Extraordinary Sailing

I was already full of expectations for Boris' performance, and Ivan couldn't help but shine when he really saw the results.

talent!

Absolute talent!

In addition to his excellent gunnery training and command ability, this personal "ocean treasure" also made the attack power of the battleship immediately improved.

For Ivan, who suffers from the "phobia of insufficient firepower" in his bones, the attraction of this point can be imagined.

If Boris and his "Artillery Command Knife" can be kept, it will definitely be even more powerful for the "Storm Horn".

And Ivan learned in the previous conversation with Boris.

He has served in the two naval bases in the New World for at least 20 years, and he is familiar with all aspects of the New World. The sphere of influence, influential figures, customs, secret sects, important places and dangerous places of each family are all precious.

If it weren't for his arrogance and a bit of a cold temper, even if his own strength is just an ordinary formal knight, he wouldn't be a major at the age of 40.

Although he didn't want to say it himself, Ivan also guessed Boris' current situation or predicament under side-effects.

There are no relatives in the kingdom's hometown, his wife died young, and there is only a son who is seriously ill waiting for his care in Yuanfan collar of the Aimer family.

There's a good chance that's the main reason he's preparing to retire at the peak of his game.

Captain Aiwen, who didn't intervene much throughout the battle, stood on the stern tower, lowered his head and looked as if he saw the artillery expert through the deck.

"I have to think of a way to dispel his idea of ​​retiring. Let him stay with peace of mind and shine (dang) shine (niu) shine (zuo) heat (ma) for the 'Storm Horn'!"

But Ivan knew that the key to this problem was not on this ship, nor on Major Boris himself, but on the little Boris who was in the collar of the sail.

Temporarily suppressing thoughts, issued a new order:

"Bess, the air force is attacking!"

"clear!"

call out! call out! call out! call out!

Each of the six white seagulls held a red ball in their paws and quickly lifted off into the air, flying over the remaining three pirate ships in the blink of an eye.

He threw the red ball in his hand down with precision.

Bang——

The ball exploded and released a large piece of "sticky" dark red flames, adding fire to the three pirate ships that were already burning like tarsal maggots.

In order to cooperate with the current "Seabird Bomber" tactics, before this departure, both the ammunition bay of the "Storm Horn" and Ivan's "Magic Pocket" have been loaded with a large number of alchemy bombs by him.

Almost wiped out the inventory of the base for many years, which is enough to fight a few tough battles.

Aiwen's idea is very simple, you don't have to fight bayonets with others if you have air supremacy, isn't it a stick?

Especially when dealing with human surface targets, the aircraft carrier incarnated by the "Storm Horn" is definitely a nightmare for the enemy!

But applicable to different situations, the types of "bombs" are not the same. From alchemy bombs, various weird potions to

A red ball thrown down by a white seagull.

It was the masterpiece of the "School of Alchemy" that Aiwen purchased raw materials urgently after he was promoted to a full-time wizard, and made it on the ship - "Elf".

Anthony had used it once when he was fighting the "killer", and almost burned all the killers who were close to the peak of the second order to death.

The cost is not high and the power is huge, but the production process is too dangerous. Only official wizards have the qualifications and ability to produce.

This has also caused this powerful "incendiary bomb" with a cute name to not be as popular as the alchemy bomb, a large killer that can be assembled by apprentices or even trained ordinary people.

While the military considers power, production efficiency, stability and reliability are of course also important reference factors.

but.

Looking at the sailboat burning so fast that only the frame was left on the sea, Aiwen didn't completely relax.

Although there haven't been many naval battles with human superhumans recently, Ivan will not forget the navy's naval combat drills.

Although the ship was destroyed, most of the ordinary crew members must have been killed.

But extraordinary people are not necessarily.

The resistance of bullets in water is 800 times that of air. Modern rifles have a range of about 2,000 meters in air, but only two meters in water.

Of course, not to mention the spherical shells fired by smoothbore guns, they have almost no lethality after entering the water.

So, in the artillery battle on the sea.

If there is nothing to be done, the extraordinary person on the ship will directly abandon his pirate ship and crew and hide in the water, and there is a very high chance of surviving.

Then Aiwen ordered:

"All gun crews on the main deck, load grape shells! Add chocks!"

The artillerymen on the two battleships quickly used levers to pry up the tail of the gun and stuffed it into the triangular wooden spacer, so that the muzzle was lowered towards the sea.

"Bosun! The marines are ready!"

huh huh

Amidst the footsteps like running water, the sailors with muskets were already lining up on both sides of the battleship where the enemy was most likely to be attacked from the sea.

Then the two battleships approached the direction where the pirate fleet was originally staying, one from the left and the other from the right, aiming to kill any fish that slipped through the net.

Of course, the two battleships can also turn around and leave.

There is no land and no fresh water in the far sea area, even if there are sporadic survivors, it is very likely that they will drown in the sea.

But in the world where mighty power belongs to itself, everything is possible.

For example, Jasmine, the navigator of the "Golden Horn Deer", "Tide Messenger", has the ability to survive alone in the open sea, and it is not safe to rely on the sea to kill a transcendent.

"Bah! Damn navy, my fifth-tier ship!"

The captain of the "Sturgeon" pirate ship, Jobli, judged from his experience that at least two battleships were ambushing him. After that, he decisively abandoned his pirate ship and jumped directly into the sea with a few excited pirate cadres.

but.

Sure enough, there were only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

Even at this juncture, what "Greedy" Jobbury loves most is the fifth-tier ship belonging to "The Butcher" Mallory.

Beside him, several other survivors sensed that the shelling had ceased and resurfaced.

The Anuma captain "Ghoul" Moprati and his three fellows with the same dark skin, and the "butcher" Mallory who was still drunk after being alone in the water for so long.

"Hehe, battleships and companions are really unreliable."

The bloodshot eyes tried to open and glanced around, then muttered something with a strange smile.

I don't know where his joke is.

even.

He didn't care at all about the side face that was scraped off a layer of flesh and blood because of his unresponsiveness from drinking too much.

His mind is elusive, making everyone keep Mallory at arm's length.

at this time.

Including the two surviving pirate cadres of the "Sturgeon", there are only eight people left in the pirate fleet who can still surface and rendezvous.

"I don't know if the navy has left, not even a longboat left, it's impossible to keep floating at sea without fresh water and food.

And staying alone with these two weird guys, I'm afraid it will be dangerous. "

Jobrey, who considers himself a normal person, soon realized that compared with the fifth-tier ship that slowly burned into an empty shell and began to sink, what he needed to care about was actually the issue of survival.

Especially when one of these companions is hungry, or when someone is mad and has no wine, you need to be more careful.

"Wait! They haven't left yet, let's hurry up"

The sight was blocked, but the supernatural beings' senses still allowed them to hear the sound of the water approaching by the behemoth.

boom--!

Before they could react, after the roar of the artillery, a large pile of grape shells had been smashed down.

Boris fired the cannon himself, completely surrounding them in the center of the shotgun, and even the superhumans couldn't get out.

call out! call out! call out! call out!

After the spray subsided, there were four or five battered corpses floating quietly in place, and the thick blood stained a large area of ​​sea water.

"Solve it?"

The voice just fell.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were three sounds of breaking water, and three figures emerged from the other side of the "Storm Horn" within easy reach. They climbed up the bulwark without any tools, and raided the battleship!

It was the three extraordinary men who used the bodies of their subordinates to ward off disasters and escape back to the water in time.

but.

Even if the means of surviving are inferior, the three of them are not unscathed.

Among them, the "butcher" Mallory, who has no men to block shotguns, is the worst. Half of his body is embedded with bullets like a hornet's nest, but most of them are stuck by the tough muscles and bones and cannot penetrate. offal.

The other two were also injured by shotgun shells to varying degrees, and their bloody appearance looked really miserable.

boom--

Slam into the sea and jump with both feet.

In mid-air, the "Ghoul" Moprati, who was in the best condition, covered in pitch black, had already completed his preparations for battle.

He pricked his finger with a dagger and dripped blood on a yellow cloth doll hanging from its neck by a red string.

Then he slapped it hard on his chest.

Boom!

A gust of cold wind blew past, and the puppet seemed to be half embedded in Moprati's chest as if it had faded away.

The black emblem belonging to Ogun, the "God of Fire and Iron Politics and War" on the yellow doll's forehead instantly lit up.

Moprati's chest, which was originally as black as a wall of cast iron, turned into a translucent blue, and even the beating heart and the constantly expanding and contracting lungs could be seen clearly.

This is the unique profession in the "Vodoo" to which it belongs [Psychic Warrior! 】

Clang——

The traditional weapon "Baya Sword" of the Anuma on the waist is unsheathed!

Licking the blade with his tongue dyed black, Moprati showed a bloodthirsty smile, as if what he was going to was not a battlefield, but a luxurious banquet for him to feast on!