shaking, it didn't feel very strong on the deck before, but now it has almost risen to the top of the mast, and the shaking degree has been magnified more than ten times, Harvey has been thrown around like a pendulum, that is, Harvey has been tested for a long time, and he has endured more cruel situations than this, and he would have vomited a long time ago.

However, the ship on the other side is too close, right? It's only four or five kilometers, and it looks like you're catching up in minutes. Standing on the ground, the horizon is only so far away, but the top of the mast is twenty meters high, and a person with normal vision is enough to see fifteen or sixteen kilometers away, and it is impossible for the other party to catch up with ten kilometers in such a short time, so it can't be discovered by the lookout when the other party is very close, right? Or what other means of witchcraft?

Extending his gaze a little into the distance, Harvey understood the lookout's dereliction of duty, there was a small island, or rather a reef, bare on a large rock exposed in the sea, which was more than enough to cover a ship. As for why they were able to find themselves in advance and hide in the right place, it really came down to witchcraft.

Seeing the other party's ship—something made of wood, Harvey wouldn't admit to being a battleship—getting closer and closer to him, as if infected by the atmosphere of urgency, Harvey also had a vague sense of anticipation in his heart, wanting to see this battle start quickly. After all, neither side is an enemy of the Empire, and Harvey has no interest in fighting these goods with cold weapons, so it's better to change your taste and watch the show to relax - it's on vacation anyway, isn't it?

After a few more minutes, the ship on the opposite side approached two or three kilometers, at a distance the vast majority of the artillery of the Empire could already shoot at direct sight, and it was still a little difficult to shoot a sniper pistol headshot, at least it was very easy to hit the human body. At this time, Harvey's mechanical prosthetic eye, which was far superior to that of a falcon, immediately detected an anomaly on the opposite deck.

"The other side fires!" He reminded loudly.

As his loud voice resounded throughout the ship, as if in response to his command, a cloud of smoke rose from the opposite ship, and the lookout above hurriedly shouted, "They have opened fire!" ”

In other words, can the crude artillery of this era hit so far accurately? Harvey was thinking about it when the mechanical eye's field of vision revealed a dense mass of flying objects. It's actually a shotgun......

A moment later, the small, subsonic projectiles approached, and Harvey stared at the bullets that would probably crash into him, following the principle of priority for the flying bullets, and twisted to avoid them in turn. Many of those projectiles landed on the sails, and a few of them pierced the canvas, but most of them were bounced off by the pliable canvas and fell underneath.

The projectile looked about the same size as a heavy bullet, but it was not as powerful as a bullet thrown with his bare hands, and Harvey felt very disappointed and looked forward to it in vain. Such a weak thing, even if you take a hit, it won't hurt or itch.

The sailors below were not as calm as the veterans of the Empire with the body of steel, and the whole deck was fried. A dozen or so people were running around, some looking for cover, some pushing artillery to try to counterattack, and some simply wanted to abandon the ship and escape. The little goblin captain roared as hard as he could to maintain order, but his shrill voice was not too powerful to help the messy scene at hand.

There was a muffled "bang", the goblin captain's pistol fired, and a sailor who ran to the side of the ship and tried to jump into the sea was broken by half of his head and fell straight down. This time finally shocked the chaotic scene, and everyone stayed where they were and didn't dare to make a sound.

Cowards will die of shame! Harvey thought to himself. Simple, violent, and bloody methods have always worked so well, both in the wilderness and in the era after humanity has conquered the entire galaxy.

But what happened to these sailors? It's just some shotgun harassment that doesn't hurt, is it necessary to be scared like this? As the elite of the Empire's elite, Harvey's own troops are always fearless, even if they are seconded to some miscellaneous political commissars, those planetary garrisons can withstand some artillery fire and casualties.

The current scene really refreshed his understanding of the lower limits of human will.

Next, he was a little expectant to see what clever tactical command the goblin captain below could make, but after shooting a coward, the goblin put the pistol back into his waist and continued to take the helm, without saying much.

There was a not-so-sharp whistle in the air, and two black spherical cannonballs flew slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye, falling into the water on either side of the ship, and the splash did not even stick to the boat due to the distance. But this ineffectual bombardment once again created a great panic in the crowd below, and the sailors simply lay on the deck one by one and did not dare to move, and even the goblin was a trembling steering wheel, and the hull of the ship shook violently.

Harvey, who hung on the top of the mast, swung even higher, and for a moment his vision was spinning. But after a long turn, he found himself farther and farther away from the top of the mast, and after a few moments he was actually put back on deck.

"Our captain wants to see you." The pale-faced lewd man nodded and said, hurriedly untying him.

Not interested. Harvey casually took the backpack handed over by the lewd man, took out the spare clothes from it and put them on one by one, then put the backpack on his back, and hung up the pistol and sword. In other words, this person seems to be quite neat in doing some chores, and even a lot of the gold coins that have been distributed have been recovered.

As for the original military uniform that was divided by the sailors, Harvey said that he would not pursue it, and the military uniform was not an expensive material. Not only that, but Harvey also plans to issue a full set of military uniforms to all the humans present.

What should I give them? A planetary garrison, or a punishment battalion?