In the short moment when the two ships intertwined, the Spirit Song Revenge fired two rounds of artillery bombardment, and even if the Dreadnought played its best level, it could only fire one round, and this was an era gap in between. While the sailors of the Rotten Nation were still toiling to clean the chambers, cool the barrels with urine, and load the breeches with medicated kits and solid shells, their opponents were a generation ahead of their time. The Demonized Bronze Cannon, connected to the white bone pedestal underneath, was a basic undead unit, and they did what was unthinkable at the time.

The Spaniards followed suit, and at the back of the fleet, a line of small boats lined up, risking being crippled by the storm to approach the Anthony of Revenge. They cut diagonally through the center line of the hurricane, approaching the ghost fleet from the right rear, and from this angle the ship's guns could do little against them.

At this time, the guns of European warships were fixed, and the so-called T-shaped tactics were nothing more than giving full play to the guns on both wings, and only the side-chord artillery fire was truly deterrent. Several guns in the stern of the ship, better than nothing, are generally used to fire chain ball bombs to destroy the enemy's power, and the bow position, in principle, is not to press the artillery, when a battleship with the bow of the enemy against the enemy, its only possibility is to hit the angle after the collision, take the jump gang battle.

But the ghost fleet is used to break the convention, and the commanders of the combined fleet saw the ghost fleet frantically raise the gun emplacement, and on each battleship, there were three or five guns raised and closed to form a triple turret. The turret with a high elevation angle looked down on all obstacles, and the turret with adjustable elevation angle and position got rid of the limitation of gun emplacements, and the Spanish commander watched it all almost as if he were sleepwalking.

The commander of the Intrepid on the flagship of the Combined Fleet let out a desperate wail in unison, and a Spanish veteran general roared at the flag officer like crazy: "Let the children come back, come back quickly!" He snatched the colorful flag from the flag officer's hand, and waved the flag at the opposite side with tears, "Please, slow down, slow down!"

But it was too late, the turrets of the Ghost Fleet fired at the right rear at the same time, the roaring barrels of the guns masking the veteran's pleas, and the projectiles of rotating conical shells showed its excellent armor-piercing ability, and if a single shot landed on the deck, it could create a desperate hole in the ship. The entire fleet was poured fire on that small area, and each small ship was given four or five armor-piercing shells, and most of the ships were either broken into pieces or broken in two.

"Oh God!" the veteran covered his eyes, not daring to look at it all. He opened his arms and faced the cannons of the ghost fleet, and cloudy tears flowed down his eyes, cutting the old man's complex and indescribable bitter expression. The next moment, an armor-piercing bullet burst through the air, shattering the area he was in and smearing the nearby deck with blood.

The two fleets circled around the hurricane at a constant speed, and the Combined Fleet tried to keep both flanks facing each other in order to give full play to their own firepower. The Spiritual Song Revenge and the Dreadnought were constantly moving opposite each other, approaching, the muzzles facing each other, almost facing each other, firing at each other, full of death and perseverance. In this contest, one side paid for the flesh-and-blood gunner, while the other paid only for some self-firing demonized bronze cannons.

In this short moment of battle, more than 20 large warships of the coalition forces sank to the bottom of the sea, and more than this number of warships lost their combat effectiveness. Nearly 10,000 sailors were either shattered by cannonballs or sunk in the icy waters, and where no one could see, transparent water spirits traveled through this sea area, mercilessly strangling the sailors who fell into the water.

Soon it was noticed that the sailors who were struggling on the surface of the water were dragged down to the surface one by one, and the cries and begs for mercy among the sailors who fell into the water were one after another. Du Xu stood on the lookout of the Lingge Revenge, sneering and watching the ship under his feet devouring the souls of the sailors, a little rune aura lit up slightly on the deck, and the place where the cannon was injured grew silently, and everyone on the ship felt the joy of the ship's spirit, and felt that it was like a bamboo moistened by rain and dew, growing strongly.

The Lord of the Ghost Lord, this name sailors have of course heard of, his ruthlessness, his bloody brutality, for a long time, was the subject of conversation among sailors on the European continent. Sailors from the Caribbean and the New World were terrified of this name, and some even feared him like a ghost, and did not dare to mention the slightest information about him.

But even so, not many people regard the name as a terrible threat, and the sailors who dare to mess with the sea are all unruly and daring, and a few chasing after the wind from the Caribbean Sea is not enough to make these people fearful.

But today, they finally came to face with the legend, a young man with black eyes and black hair, fair-skinned and somewhat thin, like a noble little white face who lingered among the flowers. At the end of July, news reached the port of London that a mysterious band of pirates had raided merchant ships near Turtle Island and slaughtered sailors visible from the sea, which was not a big deal for the great merchants and nobles of the port of London. By mid-August, I heard the news of an accident in the Caribbean, and dozens of ports were washed out in blood, including the corrupt countries, the French, the Dutch, and of course, the Spaniards, the overlords of the Caribbean.

In the great era of expansion and colonization of the whole world, the changes in the Caribbean Sea were of course very astonishing, and the losses were also very heavy, which made the big businessmen of London and Amsterdam heartbroken, but in the context of the global Age of Discovery, it was only a small setback! However, at this moment, at the beginning of October, this mysterious fleet and its master had become a major obstacle in the Age of Discovery, and had the power to shake the times.

The evening of the coalition forces has arrived, and only dozens of scarred ships, large and small, are still floating on the sea, broken decks, floating canvases, and bits and pieces of debris floating on the sea, to be destroyed by the wind and waves. The bulky Galen ship "Barrenby" landed at the very end, and the Spirit Song Revenge deftly slashed diagonally through the wind and waves, drew an elegant semicircle around the center of the hurricane, and then plunged like a quick knife into the fragile tail of the "Barenby".

Facing the Barhémby's three turrets, a salvo was fired at the immediate target, and the cone-shaped armor-piercing projectiles pierced through the Galen ship, and one shell even pierced through its front. The Spirit Song Revenge moved several feet sideways, sticking to the Barrenby to bypass the sinking it, Hadron stood on the starboard deck, and the sailors of the Barby opposite desperately hung the cable to the Spirit Song Revenge, and he exploded one by one in mid-air.

The powerful twin spears showed his violent factor, and for this reason, Hadron even grabbed the rope and swung it in a circle towards the opposite side, shattering several heads that could not dodge.

The Dreadnought and the Spiritsong of Vengeance were about to stick together! Fearless rose several strange creatures, with eagle feathers and heads, and the body of a lion, a creature like a griffin in Western legend, with several priests in religious robes, wearing hoods, hiding their faces in the shadows, and reciting ancient poetry. The powders of sulfur, saltpeter and charcoal fall down and mix into a viscous mist in the air.

Others poured some fishy black grease down, which fell into the viscous gunpowder mist in the air, and exploded into a black oil cloud, and the powder of precious stones, crystals, and gold was sprinkled down in large quantities, forming a dreamlike rain of colorful light. The power of the incantation reverberated through the sky, causing the sea and hurricane to respond, stirring up echoes.

Du Xu watched them complete all this, without any movement at all, smoothly making the other party feel uneasy, until the ceremony was more than half completed, he lazily flicked the index finger of his right hand. The black wings formed a dark cloud over his head, and a large group of bats covered his figure, like black fog, like gray smoke, and for a moment obscured the black-robed priest and griffin, a blood-red shadow flashed in the mist, and the dark golden pattern on the wide bat wings flashed, and only the screams from the fog were heard.

The unmanned oil cloud spread under the influence of strong winds and hurricanes, intentionally or unintentionally shrouded the Dreadnought and several capital ships, and Du Xu also took the opportunity to splash some suspicious powder and transparent oil into it, so that the range of the oil cloud expanded rapidly, but there was no loss of density.

Just opposite the Intrepid, Du Xu played with a bright silver agate lighter, delicate handmade patterns, bright and oily agate, and classical design charm. Gently opening the lid, a cluster of light blue flames stood still in the gale, just in front of the crew of the Intrepid, Du Xu repeated the process of opening, closing, opening, closing, so that everyone's attention was focused on this small cluster of flames.

As if he was tired of it, Du Xu didn't close the lid of the Onyx lighter this time, and let it be exposed to the hurricane, Du Xu shook the flame in his hand at the crew of the Intrepid and threw it upward.

"No····· A terrible howl came from the Dreadnought, the lighters that spun into the air spun and flew towards the Dreadnought, the crew and generals were a line of guns against it, and Beckett rushed from the cabin to the deck, the Western sword in his hand nailed fiercely to the silver fire box, but flew into the air in the most unlikely situation. Lord Beckett didn't think about it, and plunged headlong into the sea.

The blue flames in the air unsurprisingly touched the oil cloud in mid-air, and in the next moment, the flames burst out, and the expanding fireballs enveloped hundreds of zhang in a radius, and the scorching white flames burned everything they could attach to. The Dreadnought was also affected by the explosion, and the white flames of the maggots on the tarsal bones made it a large torch, and all the creatures on it were burned to ashes.

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