Pirate Ship Spirit System

Not far from the outlet of Notes Island, four small warships from the West Sea Branch surrounded the Ault family's ships.

In comparison, the ships of the Ault family are larger, and the number of artillery and combat personnel are not inferior to those of the Navy. However, the navy's warships cooperate with each other tacitly, and are surrounded by all sides, which makes Aort The ship was attacked from the front and back, and after a short period of fighting, it was already showing a defeat.

On the deck, an old man with a slender figure but a head full of silver hair stood in the most dangerous battle zone.

He looked at some of the navy who had boarded the ship and were engaging in hand-to-hand combat with his subordinates. The swords were clashing with each other, mixed with the sound of gunfire and cannon, making bursts of clanging sounds of gold and iron.

The people on this ship were all people who had followed Old Ort's army for half his life. He stared at the deck intently, and familiar figures kept falling one by one in front of his eyes.

Finally, he pulled out the pistol stored at his waist, aimed at the people on the deck, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet whizzed past, hit the target, and blood spurted out.

One, two, three...

"Mr. Ault, it's too dangerous on the deck. Please return to the cabin quickly."

The old steward turned around with blood on his face and found that the old man had actually come to the battlefield in person. He couldn't help but recall the scene he saw when he returned to the lounge after notifying the entire ship that the ship was ready for battle.

Old Alter was leaning on the sofa, squinting his eyes. Even though he still exuded the air of a superior person who was not angry and proud, he was like an old lion, no longer able to show his claws.

Yes, sir, he is really old. He has plenty of heart but not enough strength.

When they were younger, there would probably be twice as many enemies, and they would be confident that they could break out of the encirclement, but now...

"Eugene, tell me the truth, what is our chance of winning?" Old Alter asked.

At this moment, suddenly, a navy soldier broke through the Mafia's interception and rushed in front of Old Alter.

"Damn pirate, suffer death!"

A ray of white light flashed down. Facing the navy's attack, Old Alter's eyes changed. He forced his body that was about to be buried in the ground to dodge the attack. Then he subconsciously waved his hand and pinched the navy's wrist, snatching away many of the blows. weapon and stabbed him back.

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted out and splashed on his body. It was the blood of the navy, but this still frightened Eugene who was standing beside him.

"Mr. Alter!"

The butler Eugene was shocked when he saw this, and wanted to yell and ask who had let the enemy in, but when he saw that the number of his own people around him was getting smaller and smaller, instead more and more people from the navy climbed onto the deck, he couldn't help but feel sad. Come.

"Mr. Alter, are you okay?"

"Whoops——, whoops——!"

Although Old Alter easily surrendered to the navy soldiers, he could not withstand the passage of time after all. His old physical strength could not support him to do too many strenuous exercises. At this time, he was overdrawn and breathing heavily, but he still said the same words. .

"Tell me, what is our chance of winning?"

"gentlemen......"

Eugene hesitated and couldn't bear to speak.

In fact, Old Ort himself didn't know that in all the battlefields he had been on for so many years, he had never been personally commanded. Why should he rely on a servant to judge the form?

But now, he just couldn't believe that he was going to end his life like this, and he eagerly wanted to hear a different answer from Eugene's mouth.

"Sir, I have someone prepare a boat. We will break out from behind and escort you away!"

Combatant Tim suddenly appeared, carrying a nearly two-meter-long mace with the blood of an unknown number of people mixed on it, turning the originally black appearance into a dark red color.

"Tim, you came at the right time. Take Mr. to a safe place quickly. I will control this place!"

When Eugene saw Tim coming, he immediately had a direction. After handing over Old Alter to him, he raised his weapon and threw himself into the frontline battle.

"Sir, we should go."

Tim reminded Old Alter again.

The latter's upright figure finally became rickety at that moment, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

"Tim, if our people surrounded the enemy like this, would you let the enemy leader leave in a small boat?"

Hearing this, Tim's honest face was stunned for a moment, but he said without hesitation, "I will protect you, sir, until the moment I die in battle!"

However...the situation is over and it doesn't matter anymore.

Old Oort finally admitted the fact and no longer wanted to fight feebly. He just recalled Eugene's words and looked at the sudden arrival of the navy around him. A person's face appeared in his mind.

Parson, the adopted son he had raised by his side when he was young, finally couldn't wait to kill him, so he resorted to the help of the navy to get him to that position earlier.

What a good son he is!

Just when the morale of all members of the Ault family was low and they were preparing to surrender, suddenly a roar of cannons was heard from the distant horizon.

Two cone-shaped cannonballs that were different from round cannonballs turned into two white lights and inserted straight into the two naval warships on the left and right sides.

Then there was a huge explosion, and the roaring flames swallowed up half of the hull of the ship. Almost in an instant, the situation of both sides of the battle was overturned.

The precise strikes and terrifying firepower caused the soldiers on the two warships to be torn into pieces by the huge shock wave before they even had time to scream.

"This is......"

The people of the Ault family were shocked and looked in the direction of the distant roar of artillery fire in disbelief, but saw nothing.

"It's a ship! A ship so far away!"

One person held up the telescope in his hand and searched for a while before he saw the figure of Hades.

I saw a cannon on the left and right sides of the ship. The two huge cannon muzzles were emitting thick smoke, but then a burst of white steam spurted out from the cannon holes.

The familiar roar came again, and two more cannonballs flashed a shining light in the sky, hitting the two heavily damaged warships with extremely precise accuracy.

"Boom" sound.

This time, the two small warships were directly blown into ruins by cannonballs.

The flames caused by the tearing of the explosion completely ignited the warship, and the contradiction between water and fire burned on the sea in such contrast.

"What is that! How can it be so far away...and have such accuracy and power..."

Two cannon fires and four shells sank two small naval warships.

Such a terrifying battle process undoubtedly left everyone present with a memory that will never be forgotten.