Three Hundred and Fifty Eighth King and King

The bow of the San Carlos, the upper deck of the forecastle...

In the military theory taught in the military academy, boarding battles are regarded as three independent and interrelated hand-to-hand combat battlefields only on the ship surface.

These three battlefields are the main deck which occupies at least half of the surface of the ship, the upper deck of the poop full of the command center and the upper deck of the forecastle which is close to the main deck.

The reason for this distinction is mainly the height difference.

According to the architectural standards of seagoing ships of this era, the forecastle was often one or two stories above the main deck, and the poop was two to three stories high. Even if the height of each floor is 2 meters, the height difference between the main deck and the upper deck is far beyond the reach of a sword.

However, each of the three battlefields has its own severity.

Generally speaking, the main deck is the core battlefield, and the largest number of human resources of both sides have been invested.

The stern building is the headquarters. Although its winding and narrow passageway is not suitable for offensive and defensive deployment, it is the winner and loser, and it is worth investing the most elite special attack force for it.

In contrast, the importance of the upper deck of the forecastle is very limited.

Its size is often only one-sixth of the surface of the whole ship, and its structure is relatively slender. The main facilities generally include bowsprit, cable piles and anchor winches. The hatches leading to the interior of the forecastle are not installed here, but Installed on the bulkhead adjoining the main deck.

It can be seen from this that once the battle is fought for the sake of joining the ship, the gains and losses on the upper deck of the forecastle are actually irrelevant. In conventional tactics, the general defender will take advantage of the terrain here to place a team of long-range firepower, and the attacker will carry out corresponding containment according to the number of defenders, that's all.

I don't know what kind of evil wind is blowing today, but Lorraine actually chose his battlefield here. Blackbeard also accepted the challenge generously, and stood opposite Lorraine with four elite pirates.

The king vs. king situation took shape without any obstacles, but the two sides did not intend to rush to war. They each leaned on the fence and watched the battle situation under their feet, and they could chat a little bit from time to time.

On the main deck, Chamuyam took the initiative for a while.

He seemed to have caught part of Leif's principle of judgment, cleverly sold a flaw to lure Leff to jump up and attack, then easily dodged, and threw his spear while flying back.

The spear pierced through the air, brushed against Leif's thigh, and drew a huge bloody gash on the outside of the leg.

Leif couldn't feel the pain in his body, but the injured muscles could no longer move as quickly as when they were intact. Chamuyam counterattacked with an ax in both hands, slashing with the ax like iron. War Machine pressed tightly behind the shield.

Lorraine clicked his tongue: "Your Highness, you Indian warrior..."

"Chamuyam, he is an obsidian-bladed warrior of the Aztec survivors. His status is similar to that of our Templar Knights. He is a warrior chosen from thousands of people to guard the Feathered Serpent Temple."

"You actually managed to abduct a Templar to kill and steal money for you?"

"Indigenous people." Blackbeard Lang laughed twice, "Their beliefs are different from God, and even the Templars don't have to abide by the Eight Rules of Knights. What's more, the Spaniards have already demolished the gods of the Tenochtites. Temple, although they insist on selecting obsidian-bladed warriors like their ancestors, the warriors have long lost the gods that let them guard."

"I see." Lorraine suddenly realized.

Blackbeard looked at Lorraine with interest: "It's you, young man, you are not an ordinary navy, are you? I really can't imagine how a young Spanish officer can get the allegiance of a Viking berserker.

"

"Probably because of God's favor?"

"You don't want to say?" Blackbeard raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter, no matter what your identity is, my target is not you. As long as...you are willing to hand over Marat."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lorraine feels that the black beard today seems to be much more talkative than a few days ago.

The problem is that he obviously risked his life to launch the boarding battle. If he took such a huge risk, if it was just for negotiation, then Blackbeard would consider his life too contemptuous.

Lorraine was puzzled.

"Your Highness, are you still here for..."

"I just killed Gonzalo de Oviedo, ransacked his study and bedroom, threatened his mistress to open the secret room, and found nothing. The explosion left Antonio de Torresias dead in the underground bunker After the explosion, I called the commander's mansion empty and turned it upside down to find two darkrooms, but still failed to do so."

"That means, if Torresias hadn't taken my stuff with him, it must have been with Marat."

"But it's not in his villa, whether it's the bedroom I explored last time or the study room that I failed to explore last time. Where would that thing be?"

Lorraine smiled softly: "You mean, what you want is in Major Marat's luggage, or even...on him?"

"I didn't imply anything, I just asked you to hand over Mara. Whether it is on him or not, I will judge in my own way."

"It seems that this is the ultimatum."

"It is indeed an ultimatum. Hand over Mara, or I will kill the entire ship and take Mara away myself."

Lorraine fell silent for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back her smile.

"You can't kill all the people on board." Lorraine pointed to the battle situation on the main deck, "Look, the Berserker is not stupid, he just reacts slowly, and he has already started to fight back."

Leif started to fight back.

In fact, it's not so much that he found a way to crack Chamuyam, it's more that he adapted to his injured leg and pushed Chamuyam's ax away with brute force.

Lorraine had personally experienced the difficulty of a berserker back then.

Not afraid of pain, not afraid of death, without fear, without thinking, he goes straight forward with great strength, seemingly stupid and predictable, but in fact there is no room for the opponent to play tricks at all.

Let you come from four directions, I will only go one way.

Leif shook the ax away with his shield on his head, kicked his uninjured left leg, and threw himself crookedly in front of Chamuyam, swinging his sword across.

Chamuyam could only retract his ax to block, but how could the Berserker's attack be blocked so easily?

The sharp edge strikes!

Hearing the jingle of fine iron, the seemingly slender Viking sword suddenly transmitted incomparable power, and it actually pressed the ax blade and sent Chamuyam flying from the ground.

The ground is the center of gravity and foundation of the fighter.

With both feet off the ground, Chamuyam suddenly lost the fulcrum of force, and the whole person flew obliquely with the swing, and smashed heavily on the mainmast with a bang.

He opened his mouth to spit out blood, and stood up while spitting blood, the wobbly and embarrassed figure ran two steps, Leif jumped over again, and slashed heavily at the place where he was lying down.

Chamuyam swung his ax back.

He used all his strength in this counterattack, but was still easily blocked by Leif with his shield.

"You can't break my shield...you can't break my shield!"

Leff howled, propped up his shield and launched a sprint. Chamuyam was in a short moment of stiffness after exerting all his strength. He could only watch as the cold light in Leff's hand flickered and pierced straight towards his heart.

Boom!

Leif's sword almost pierced Chamuyam's chest, but at the moment it touched, two pirates from the sailor group swooped down, barely knocking Leff away with his whole body, allowing the blade of the Uncrowned King to Grabbed Chamuyam's shoulder and stabbed empty.

Blood splash!

The piercing sword still left a deep bone wound on Chamuyam's shoulder, and blood gushed out like a fountain, Chamuyam clutched the wound and screamed.

At the critical moment, Lorraine suddenly heard a buzzing sound.

"Have you seen enough drama? Young man." Blackbeard leaned on the ground in disgust, with only bloodthirsty grimness remaining on his face, "Since you want to die loyally for Mara, I can fulfill you..."