Three Hundred and Five Western Thunder

Plop!

Another body was pushed out through the narrow gap in the gun panel and fell into the sea. The flowing blood oozes from the corpse, dyeing the red sea even more red, and the beauty that was originally as clear as a gem can no longer be seen.

The surface of the sea is full of dead bodies, rippling with the waves, floating and sinking.

They will sink soon, and most of them will fall into the belly of the fish, while a small part will resurface after the bubbles swell, and then fall into the belly of the fish again.

Fish belly is the doomed destination of pirates.

Of course, in the chaotic battle just now, there must be many people alive who fell into the water, and all of them were pirates, and those who were injured were not injured.

Those brave ones tried to chisel the boat with the weapons in their hands, while the cowardly ones lost their minds, screaming and swimming desperately towards the outside or in the bay.

Asaros had to admit that maybe running away was a better way, but the brave man became a hostage instead, an obstacle to limit his own shelling.

What's more, their work is doomed to futility.

The Drake boy prepared a large number of crossbows and harpoons. Seeing that Asaros had no intention of shelling for a short time, he sent three or five sailors out of the ship's side, hanging ropes, and played a game of shooting people at sea.

Asaros stared coldly at the figure hanging on the side of the ship with the executioners.

They were living, some wounded and dying, some crying loudly, and Drake's crew tied their hands and feet and hung them on the side of the ship. Increase the thickness of the hull.

Azaros gripped the handle of the knife tightly: "Crazy and smart kid...you are trying to provoke me."

"Bombardment, replace the shotgun." A cold wind bulged out of his mouth.

The gunner's eyes widened in disbelief: "Deputy commander, shotguns can't break the opposite ship's hull, only..."

"They're already dead!" Azalos gritted his teeth and stared at the gunner with cannibalistic eyes. "If the Drake boy doesn't kill them, he's provoking us. I want him to know that Cotton Jack's flag will not be tolerated." provocative!"

"……yes……"

Shotguns poured out without warning, crackling on the port side and the gun shield.

The Three-Eyed Raven was defenseless against the blow,

The water line cleaners who were too late to recover were wiped out, and five of them died at once.

But the waterline doesn't need to be cleaned anymore...

Lorraine closed his eyes expressionlessly: "Cut off all the hanging ropes. And ask Wang Wang, where is the Golden Deer?"

...

In the waters off Bimini Island, the core of the Drake fleet, the Golden Deer and the Cupid, are sailing under the command of the interim commander Yacharin Desai.

They had already broken through the northwest corner of the North Island. The Golden Deer shattered the thin lookout post with a round of auxiliary artillery, and the rumbling sound of the artillery was also transmitted into the panic-stricken haven ahead of the battleship.

After all, it is a small island, and the safe haven of Bimini is not big at all. 1.3 kilometers west of the berth is a natural seawall that cannot pass ships. The width of Haiti ranges from tens of meters to hundreds of meters, and then outwards is the deep open sea.

So most of the sea surface of Haven is actually covered by the range of naval guns...

This issue has never been paid attention to before, because Cotton Jack's lair has never been the target of other forces, but today, with the sound of cannons coming from the northwest, businessmen who are smart enough suddenly have a clear understanding.

Badigya Zuanka, dubbed Master Zuanka by the pirates, is the most powerful dealer of stolen goods around Cotton Jack VII. He has three ships, one Baggage, one Brigantine, and one Stanley. Kuna.

With a dark face, he found the person in charge of the pier, who is also the cadre on duty in Bimini Island today, and the captain of the Irian, Lame Romy.

"Captain Romy, untie the ropes of the No. 1 plank road immediately. My ship is going to the berth to wait for navigation. Also! The rest of my ships are also going to the berth, and drive those wrecked boats to the sea!"

Lame Romy looked at his old friend in perplexity.

"Old friend, you know that No. 1 plank road is a special berth for the regiment, except for Bloody Mary and Holy Anne..."

"They're all gone now, aren't they? Holy Anne is dredging the waterway with Asaros, and Bloody Mary is following your regiment leader in the Caribbean, getting angry with an unknown businessman!"

"But rules are rules..."

"Don't tell me the rules! All I know is that I sold 50% of the Cotton Jack Pirates' stolen goods. I deserve the privilege!"

"Okay, okay, old friend." The lame Romy was defeated by Zuanka's aggressive gaze, and raised his hands innocently, "I'm going to make people..."

"My God! Destroyers! Two!"

There was a scream of panic from the crowd. At the end of the sea and the sky, two slender battleships rushed towards them. The bow heavy artillery fired a salvo, and even missed the target. The waves caused by the shells had already washed away the sandbar. On the watchtower, only Cotton Jack's pirate flag is left floating in the sea, which stimulates people's eyes.

Zuanka yanked off her huge emerald ring and forced it into the lame Romy's hand.

"Romy, open the berth immediately! I don't care who you dirty pirates win today, as long as my property is not damaged, you have to help me!"

On the Golden Deer, Yacharin adjusted the three-cornered hat on his head for an unknown number of times, and said to Olves who was seven or eight meters away across the side.

"Captain Olves, as close as possible to the sandbar, the artillery is at an elevation angle of eight degrees, firing rounds every minute and a half. Your task is not to sink many future Chamber of Commerce property, but to intimidate, so don't pursue precision too much. Neither I nor the admiral like it."

Olves snapped his legs together and stood upright: "Yes, the gunner commander!"

Acharin frowned in dissatisfaction: "If you want to call me Admiral, omit the word "temporary", call me Admiral, or Desai Admiral."

"Uh...yes! Gunner...no, mention...ment...ment..."

"Forget it!" Yachalin resentfully gouged out the old subordinates he brought out with one hand, "I think you lacked eyesight and thick skin when you were on the Butterfly. Who knows that even if you are a senior member of the chamber of commerce, you are still so stupid. No eyesight!"

He turned around and shook Lorraine's captain's robe, clattering: "Golden Deer, shell all the way, keep going!"

The Golden Deer and Cupid, which were traveling side by side, turned around at the same time, one turned to the left and went straight to the north along the sandbar, and the other turned to the right, sticking to the seawall and heading south.

The side gun doors facing the safe harbor were opened at the same time, with exactly the same configuration. There were 10 18-pounder guns in the lower tier and 6 12-pounder guns in the upper tier.

An order to fire came faintly in the wind, and the cannons sounded!

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

A sky full of solid projectiles flew high into the sky, drew a thrilling arc, crossed a distance of nearly a thousand meters, and suddenly fell to the center of the haven bay.

There was a small transshipment boat that was unlucky enough to stay in the bombardment area, dumbfounded, watching the huge projectile fall, and hit the bow of the boat with a bang, smashing half of the boat to pieces!

boom!

Water splashed and surged for several meters.

The lame Romy and Zuanka looked at the wreck flying into the sky with their mouths open, and said in unison.

"Harry... Luah."

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