A pirate armed only with leather armor and simple weapons would never dare to fight against the regular army of a large country, and even if most of the pirates were experienced in a hundred battles and skilled in martial arts, the disadvantage would be too large to make this advantage go to naught.

If the opponent's weapons can easily cut through the pirates' leather armor, and can attack enemies at all distances with knives, shields, short spears, and crossbows, and the pirates' cast iron knives need a lot of strength to cut through the armor's protection and cause damage to the enemy, then the difficulty of the battle can be imagined.

So when the pirates saw more than two hundred heavily armed militiamen jumping out of the town, their hearts beat several knots faster.

When encountering this kind of enemy, whether there is a chance of victory or not, the pirates will choose to retreat most of the time.

They are thieves who want nothing more than to profit from the looting of merchant ships and fishing villages, and if the price paid in a battle outweighs the gain, no pirate will find it worthwhile.

If a pirate ship loses too many members, it will soon be swallowed up by other forces above the sea.

Just as the large beasts of the mountains usually avoid each other, pirates are rarely willing to engage in battles that cost them dearly.

Needless to say, if you fight against these soldiers who are still in formation in the heavily armed charge, heavy losses are predictable.

There is even a high chance of failure.

The pirates were in a dilemma at once.

Beads of sweat broke out on Abdul-Jabbar's red forehead.

However, the militia did not give the pirates much time to hesitate, and the first militia jumped into the pirate group with their swords and shields, and several swords slashed into the shining armor, whether it was a subconscious wave or an experiment of the pirates who did not believe in evil - after all, it was a very strange thing to encounter such an armed army in this town, and it was inevitable to doubt the authenticity of these armors: perhaps they were disguised impostors.

Even Abdul-Jabbar himself had this thought in his heart.

But when the pirates heard the sound of swords and armor clashing, there was no doubt in their hearts.

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The machetes and bayonets pierced the pirates' rudimentary leather armor and sank deep into their flesh and bones, and the screams of the militia were like a tidal wave, which finally stimulated the pirates' feverish nerves.

"He's retreating quickly"

As a pirate leader who wasn't stupid to the extreme, Jabbar yelled and gave the right orders.

If he doesn't retreat, his family will be buried here.

He scolded the people who spread rumors on the sea countless times, and this is a well-prepared cemetery.

He felt sorry for himself, and decided to go back and immediately break the corpses of the men who had proposed to attack the town.

But now it seems too late to regret it.

The pirates were still some distance from the beach, and as experienced pirates, they knew that it was a fool's errand to turn and run, as it would expose their backs to the militiamen's crossbow arrows, turning the 'retreat' into a 'rout', so the best course of action was to fight and retreat.

The militiamen's attacks greatly accelerated the process of turning the retreat into a rout, and under the onslaught of an offensive like a wave of steel, a large number of corpses fell on the beach, blood seeped into the sand, and a large number of seabirds scattered in the midst of more and more frequent screams.

It's not so simple to retreat.

Jabbar's eyes were red, and he wanted to shout for a group of men to break off—but a spear that stabbed him turned into a beastly howl, and he swung his heavy shield and a short spear that had been drilled into his shoulder, but the rudimentary wooden shield full of arrows and slashing marks was clearly at its limit, and the planks had broken into pieces of wood after this block, leaving only a frame of cast iron. ...,

His stomach was cold, and another short spear had sunk into his lower abdomen, as if he felt his stomach begin to stir and convulse under the piercing of this cold and sharp foreign body, and in the midst of a long scream, the exposed arm of the green muscles brandished a machete and slashed at the militiaman with the gun.

With a muffled thud, the machete was blocked by a shield stretched out from the side, and the rest of his body was in sharp pain, and Jabbar opened his mouth, spat out a large mouthful of muddy blood, and collapsed limply on the sand.

"The Boss Is Dead"

It was a clarion call for 'retreat' to turn into 'rout'.

A large number of pirates who had been killed turned and fled, and under the unrelenting pursuit of the militia, they fell to the ground like wheat under the farmer's sickle, and the cry behind them was like the call of Hades, and the pirates prayed to all those they could think of, but the gods apparently did not protect them, and when they reached the bottom of the ship, the not very generous pedal became their nightmare again, and a large number of pirates who stepped on the pedal were pushed away by their companions, fell on the beach, and died at the hands of the militiamen.

"Come up quickly, push the pedals"

Several of the pirates who boarded the ship cheered, as if they saw hope, and they pushed down the pedals, and a large number of the pirates behind them howled and cursed and fell, and some of them just touched the side of the ship, did not grasp it steadily, and fell on the beach.

The lucky ones on board hurriedly lifted anchor and tried to flee quickly, but a few small red dots flew from the other side of the town, and when they got closer, they saw these small red dots turn into huge fireballs like large buckets, and several lucky pirates immediately let out a scream of terror.

Soon, a series of explosions cleared the sea completely.

Penny walked down the watchtower, went to the shore, looked up at the big ship that had been blown open and ran aground on the shore, looked up and down carefully for a while, and exclaimed: "Good ship, it can still be used if it is repaired." ”

"It is indeed a good ship, and there are not many such three-masted ships in Serge's navy. Hughes nodded, looking at the stout head that had been cut off: "It's a pity that this stupid guy doesn't know how to cherish it, and he actually provoked us." ”

"My lord, we have eight soldiers dead. Ansel stepped forward and reported: "There are four more men who will not be able to fight again in the future, and twenty-nine are seriously wounded." ”

"It was a big win. Hughes slapped his palm: "Penny, it doesn't get prettier than this." ”

However, Penny was not so happy, and his mood was a little unhappy: "Eight people died......"

All are excellent fighters.

"There will be no immortals in war. Hughes frowned, as if a little surprised: "Penny, you can't always think about the bad side. ”

"Perhaps. He sighed, still feeling a little heavy, in his previous life, he was just a small people, how could he think that he could now live a life that would decide the life and death of others in a single sentence?

Because of his command, someone died because of it, and it did not make him happy.

Maybe you really have to get used to that.

He was silent and frowned.

Maybe that's right, if he doesn't, then the town will be pillaged by pirates, with more than eight dead and wounded?

He was comforted by the respectful glances cast by the townspeople.

However, it is still not completely relieved.

When he is completely numb, it is estimated that he will be able to become a real big shot.

He sighed, remembering another thing he had just seen, and diverted his attention, he asked Ansel, "By the way, when you were fighting the pirates just now, I saw several sergeants gathered together, using different weapons against enemies near and far?"

"Yes," Ansel nodded: "My lord, you have a variety of weapons for soldiers, but I and some experienced veterans believe that in battle, it is difficult for someone to be able to take care of the enemy in different places, so we divided the soldiers into two-person squads, one uses swords and shields, and the other uses short guns, covering and cooperating with each other, so that we can deal with various enemies more flexibly." ”...,

"Good way. Hearing Ansel's words, Penny's eyes lit up, and he was inspired, and he made a comparison: "Actually, you can divide the soldiers into a team of six, and I will instruct the workshop to make some more diverse weapons, so that the soldiers in a team can line up in a formation and use different types of weapons, which may be able to better enhance the combat effectiveness." ”

"So?"

"This is the method I saw on a certain general's journal, and it's called ...... Belch...... Phoenix Formation. The mage didn't find the mandarin duck in Fei Lun's local vocabulary - Fei Lun didn't seem to have such an animal, so he changed the word to describe the invention of Qi Jiguang, an ancient famous general of the Celestial Empire.

It's just the right thing to deal with pirates.

Remembering who this art of war was aimed at when it was first put into use, Penny sensed a little evil and smiled restrainedly.

"Phoenix Formation?" Ansel chewed on the word, confirming that what Penny said was indeed a good idea, as if different classes in the adventurer played different roles in the squad, or different classes mixed and matched, would also increase the combat effectiveness.

Hughes, on the other hand, searched for a book from which such a strange thing came from, but he soon gave up on it, for Penny could always find many things in the 'books' that no one else could imagine, and he had seen it many times.

......

"Ha, it looks like Bloodbeard has been *lost. ”

Hidden beneath the coastal reef, several pirates witnessed the destruction of a not-so-small pirate ship, until the three-masted ship was sunk, and the stubby head hung upside down on a high pole, spreading among the militiamen, and the first mate Morey broke the silence on the boat with a dry laugh.

", well, good. Dibino nodded mechanically, his eyes not on the head that was almost kicked like a ball, but on the equipment on the militiamen, and suddenly jumped to his feet and shouted: "Hell, can anyone tell me that Serre's regular army has been transferred to this place? ”

"Anyway...... This ......" Morey could only spread his hands with a helpless expression, he was also surprised by the equipment of these soldiers in the town, and he didn't know what to say about Dibino's surprise.

"Okay......" Dibino took two deep breaths, calmed the horror in his heart, and glanced at those militiamen a few more times, knowing that it was pointless to dwell on the origin of these well-equipped and terrifying soldiers at this time, the key problem was that they were about to face such an army, and through the combat effectiveness shown by this army just now, he felt that it was necessary to think about the future path: "Morey, I don't think it's a good idea to clash with such an army." ”

"I think so, too. Morey nodded, convinced.

A large warship, more than 200 pirate warriors, just a little more than a meal on this beach was buried, a force with a lot of influence in this sea area disappeared like this, how not to make a pirate feel afraid?

Dibino weighed his own family wealth, no more than Bloodbeard, and he felt that if he didn't think more about the plan to attack this town, he would definitely regret it in the future.

Is it appropriate to risk heavy casualties for the sake of some goods and food?

"Let's go, Morey. He took one last look at the troops who were lining up and walking back to the town, the last rays of the sun falling on the side of the mountains shining on the armor, and the bright light reflected into his eyes, making his heart sink: "We must inform the other captains of this matter." ”

Morey nodded, turned around and gave orders, and the boat slowly turned around, the wind pushing the sails, and quickly moved away from the shore...... ，