The reddened sun illuminates the horizon like the brightest piece of coal in the furnace of a blacksmith's shop, licking the edge of the clouds and sprinkling a circle of color, like an unintentional graffiti on a canvas.

Since arriving in Xihai Town yesterday, Namen has not disembarked. The men he had recruited had landed in batches and had gone ashore to recuperate, and they had gone to the tavern to drink and talk to the street ladies.

After all, those people were a group of Joms pirates, and Namen had no intention of restraining their actions.

"You think I'm a Joms pirate," Nammen sipped his yogurt in a tin cup, looking boredly at a magical map on the table. It is a magical artifact that can project several Monoculus-detecting vision links onto the map.

Now, Namen saw a number of armored soldiers near the harbor anchorage. They all had short spears in their hands, and two leather sheaths were tied to the shafts of the spears, and two daggers were inserted. Their clothes are all black, and they are more like mercenaries than guards.

Among the group, the leader was a young man in his twenties. He had brown hair typical of Ramsay's humans, draped in curls that fell to his shoulders. He wore a white buckle around his shoulder, which was the symbol of the captain of the armed team of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce.

In fact, it wasn't just Namen who was holding the magic map, many of the merchants who had moored their ships had noticed them before the group walked into the anchorage.

Some of the merchants were uneasy, presumably because they had not paid their taxes in full, while others were very calm, and they must be honest businessmen. However, the vast majority of people wisely chose to stay on board when they saw such an armed group, and did not dare to make any rash moves.

Of course, among the "vast majority", there is no Namen. "Pick up your weapons, we've got guests to entertain," Namen shouted at the top of his voice, picking up the microphone on the table.

His voice, transmitted through the brass pipes, resounded through the loudspeakers in the various cabins. Except for those who were still dashing and merry in Seatown, all the Joms pirates heard the captain's warning.

The fighting zeal ingrained in their blood kicked in: the jomsians immediately left their hammocks, dining tables, and benches in front of their workbenches and ran to the compartments where their weapons and equipment were stored, where the first mate distributed all sorts of fellows to them.

"Various" – there is nothing wrong with this wording – but it is not so, and there are only a dozen weapons that can be used to hold more than thirty Jomes pirates: arquebuses with half-missing caps, flintlock pistols with riveted barrels, pouting crossbows with unlubricated winders, scimitars, hand shields, oars, short spears, armour-piercing page hammers, and so on.

However, in order to disguise themselves more presentably, Namen also paid out of his own pocket to purchase a batch of half-body plate armor for these people. These are the latest models in King's Landing this year, and in order to protect them from the salty and wet sea, the first mate is constantly smeared with oil.

Half-body plate armor is not like full armor, and it is not complicated to wear. A person who can buckle a belt can take care of himself with one hand. So the Yoms pirates quickly put on their armor and poured onto the deck with their weapons at hand.

Because these guys were running so fast, the first mate finally had to grab two people and ask them to help them carry the real "big killer" to the deck. It was a leather-clad reinforced iron cannon that he alone could not lift.

Now that the sky is just dawning, most of the residents of Xihai Town are still lying in bed in order to recuperate themselves and participate in the celebration of the inventory day in the evening. Only the industrious merchants of the sea would wake up early, and it was they who discovered the anomaly at the anchorage.

"Bang!"

The lit arquebus was pressed into the fire cap, and the black powder inside was lit, and the arquebus made a muffled sound. Immediately afterward, smoke leaked through the cracks in the barrel of the gun, and bullets whistled forward.

"Hit!"

The shooter quickly hid himself on the side of the ship. He growled slightly excitedly, showing off to his companions. Soon, though, he couldn't laugh anymore. The armed team of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce was like crazy, desperately raining arrows on the place where he was hiding.

Originally, this team of men and horses received an order from the head of the family, and wanted to sneak on the ship and quietly deal with this group of Joms pirates who had wandered to Xihai Town and were suspected of preparing to take advantage of the fire to rob on the inventory day.

But who would have thought that those pirates were so vigilant! They had just entered the anchorage, and before they could board the ship, they were discovered by the other party, and they were also shot coldly.

What's even worse is that by coincidence, the guy who put the cold gun killed their captain - the cousin of the current head of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce, Seengar, - and even if they succeed in their final mission, I am afraid that they will be severely punished.

Therefore, the warriors of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce all turned their fear into anger, and then prepared to vent their anger on the group of joms pirates who had killed a thousand knives.

"Collapse Collapse ......"

One by one, the arrows thrown from the longbow landed on the deck. The Joms pirates were so overwhelmed that they could only rely on the side of the ship as shelter and resist helplessly.

"The first rule of life in deck fighting: stay away from the mast...... many people looked at the dense arrows falling near the mast, and couldn't help but start silently reciting the rules of battle, which is the tradition of the Joms. It's useless to be afraid when you fight, and the calmer you are when you play with your life, the higher your chances of survival. This is a valuable lesson they learned from their parents.

“...... If there is a cannon, don't be stingy with gunpowder and projectiles!" Standing at the top of the stern, the first mate shouted at the top of the stern, finally fastening the leather cannon to the gun emplacement with chains. This is a sentence that he added to the laws he preached to the people of Joms.

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When many pirates heard this roar, their morale was boosted, and they all yelled in response. The first mate then hid behind the helper who was holding the two-sided oar, picked up the torch and lit the fuse on the leather cannon.

The cannon exploded in the chamber instantly, making a sound dozens of times louder than that of the arquebus, and a round stone projectile was pushed by the force of the gunpowder burst and shot straight forward.

Of course, the trajectory of the shell cannot always be straight, it will always fall to the ground. The first mate glared through the gap between the two oars, hoping for good luck - the leather cannon was a novelty that the captain had acquired from King's Landing through connections, and he had only fired a few cannons and was not able to control the landing of the shells very well.

Thankfully, the cannon was not released. Although the stone cannonball did not hit the enemy directly, when it shattered, the flying stone chips still caused several armed members of the trade wind chamber to fall to the ground in wail.