"Get moving, you idiots!"

At this moment, on the deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge, the pale and tall Voodoo corpse was whipped on the backs of the sailors with a long whip in his hand.

These voodoo corpses are made of dark magic, and they look like zombies, and they are strong.

"Don't let me see even a single shilling you have in your possession when it's time to loot, or your head will hang under the side of the ship until the flesh rots and falls off and becomes part of the Queen Anne's Vengeance!"

The sailors endured the whip in silence, they were used to life on the Queen Anne's Revenge, and they were more slaves than sailors.

They usually don't need to be involved in the battle, just watch Blackbeard stand at the bow of the ship, raise the sword, and their enemies will all be hoisted like lambs, the cables will suffocate those people, and then, as if they were picking vegetables from the ground, they will look for those who have not been hanged, and one by one they will pluck off each other's heads and loot all their wealth.

As for those who have escaped the cable by hiding in the cabin, the Voodoo corpse will tell them what it means to have nowhere to hide.

Blackbeard's raids generally leave no room for survival.

"Warships, pirate ships, merchant ships, when did such a large and peculiar fleet appear in the Caribbean?" One of the sailors whispered.

"It has nothing to do with us, they're out of luck anyway." Another sailor sighed: "How many people have to cut this, I'm going to be so tired that my hands are weak." ”

"Cutting people is not the most tiring, and then you have to move your belongings."

No one would doubt that someone would be able to resist Blackbeard's attack, this is an iron law proven by countless raids, in fact, on the sea, not to mention merchant ships, even pirate ships, will flee when they see Blackbeard's flag.

The sailor stood on tiptoe and looked at the largest warship, the cable on the warship dancing like a swarm of snakes, and countless people could be seen holding their swords against the cable, but even the most agile people would show their flaws in the face of the pervasive cable.

Then they would be tied up with ropes and lose their balance, and finally go around their necks and hang in the air.

More and more people were hanging above the deck, until finally, there was not a single standing figure to be seen.

"Let's get to work." Blackbeard's deep voice rang out, followed by the sound of his sword being sheathed neatly.

It was customary for the terrible captain to return to the captain's quarters after he had done his job, to enjoy his pipes and wine, and to wait for the fortune to be brought back, but he was still standing at the door of the captain's quarters on the second deck, and did not let his guard down.

Blackbeard is a very arrogant man, but not so arrogant that he thinks that facing an entire fleet is the same as facing a ship.

The average sailor would be able to guess that even if most of the people had been hanged by cables, the part hidden in the cabin should not be underestimated, and he would need to keep an eye on the ships at all times, lest a cannon be fired and smashed on the Queen Anne's Revenge.

"Prepare to take the ship!"

The voodoos raised their weapons and roared, taking the lead in holding the cable and swinging over.

The sailors followed, raining down on the deck of the Dreadnought.

The voodoos made their way to the cabin with a clear purpose, while the sailors scattered across the deck, ready to clean up the lucky ones who weren't dead yet... Or the unlucky one.

"I feel something is wrong." One of the sailors frowned.

"What's wrong, doesn't it happen every time?"

"No, it's too quiet." The sailor swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Didn't you notice, these hanging people didn't even have the movement of struggling, how long has it been?" Have all of them been hanged? ”

"Isn't that a good thing? Just effortless. Another sailor's eyes lit up: "I haven't noticed before, there are so many gold decorations on this ship!" ”

"No matter how much it is, it has nothing to do with you." The sailor who felt that something was wrong shook his head, let go of the doubts in his heart, and said, "Hurry up, search out the belongings of these people first, and if you move slowly, you will be whipped again." ”

He approached a suspended crew member and looked up, dressed in the uniform of a naval soldier, with a cable around his neck and a sword in his hand, who seemed to be unwilling to die.

"Looks like a good sword." The sailor was a little tempted, although he couldn't hide his belongings, but it shouldn't hurt to change himself to a better weapon, right?

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to hold the sword body, and used a slight force, but he did not pull the sword out of the other party's hand.

"Huh?" He raised his head suspiciously, and said to himself: "Is it so tight when you die? ”

"Maybe not dead yet."

A voice came, and the sailor reflexively replied, "How is it possible, it's been hanging for so long-"

He looked up and saw that the hanging soldier's previously closed eyes had opened at some point, staring straight at him.

The rest of his words were stuck in his throat and he gasped.

The blade of the sword flickered, a few fingers flew up, and the sailor's mouth opened wide, and the pain made him scream.

But the next moment, a blade slammed into his mouth and out of the back of his head, and the screams turned into hissing air currents.

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing sounded in vain from the dreadnought, and under the terrified gaze of the sailors of the Queen Anne's Revenge, the hanging "corpses" swayed with the sea breeze moved one by one.

The deadly ropes still grabbed them by the throat, but one by one they proceeded as usual, swinging their swords to cut the ropes, and plunging their blades into the sailors' bodies as they fell.

"God—"

Barely resisting, these sailors, who were usually only responsible for harvesting and looting, were strangled like mustard under great fear.

The door to the dreadnought's cabin exploded open, and a pale body flew upside down.

Then the second, and the third, until all the voodoos were thrown.

Obviously, these filthy creatures awakened by dark magic have no advantage in the face of the real undead, and when they are decapitated, they will only become rotten pieces of flesh.

Tom strode out with a group of men and raised his sword aloft.

"Enemy ships are close at hand! Counterattack! ”

The dreadnought was already tall, and the soldiers could already see the blackbeard on the Queen Anne's revenge, as well as the frightened and gloomy look of the other party.

"Your trick is funny, but it's clearly not smart enough, it's all over, Blackbeard!"

Tom took the lead and pointed his sword at Blackbeard: "It's a pity, it's our turn!" ”

It feels so good to imitate Mr. Tang's tone of voice and speak!

Tom was self-absorbed as he roared, "The Legion of the Undead obeys! ”

"Kill this pirate who dares to offend Mr. Tang!"

"Then bring that sword back, it's Mr. Tang's trophy."