Beads of sweat the size of beans could barely contain the dripping down little Goodwin's cheeks, and the captain's words made him shiver as if he were drinking on the head, and he immediately understood...... That's right, although they have a tailwind and seem to have some advantages, it is almost impossible to get rid of this fleet!

This is all too obvious, especially as the heir to the Chamber of Commerce, of course, Goodwin Jr. has heard of how those hapless merchants are discovered by pirates who have disappeared without a trace, and then all their goods are robbed of their goods and even their lives lost.

The reason is simple, even the most ordinary merchant ship must be filled with half a ship's cargo, or it will lose money - but they don't need to carry anything other than necessities on a pirate ship.

It's the same now, this ship full of all kinds of supplies will definitely not be able to outrun those light long boats, not to mention that the Dominica ships must be equipped with sea ships, this tool that can speed up in a short distance, it is only a matter of time before it is overtaken, and as long as it is entangled, the fleet behind will catch up - will it be sunk? No, I'm afraid it will be captured and interrogated?!

The cold sweat on Little Goodwin's face grew...... What should I do, do I have to throw some goods down, what can and can't be thrown away, weapons, arrows, food seem to be very important, what should I do!

"Set up the ballistas and trebuchets!" As if to force himself to make up his mind, little Goodwin shouted with his head down and his eyes closed, "Since the battle is inevitable, then we will fight back and let them all go to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish!"

"But the stone cannons and iron arrows on the ship are very expensive, what if we use them here and be blamed by Lord Edward?" The sailor in charge of the cabin shook his head a little reluctantly, he didn't want to take this trouble: "Lord Edward let us only ......"

"Lord Edward asked me to send supplies to Fort Horn just to fight them, if the ship sinks we won't be able to deliver anything!" Little Goodwin yelled at him with all his might, "Lord Edward believes in us, our most important task now is to stay alive and relay the news of the enemy's arrival to Lord Edward, if we die here it will be all over!"

The sailor was taken aback by the sudden appearance of this little squire, and did not know where the courage came from, so little Goodwin grabbed the collar of the guy who was a head taller than himself and threw it out: "Go quickly, bring up all the stone cannons and iron arrows under the cabin, or I will throw you out with a trebuchet!"

"See, even this little squire is so bold, where are your guts?!" the captain still looked scolding and scolding: "Hurry up and set up the trebuchet and ballista for me, and let those damn things know how good the Turin people are - the cowards themselves will fly out with the stone cannon!"

"Roar ——!!!!" the sailors who were running wild on the deck shouted almost in a carnival, and one squeaky ballista and trebuchet hurriedly prepared—all purchased for the defense of Hornfort, except for one overly heavy trebuchet that was placed directly on the deck, and four smaller ballistae were mounted on the stern.

The sound of pulling the strings was so piercing that a few sturdy sailors struggled to open the ballista with a winch, and the ammunition brought from the bottom of the ship was piled up beside it, waiting to be retrieved.

"Throw all the wine and stone cannons in the rear compartment, as well as the two boxes of tools in the ballast floor, off the ship!" shouted little Goodwin in the cabin as he ran wildly, "Don't feel distressed, just treat it as if it was damaged by the water, as long as you can keep the most important things!"

Boxes of cargo were brought out of the cabin, and little Goodwin felt his heart bleed as he watched these hard-earned supplies being thrown out into the sea—but if he didn't, he might not have even made it to Hornfort. The sailors on the ship also seemed to have understood that this battle was inevitable, and looked at the figure on the longboat opposite silently picked up a short knife and harpoon and put it on their bodies.

The more times like this, the more little Goodwin felt what kind of test he was facing-should throw those goods, whether they were in the front cabin or in the back cabin, he was eager to slap himself twice after listening to his father casually talk about this, why didn't he listen to it more in the first place?!

"What are you waiting for, a hard blow to their sails!" the captain drew his saber and shouted at the same top of his voice, "God bless Turin——!"

"God bless the Turin ——!!!!" accompanied by a chaotic but imposing echo, the ship's ballistae let out a heavy roar, and the huge battleship seemed to tremble as if its whole body was trembling, and cold crossbow arrows and stone cannons flew out!

A few crossbow bolts and stone cannons made a splash on the surface of the sea, and the schooners that followed closely behind were swaying as if they were dancing back and forth on the crest of the waves, and in the distance a few screaming unlucky men could be seen falling from the ship.

"Bang——!" Black iron arrows flew out of the ballista, and actually smashed the ship's mainmast directly, and the sailors on the deck all put down their work and cheered loudly at the scene in the distance.

"I shot it, I shot it!" the half-turbaned sailor, standing behind the ballista, danced excitedly: "We won, they're finished!"

Before he could be more complacent, there was a sudden whistling sound from the unmasted battleship in the distance, and a rain of arrows like black clouds came straight to the deck of the ship like flames falling from the sky.

"Get down if you don't want to die, you brainless idiots!" shouted the captain and let go of the rudder in his hand, reached out and grabbed little Goodwin who had just come up from the deck and hid behind the side side, and suddenly the panicked sailors hurriedly looked for a place to hide, or raised their shields while cursing.

After a rapid sound of arrows, the stupid sailors dared to raise their heads, half of the deck was filled with all kinds of still fiery arrows, and the elated fellow had just been shot through the neck, and lay with his head tilted in a pool of blood on the deck, his whole body was almost full, and the sound of "zzi" came from the blood that flowed out.

There was a dead silence on the deck, which had just been elated, and little Goodwin, who was panting, came out from behind the side side, still trembling inside: "What are you doing there, why don't you hurry up and continue—you want to be shot too?"

"Prepare the big oars, go full speed——!" The captain pressed the rudder and shouted in a heart-rending voice: "If you don't want to die, give me a job!"

............ "The 'Wave Chaser' in front of it was sunk by the Turines, my lord. On the Dominica flagship, with its purple sails hoisted, the expressionless herald pointed to the sinking longship in the distance and said to the commander beside him, "Do you need to give the order to continue the pursuit?"

"No, the brethren have done a good job, and since we are in a disadvantageous position and have sacrificed, it is necessary to avoid pointless battles, which I hastily ordered to cause such a result. The mercenary leader dressed in a black coat and armor faintly revealed a sad gaze: "What's more, the sacrifices of these warriors are not without effect. ”

"This ship must be headed for Fort Clarifle, they must have known we were coming by now, and ten times more than they were—I heard that it was the lieutenant general of the Turin Expeditionary Force who was guarding Fort Clarine, and that killing the Banner would surely be able to demoralize this group of arrogant men. The mercenary leader's scarred left eye showed a hint of contempt: "Let them spend one night in fear and despair first, and maybe many more of them." ”

With that, the middle-aged man with a handsome face turned around and walked towards the cabin, and the herald looked at the departing leader with a somewhat stunned expression: "Lord Landzel, our brother who fell into the water should ......"

"Brother overboard, where do we have brothers who have fallen overboard? Haven't they all been killed by those treacherous and cunning Turinese?" the middle-aged man looked back at him curiously: "Do we have brothers who fell overboard, Mr. Herald?"

"No, no, no......" Listening to the sounds of those struggling and screaming on the sea not far away, the herald who was cold quickly replied loudly, and shouted with a forced composure: "All warships, full speed forward——!!!!