Dozens of warships, flying the flag of the Rotten Nation, sailed south from Plymouth Harbor along the shipping lanes of the English Channel. In front of them, ships flying the Spanish and Portuguese flags were already in place, and the coalition forces of Europa would wait in the Bay of Biscay to fight to the death the enemy from the Caribbean.

The "Dreadnought" is the core of this fleet, its speed is as high as 20 knots, it has more than 300 huge guns, three layers of gun decks and a huge hull up to several hundred meters long, making this rotten navy like a giant.

The Rotten Navy is currently the most advanced navy in the world, and they worship the cannons of giant ships and win with firepower. The Galen ship, with its ferocious firepower, fired several salvos to destroy the power of the enemy ships, and then rushed up to ram the two ships together with ropes, and finally the old tactics of the marines on board engaged in broadside battles!

It's not hard to imagine why they failed!

During the Industrial Revolution, the corrupt country had the most efficient industrial production efficiency in the world, and the shipbuilding industry was also the most developed in the world, in fact, they no longer cared about capturing enemy ships, so they could invent this set of long-range victory and sink enemy ships with artillery. The Spaniards, on the other hand, did not dare to waste their ships in such a way, for the captured ships were undoubtedly very precious and worthy of the lives of the sailors.

The headquarters of the coalition forces was set up on the Intrepid of the Corrupt Country, which was also the recognition of the hegemony of the Corrupt Country by other countries, represented the concession of the Spanish interests in the Caribbean, and was an opportunity for the Corrupt State to intervene in the Caribbean Large. In the captain's room of the Intrepid, dozens of officers were crowded inside, and around the charts of the Bay of Biscay, a pre-war meeting was being held. They are all the most elite naval fleets from various countries, and they all have their own strengths and ideas. At this time, these elites of the navy gathered around a dry and terrifying woman, who was hung with all kinds of strange ornaments, and the whole person was nervous.

The witch cut her wrist with a stone knife, and the miserable green blood splashed into the stone basin on the table with a diameter of about three feet, and the dark liquid was grunting with strange colorful bubbles, and the crystal ball sunk in the liquid, met the witch's miserable green blood, and suddenly shot out a gray beam of light that shone on the liquid surface.

The liquid in the stone basin calmed down and turned into a bright and illuminating pale silver, and any ship or creature that appeared in this sea area would be manifested in the stone basin. The pale silver liquid was like a mirror, reflecting the chart of the sea, and a dark shadow appeared in the lower right of the chart, only nearly a hundred nautical miles away from the red dot representing the United Fleet.

The witch tapped lightly at the shadow, and the pale silver liquid in the stone basin magnified the area slightly, and even reflected it into a projection, floating above the stone basin.

The gloomy fleet sailed through the sea, the broken sails, the old ships that seemed to have been washed by time for thousands of years, and the empty deck, and the thick fog everywhere, made this fleet look particularly eerie and terrifying. At the forefront, there was a splendid and slender dexterous warship, which did not even have a single cannon on it, but hung the flag of the flagship, the black dragon flag with dark gold shading, fluttering in the wind on its mast.

At its bow, a man in a black robe stood at the forefront, and directly below him was the bow of the ship's black dragon head, with its long, narrow and sharp ramming horns. The man had neat short hair and was looking straight ahead, and the officers present couldn't help but widen their eyes to see this mysterious man clearly.

"Zoom in!" a middle-aged officer couldn't help but remind, they were all very curious and wary of the only human on this lifeless fleet. No one saw it, and Beckett in the corner saw the mysterious man, and the only remaining eye suddenly opened open, and the bloodshot eyeballs shot out with bitter hatred.

"Du Xu, the Lord of Ghosts!" Beckett gritted his teeth and snapped out two words from between his teeth, pronouncing Du Xu's name in a straight and murderous manner. He suddenly waved his hand to tear away the person who was blocking him, and roared at everyone: "What are you doing in a daze, quickly turn this thing off!" He scanned the crowd viciously with that one-eyed man, and said fiercely: "Do you want to die? Don't look directly at that person, he will gouge out your eyes and harvest them along with your soul!"

Du Xu in the image turned his head and faced the stone basin that was monitoring him, the image turned to his face without manipulation, to be honest, none of the officers present was not curious about the ghost lord, in their imagination, this is a villain with a beard and a muscular scar, in everyone's impression, he represents a mysterious legend, a vicious pirate, but not a living person, everyone said that if they wanted to kill him for the country, they naturally wanted to kill him.

But at the moment when the young man smiled at the mirror image, they all had a very complicated feeling about this somewhat thin yellow man, watching the young man sigh at them, there was no sound or fluctuation, and a simple greeting sounded from everyone's hearts: "Everyone is here!"

The sailors of various countries who were on guard outside the captain's room were full of distrust and suspicion among themselves, and then they heard a hoarse cry from inside: "Ahh

Everyone was a little familiar with Beckett's voice, but everyone couldn't imagine what would make this one-eyed iron man shout such a voice. In fact, they can often hear such shouts, when the sailors are desperate, when the gang jumps to the death, mixed with courage, in order to fight against fear.

The vigilant sailors picked up their weapons and rushed in, and they saw a scene that they would never forget, Beckett clutching his blind right eye, blood oozing from it. The gypsy astrologist from the Netherlands, the strange witch choked her throat, pale flames came out of her features, she opened her glass-like eyes, exhaled the last breath from her lungs, and made her last divination: "We will be dragged down the abyss, the road ahead is dark, no one, no one can escape all this, what he brings to the continent is endless blood and death!"

Immediately afterwards, this witch, who was famous in high society, turned to ashes like a blank piece of paper. The gentlemen who had just sat here were spurting blood from their facial features, and the command system of the Combined Fleet was in chaos.

At this time, Du Xu led the ghost fleet, which was still dozens of nautical miles away from the United Fleet, and the Spirit Song Revenge took the lead, splitting the wind and waves like a razor, turning into an arrow on the sea, pointing directly at the location of the United Fleet.

Standing beside him, holding a violent musket in his right hand and a light and gentle quick-fire pistol rose in his left hand, he shouted angrily: "My big gun is already hungry and thirsty!"

"Wang Teng, you come to command the Lingge Revenge, and I command the entire fleet!" Du Xu smiled easily, his confidence dissolved Wang Teng's nervousness, and in the face of this eighteenth-century naval battle, there was no doubt that Wang Teng trembled with excitement. His crystal skull was running at high speed, analyzing the sea conditions at every moment, adjusting the position of the Spirit Song Revenge at any time, dozens of cannons on the port side and port side each rising from below deck, and the pedestal made of white bones flickered with soul sparks, accepting Wang Teng's orders.

The shadow of the combined fleet appeared in front of the ghost fleet, and Du Xu could clearly see that more than a dozen old men in red robes were standing on the "Flying Shear" ship in the center, a ship with a speed of 25 knots, ready to retreat at any time. The golden sand and crystal powder were sprinkled into the sea by the red-robed old people without money, the awkward ancient notes were sent to Du Xu's ears by the sea breeze, and the pigeon-egg-sized gems on display on the deck exploded into smashes one by one, and were sent to heaven under the control of mysterious syllables.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was violently windy, and the nine-foot-high waves were overwhelmingly hitting the ghost fleet, and the wind direction was completely downwind, but the combined fleet opposite them took advantage of the current and the strong wind, and attacked them rapidly.

When the first drop of rain fell on the Spirit Song Revenge, Wang Teng looked up at the sky consciously, and he stretched out his hand to catch the first drop of rain falling from the sky. Around the battlefield, a hurricane with a diameter of several nautical miles suddenly formed, and the fleet, under the control of Du Xu, drew an arc from the right hand and rushed towards the combined fleet.

The opposing Combined Fleet also took the same response, and the two fleets followed the direction of the hurricane and slid a clockwise arc, dividing the sea area into two semicircles, and finally forming a situation where the two sides were facing each other across the sea at the middle point.

Without waiting for Du Xu's order, Wang Teng drew his long sword, and the great sea poisoner swung at the opposite Dreadnought, shouting angrily: "Fire!" At the side of the Dreadnought, more than fifty guns on the port side of the Lingge Revenge roared in unison, in order to bring the most shocking effect, Du Xu did not use more effective plague shells and phosphorus fire shells, but used the most basic heartless cannonballs.

Trembling cannon fire erupted, and more than fifty iron bumps smashed on the Dreadnought with Ling Ran's might, knocking down countless trivial debris and smashing through several layers of deck. Du Xu's frantic transformation of the cannonballs caused each cannonball smashed into the deck to break into several large pieces with iron chains and spin in the cabin. The chains cut through anything at that height in the hold, and the iron smashed through all the barriers, and the gunners and sailors in the hold were either cut in two or smashed by the iron, and every cabin that was hit by the shells left only a warehouse full of blood and body fragments.

The Dreadnought did not let go of this good opportunity, they had 15 guns on the side, which was three times that of the Lingge Revenge, and without the unified command of cheaters like Wang Teng, the hit rate of the artillery was high and low, but there were still hundreds of shells smashed on the Lingge Revenge. Most of the time, the cannonballs only smashed a shallow pit on the deck, and they were blocked and dropped by the blood-colored rune aura, and a very small number of cannonballs smashed into the deck with a layer of faint white light, exploding loudly inside.

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