The cracking waves crashed against the rain falling from the sky, the splashes of white foam were shattered by the cleaving of the warships, and the resounding sound of the horn pierced through the layers of sea fog and the drizzle, breaking the morale of the King's Port frigate.

Just when they saw the royal fleet rushing out of the sea fog, they were only puzzled as to why they had met the First Fleet here, but when they heard the rapid sound of the horn, a local midshipman standing on the bow of the ship accidentally saw the blood-red unicorn flag hanging on the sails, and all the decks were left with a desperate groan.

The other party is actually coming at him, and it seems that he intends to kill the entire convoy!

The Minests actually rebelled, they actually rebelled - this was the first reaction of the commander of the escort fleet, and the whole person was stunned on the bow of the ship. How is this possible, is the Minest family crazy, and is it still ...... that the Marquis of Holard Minest is still in Turin The royal fleet suddenly rebelled?!

Of course, the utterly stupid commander could not have known that Holard was no longer in this world - no terrible accusation could have given Berion the power to kill a powerful nobleman, at least for the time being, and most people only knew that the Marquis of Holard had stripped him of the title of Minister of the Interior and imprisoned him in the dungeons of the palace.

"Commander, Commander, Commander, Commander, we need your orders - they're about to rush up!" the anxious squire roared over and over behind the fleet commander, pointing to the battleship with the one-horned seahorse flag on the opposite side, his eyes full of fear: "We need your orders!"

"Command, right...... Give me the order, counterattack, counterattack!" The panicked fleet commander was almost speechless, shouting and shouting: "Turn the rudder right." Send these rebels to hell with ballistas and fire oil!"

The whole convoy was like a flock of stupid birds without a head and no brains, turning its direction in a panic, and the boatswain on the deck tore their throats and waved whips to make the sailors hurriedly move boxes of crossbow arrows and fire oil to the deck, and everywhere there was a rush of voices and desperate prayers. There was also the sound of whips whistling through the wind and rain.

The commander's nervous eyes were fixed on the royal fleet outside the layers of rain, but the other party was so quiet, except for the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the ship and the battleship tearing the waves, there was not a single sound of "people" at all.

There was no trumpet of attack sounding again, no ballista whistling in the air, no beastly roar of them, it was as quiet as a group of empty ghost ships.

But when that one-horned flag was raised. No one would doubt that there would be no one on board the battleship - it was definitely a demonic ship full of man-eating monsters!

One by one, the sailors stared at the approaching battleship on the opposite side, and little by little they entered the range of the ballista. The equally pale squire stared at the fleet commander beside him with hope: "Your Excellency, you need your orders. ”

"Fire, fire, shoot all the ballistas!" the hysterical Fleet Commander pulled out his accessories: "God bless Turin!"

A heavy roar blasted through everyone's ears, black smoke rose from the rain and mist, and the entire First Fleet was completely exposed to a rain of fire, heavy stones and crossbow arrows smashing through huge waves and layers of water on the surface of the sea. As if boiling, the dead battleship swayed from side to side on the sea. It was as if the entire ship was about to be capsized and sunk into the sea.

And the flagship that rushed to the front became the target of all the ballistas - the commander even saw a crossbow arrow dragging the flames through the deck of the flagship, and the screams and exclamations from above could still be heard from above the sea level.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the enemy on the opposite side, the deck of the entire convoy burst into cheers—the sailors who had just been like a frightened bunch of rabbits all shouted with joy.

"Good, that's it, keep launching. Keep firing!" The commander had a smug smile on his face, but he didn't forget to pretend to "remind" the attendants behind him: "Quickly order, another concentrated shooting -- I will completely burn that flagship to the ground!"

The Radiant Cross is above, it is the flagship of the royal fleet, a unique existence in the entire Turin Sea. If you can sink it to the bottom of the sea, it will definitely be a day that will go down in history - maybe you will become the commander of the navy admired by the whole city of Turin, and maybe you will be appointed by Lord Berrion as the new commander of the royal fleet, and then go on an expedition to the damned kingdom of Dominica, and of course......

"Lord Commander, Lord Commander...... "The squire with a look of fear kept shaking the fleet commander who had begun to daydream: "The other side has not stopped the ship yet, they are still attacking us!"

"What did you say?!"

The wide-eyed fleet commander looked at the opposite side incredulously - it was clear that the entire First Fleet had not even intended to avoid it for a moment, but still spread its sails and sailed at full speed in the direction of the convoy!

What the hell are they going to do?!

Russon Minest on the flagship wiped the rain from his forehead, stared at the convoy that was still counterattacking with ballistas on the opposite side, a sneer of disdain flashed on his face, and he himself opened the rudder and roared with all his might: "Go full speed, rush up and sink them - teach this group of landlubbers a lesson!"

"Long live the one-horned seahorse-!!!"

It was only at this time that the entire First Fleet resounded with the excited and excited cheers of the sailors, with the same disdainful smiles, the **** shirtless feet, the crossbow and scimitar in his hands as if they had been hungry and thirsty for a long time, and made a pleasant sound under the beating of the rain.

Huge vibrations sounded from the deck under their feet again and again, and the skyrocketing water column washed the sailors' bodies again and again, and the entire First Fleet simply withstood the repeated projectiles of the escort fleet, and pounced on it like a proud lion.

There were no bows and arrows, no ballistas, and no weapons they had ever used - they were going to use the bloodiest broadside battles to show the landlubbers on the other side, who didn't know what naval warfare was, how they fought!

Bumper corners, decks, scimitars...... This is the battle on the sea, they are the knights in the boat!

The commander of the convoy turned pale, and he finally knew what his opponent was trying to do - it wasn't that they didn't want to fight back, they wanted to sink all the ships directly, so that the entire convoy would die without a place to bury!

And he was so stupid as to give up the most vulnerable side of the battleship to the other side!

The entire convoy hurriedly began to turn the bow of the ship and prepare to retreat, but it was too late - the battleships of the First Fleet had already rushed in front of them, and it was too late.

The dejected commander drew his sword, threw away the scabbard, and looked at the sailors, who were also trembling with trembling legs: "Everyone, get ready...... Prepare for a broadside battle, God bless Turin-!"

The sound of a heavy crash on the sea, like the sound of a biscuit being broken, was only magnified countless times...... The hull of the ship, which almost completely collapsed under the violent impact, groaned and completely collapsed like an overwhelmed old man.

Before they could stand firm, the scimitar-wielding sailors had already pounced on their enemies like hyenas, frantically bursting with the craziest power in their bodies, passionate and high-pitched blood spilling on every shattered deck, and the cracked scimitars pierced through every enemy who was still resisting.

Flesh and blood were burned, hairy scimitars were broken, and the flames of wrath sent everyone to hell - the only difference was that some people crawled out, and some never made it out. There were many more, tearing at each other's bones like wild beasts.

When the rain passed, only one flag was still flying on the entire sea.

It was a blood-red unicorn. (To be continued.) )