Pirates to the top

On the deck, one by one the pirates adjusted the position of the muzzle of the gun facing the beach, and one by one the brushes cleaned the propellant residue in the gun barrel.

When everything was ready, the observer who had been holding the telescope waved his hand.

"fire"

Silas, who was running wildly with Henry on his back, suddenly turned his head and looked at the sea in the distance.

"Bang bang bang" After three loud noises in a row, three scorching fireballs were launched from a sea ship.

"Oops" Silas didn't have time to think too much, and hurriedly lay on the ground with Henry.

"boom boom"

Although in the Grand Line, both the navy and pirates always laughed at the 6-pounder cannon as a mosquito cannon, and hitting some slightly stronger targets was like tickling a mosquito.

But in all four seas, the 6-pound gun, a low-power, high-firing muzzleloader gun, still has a suppressive power that cannot be underestimated, especially for soft targets and ships with weak armor plates. The destructive power caused per unit time is no more than that of a 9-pound gun. Where can the artillery go?

At this time, three high-speed cannonballs hit the shore accurately, causing explosions and shrapnel that made Silas, who was tightly protecting Henry, unable to raise his head.

"continue"

Cannonballs were loaded into the barrel again, but this time there were six in total.

"Boom"

"Damn it, let me go!" Phillips looked at the two people who were constantly being bombarded, and his eyes were bursting with tears. He yelled at Jack who was holding him down.

"Quiet down, what can you do if you rush forward now? Does Cannonball know you and turn around when he sees you?"

"Stay here quietly. If anyone wants to go out, it will cause chaos to Silas."

Valpo and Monet, who had already walked out, could only look anxiously into the distance, while Phillips gradually became quiet after his attempts to no avail.

"If something happens to them, I won't let you go."

Jack didn't seem to hear him, and instead said to Monet: "Monet, go get bandages and fresh water now."

After hearing this, Monet nodded and went back in.

In the distance, the shells once again landed on the beach.

More destructive than the previous salvo, the astonishing explosion exploded the rocks on the slope and sprayed them in all directions.

Small pieces of rock hit Silas's back, which was protecting Henry.

"Yeah" he clenched his fists, and with a painful look on his face, he knew he couldn't go on like this, otherwise they both would die on the beach.

Feeling the gunfire gradually calm down, Silas knew that this round of shooting was over.

"We must get out of here while the next shooting is open." Silas picked up Henry and was ready to go. When the last cannon shot ended, he quickly ran towards the cave.

"Hurry up"

At this time, Silas's back was already bleeding, and his breathing was getting faster and faster, but his pace did not slow down at all, but became faster and faster.

Finally, when the third round of cannon fire started, Silas finally came outside the cave.Jack also let go of Phillips, and the two of them stepped outside.Phillips caught Henry handed over by Silas, and Jack quickly supported Silas who almost fell.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked thoughtfully, looking at Silas, whose face was gradually turning blue.

Silas just shook his head; look at Henry, he's badly hurt."

"Henry, what's wrong with you?" Monet, who had just brought gauze and fresh water, saw Henry covered in blood and immediately rushed over.

Phillips turned to look at Jack.

"Don't think blindly. Henry was injured before he was brought here. Check his injuries quickly." Silas, who was leaning on the rock wall, thought for a moment and understood what had happened to the impulsive Phillips and Jack.

Monet wetted the bandage with fresh water, carefully wiped away the foreign matter near Henry's wound, and gently untied the cloth that Silas had simply bandaged.

"How could such a serious wound be like this?" Monet looked at the hideous wound that was still bleeding. He hurriedly wrapped the wound with a bandage, but the blood still seeped out. After a while, the bandage was wet, and the white Dye bright red.

"What should I do, what should I do?" Monet kept asking Silas for help in a crying tone.

"The bleeding couldn't stop at all. Monet's eyes were filled with tears and her hands were shaking. She was afraid that Henry would eventually die from excessive blood loss. He desperately pressed Henry's wound with his hands, but it didn't work at all.

Silas' complexion was already turning a lot of blue at this time, and his breathing was getting faster and faster.But he still looked at Henry's wound and said: "No, this kind of wound must be sutured. Damn it, this is the time."

"What should we do? What should we do?" Phillips walked around, getting more and more emotional.

"Valpo, go get the gunpowder from the sampan." Jack took off his coat and came to Henry's side.

Valpo glanced at Silas, who nodded.

After a while, Silas took out a cowhide bag containing finely divided black gunpowder.

When Phillips saw this, he looked at Jack and asked hurriedly: "Jack, do you have a way to save Henry?"

Jack nodded; I can't guarantee it, but at least it can help him stop the wound so that he won't die from excessive bleeding or infection.

With that said, he took the cowhide bag handed by Valpo, took out a handful of black powder, and sprinkled it evenly on Henry's wound, not too much or too little.He wanted to use the high temperature instantly ignited by gunpowder to carbonize Henry's wound and at the same time kill the bacteria on the surface of the wound to avoid the risk of future infection.

After striking the match and taking a deep breath, Jack instantly ignited the gunpowder in Henry's abdomen, and instantly a burning smell came out along with the rising orange flame.

"Uh-huh," Henry, who fell into a coma, groaned instinctively due to the pain.

The flames came and went quickly, and were completely extinguished in a few seconds.Henry's wound was completely charred and carbonized, but fortunately it was no longer bleeding.

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Jack followed the same example and "sutured" Henry's other larger wounds. For the smaller wounds, Monet washed them with water, wiped them with spirits, and wrapped them with bandages.

"Okay, the bleeding has stopped for the time being. We can only look at Henry himself later." Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead, which showed how much pressure he had just endured.

"But we still have a bigger problem to deal with." Silas looked weakly outside the cave and smiled bitterly.

At this time, the sound of cannons continued on the coast outside the cave. On the Bergen Oli, the gunners had already poured half of the shells onto the shore, but the observer had no intention of stopping.

"Keep firing and stop after 10 minutes."

He does not seek merit in everything, but seeks no faults. He is cautious and does not want to miss anyone.

Cannonballs landed on the shore one after another, and some hit just above the cave.

Dust and stones kept falling, and everyone in the cave seemed to be at a dead end.If you go out, you will be exposed to the muzzle of the gun and narrowly escape death.If we don't get out, at this frequency of attacks, the cave will probably be unable to support itself and collapse.