What others don't know is that Byron waved vigorously at Redbeard on the surface, but in his heart he jumped straight to his feet angrily in [Whale Song]:

"Idiot! Your cooperation is also too inefficient.

It's just that a simple battle line was lined up according to the predetermined plan, and it was not lined up for half an hour.

According to the wartime regulations of the Navy, don't say that you pull your crotch like this, even if you just leave the team without permission and sail yourself, the captain is enough to shoot a hundred times!

How can such a big redbeard and a cluster saturation attack without a battle line really kill him? ”

Violet rubbed her buzzing ears.

Although he was a third-order pirate, he didn't pay attention to the refutation at all, and just explained in a low voice:

"Pirates are used to going it alone, and we planned well at first, but when it came to execution, we found that there were too many problems with our eyes.

Even if the Flame Rose was in the middle, I couldn't see the other ships a kilometer or two away.

And unlike the battleline of the kingdom class, they are all composed of battleships above the third level, with similar shapes and similar parameters, which is easy to coordinate.

It's a lot more difficult for our ragtag army.

The sailors on the pirate ship had no training and could barely learn to figure out three.

Later, when the smoke of gunfire comes in, the vision and coordination will only get worse. ”

We all know that for undercover agents, confidentiality is the first priority.

Aside from Violet herself, no one else was aware of Byron's existence.

She, a novice commander, can do this on her own, and she has done her best.

This is the result of the other pirates cooperating with her.

"I've arrived, waiting for my news."

While the two were talking, the [Golden Deer] had quickly broken through the obstruction of the coffins of the antique ships around it and came to the side of the Nemesis.

There was no slowing down at all, and the steering wheel was controlled by Bruch, the [Guardian Knight], and a large angle drift was made at sea.

In the moment of staggering, Byron pulled a cable hanging from the top mast and swung like a dexterous ape onto the deck of the Nemesis.

A tumbling unloaded, unscathed, bounced to his body and saluted to Redbeard's chest:

"Captain, I was entangled in a group of coffins on the road, I was delayed a little, and I was late."

Redbeard stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder with some excitement:

"Mr. Bill, my eyes that know countless people are not wrong.

Your loyalty shines brighter than gold! ”

As he spoke, he looked at the three-masted galleon behind Byron, and his tone was evidently eager:

"That's the Golden Deer under your command, right? You guys"

Byron immediately understood the other party's eyes, and wrote plainly: "Whose subordinate is this?" Good stuff, want! ”

Every pirate aspiring to the throne of the Pirate King values talent.

What's more, the performance of that ship just now was so outstanding, and everyone wanted to take it under their command.

But before Redbeard could open his mouth to stay, Bruch, who had already had a tacit understanding with Byron, drove the [Golden Deer] without saying a word and broke through from the other side.

On the way, the 32-pounder Caron cannon fired one after another, sending all the coffins that dared to stand in the way to the bottom of the sea, making Redbeard's eyes even hotter.

Originally, he thought that the [Golden Deer] was just a fledgling little pirate, but now he has seen the superiority of this sailing ship as a pirate ship.

Byron blocked Redbeard's sight and blamed himself bitterly:

"This pirate ship and its captain and crew are truly excellent.

But it doesn't help much in the current level of fighting.

It will not be easy to send me back and fight alongside the Nemesis, His Excellency, and his colleagues.

Let them swim around the perimeter to at least share the fire of the ship's coffin.

I also met two of the seven Liberty Corsairs you assigned to me outside, but they refused to help.

It's a shame I wasn't able to bring you more reinforcements. ”

After hearing these words, Redbeard couldn't help but be moved in his heart, and said with regret and approval:

"As long as your right-hand man can return safely, it will be my greatest luck as a captain.

Rest assured, I have already sent the list of free pirates who have taken refuge with us back to the Admiralty to join the expedition.

You can tell your friends that as long as this battle can be won, the York family will definitely not spare a "privateer permit".

It is not even a dream to one day recruit them to become real naval officers, and to become a master. ”

As he spoke, he patted a small snail number on his waist that was as black as an iron shell.

Byron had seen this strange thing [Echo Conch] for a long time.

Just by talking to it, it can create an echo in another conch in pairs, with a maximum communication distance of 1000 kilometers.

It can also record all echoes within three months and play them back at any time.

This is also one of his goals, and I think there must still be a lot of Redbeard and the secret affairs of the York family.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, Captain, they will surely thank you for your kindness.

It's just that now is not the time to speak, and the Nemesis is the best flag that belongs to me, so I'll go to the mast to help you and the signal officer dispatch the fleet. ”

Without saying a word, Byron, who had just come to the rescue, saluted Redbeard again, and quickly climbed up the side line of the hindmast.

The pirate officers around him, including Redbeard, were impressed by his courage.

There are such beautiful words as "loyal" and "heroic", and of course there are people who ridicule him as a heroic fool.

It's not a broadside battle that's about to begin.

In long-range artillery battles, exposed to the unsheltered mast, they can only resign themselves to fate, and it is not known when a stray bullet took away their lives.

Joke, do you think you also have the immortality of the captain?

When Byron climbed up to the mast with a monocular, in this best view, he had an unobstructed view of all the "enemy ships" opposite.

The first action was to send a message to Violet:

"Miss Artist, I've come to the best position in the 'stands'.

The view here is good, you just need to repeat my command to convey the whole ship.

Next, start your show. ”

The opposite side responded crisply:

"Understood, stay tuned, Mr. Good Citizen!"

On the [Flaming Rose], Violet's momentum changed suddenly, so that the pirate officers around her couldn't help but look sideways.

The confidence on her face seemed to glow, making people almost think that she was possessed by a god.

Through the whalebone amulet, Violet quickly coded the six warships under her command, including the [Long Wind], [Bristol], and [Lightning Peregrine Falcon], from front to back in the queue.

Then the instructions were re-issued in an orderly manner, even down to the level of pirate officers in various functional departments:

"Ship No. 1 is too prominent, pay attention to the spacing.

Loosen the mainmast turnstring, pull back the sail 10 degrees, and leave a margin at the windward angle, keeping it in line with the rear battleship. ”

"The second ship loosened a shrunken sail tassel on the rear mast, followed the lead ship, guarded the azimuth line, and made a scale for the rear battleship."

"The position of the third ship is the most critical"

With this order, the order was issued through the [Whale Song].

Several pirate ships, which were originally in a hurry, immediately had a backbone and gradually merged into a unified whole.

"It's not that there is no cure, otherwise it will be a lot more difficult to hunt Redbeard."

Looking at the initial formation of the battle line in front of him, Byron nodded secretly with satisfaction.

Commanding a fleet is like commanding a sailing ship.

Take, for example, a rigging system made up of hundreds of cables on a ship.

Most knowledgeable modern people will be dizzy when they look at those messy sail lines, can a sailor who is illiterate remember it?

Equally impossible.

The rigging is like a computer program, with a very simple composition of 0 and 1 (moving and static), but the combination is extremely complex.

Fortunately, a boat is operated by hundreds of people, and each person is only responsible for one rope.

The sailor only needs to follow the rules and remember what kind of whistle the sail chief blows, or what kind of password he swears, he should tighten or let go of the rope in his hand.

Only the sail cable chief is the old fur dog who has spent a lifetime at sea to practice repeatedly, and is familiar with and understands the use of all rigging.

The same is true for the command of a battleship.

All it takes is a systematic command network that unites all warships and allows each combat unit to do the right thing at the right time, which is the greatest victory.

And Byron at this time is the brain of this command system!

Being in the best "audience" allows him to see very clearly.

In just ten minutes, the bayman's large pirate fleet formed a relatively tight "simple battle line".

Although the people of the bay have one less ship, and no ship has the firepower of a ship comparable to a third-class ship such as the Nemesis.

However, with good internal relations and mutual trust, as well as a small-scale real-time command system like [Whalebone Talisman - Whale Song], it looks more like a regular army.

On the other hand, the redbeard side not only has its own ghosts, but also uses backward flag language.

If you neglect training and cooperation, you will not be able to line up the same battle line at all, let alone fight against the wind.

This time the advantage is really in me!

Under Byron's command, that tight battle line suddenly took the initiative to break away from the disadvantage of the number one target [Nemesis].

Because the effect of the "Hatred Mark" was still there, when the battle line was pulling away by the wind, the third-class ship also immediately accelerated passively and left its already unorganized formation.

Exposed to the black muzzle of the Gulf Fleet.

At this time, all the warships once again rushed forward and fell within the range of the opponent.

But the wake, which was less than 300 meters, could no longer threaten a line of six battleships.

It was also at this time that Commander Byron finally gave the order to go to war:

"Fleet salvo, fire at me!"

"Fire!"

Six fourth-tier ships (or equivalent) fired their main guns in unison on an entire battle line.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The orange-red cannon flame illuminated the dark sea, reflected the clouds in the sky, and stabbed the eyes of all enemy pirates.