Reborn As a Pirate

At 3:35 p.m. on July 21, 1786, the southeast intersection of the extension line of the base of Wai Rust Island.

3 minutes ago, the first fleet of Cotton Jack and Bloody Mary were locked on the surface of the sea, and the masters stranded on the Valkyrie left the ship, and the [Justice Parade] officially started.

Emmons walked all the way to the poop of the Neptune and knocked on Shaq's hatch.

Enter. There was a muffled approval from the cabin.

Emmons tidied up his military appearance, pushed the door open and entered: General, I'm back.

Valkyrie...my stupid brother is going to be a hero again? Shaq looked at the porthole with an unhappy expression, and the Valkyrie was sailing away outside the window, Use the damaged Valkyrie single ship to chase the whole A fleet of pirates, looks like he's tired of living.

Emmons tried his best to suppress a smile: It seems to me that the president is living a happy life, general.

Have a good time? Shaq chewed on the tease. That is to say, he has a plan.

Mr. President originally planned to watch from the sidelines during this pirate attack on the island, but unfortunately, the survivors of the Morgan family sent news and location of the hijacking of the Fury.

He who doesn't know this information can certainly be contented. Even if the design is lost in the end, no one will complain about his position.

But after knowing this information, he must deal with it. Otherwise, once the news spreads, his negativity will easily be interpreted by interested people as Drake sitting back and watching the interests of Great Britain being damaged. On this judgment, I agree with him.

Shaq raised his eyebrows, his face remained calm: He intends to fight to the end for those who have a heart?

Fighting to the end is perfunctory. This may be the choice of most nobles, but Mr. President, your brother, based on what you know about him, will he really sit back and watch the action fail?

So what is he going to do?

Time is limited, and his adaptability has amazed his subordinates.

Emmons seized the dogleg opportunity as always, and felt the purest and simplest happiness under Shaq's calm expression as always.

His plan is replacement.

Replacement?

Replace the first formation he left on the North Shore with the slow but dominant Neptune and Rurik, assemble as much of Drake's high-speed formation as possible, and pursue and capture Cotton Jack.

A little smile finally appeared on Shaq's face.

So, the next thing we have to deal with is the pirates staying near the island?

The 12 ships of the Viking Pirates Group and the 15 ships of the Cotton Jack Pirates' Second Fleet are distributed in the waters northwest of the island. Among them, the Vikings are fighting with Drake's first formation.

Expulsion, replacement... Shaq stood up and thought for a moment, Tell Lieutenant Colonel Amani, break in from the center of the battlefield, combat readiness level two.

Yes! Emmons thumped his chest.

The work of reporting should be over. After all, the task left to Neptune is arduous, but not complicated.

But Emmons did not rush to deliver the order. He stood there with a hesitant expression, hesitant to speak.

Shaq's brows that had just been stretched were frowned again: Is there anything else, Brigadier General Emmons. You should know that I hope we can intervene in the battle as soon as possible.

I understand, General. Emmons hesitated for a while, Before disembarking, Mr. President also said something, I don't know whether I should convey it truthfully...

My stupid brother...could it be some kind of provocation that is beyond his control?

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Not like it. Emmons recalled, He said, there are monsters on the Vikings' flagship Erickson, if you don't live enough, stay away from her.

Shaq was silent for a while: He thinks that monster has the ability to threaten the Neptune with 800 people on board?

My subordinates don't know. Emmons replied honestly, Combined with the scene when we disembarked, I don't even know if this was told to us.

Is it……

Shaq groaned and paced in the cabin, one lap, two laps, three laps.

Tell Lieutenant Colonel Amani that all the twelve-pounders on the upper level are loaded with shotguns for battle, and the command authority goes up to me. Without my order, the twelve-pounders are not allowed to be used.

Don't use twelve pounds? Shaq's aggressiveness far exceeded Emmons' expectations. General, today is a stormy day, and the lower gun bay cannot be opened during mobile warfare. If the upper gun bay is removed...

That's something Neptune needs to consider. It's a headache for Lieutenant Colonel Amani, not yours. Shaq said coldly, What's more, even if you lose the upper and lower gun bays, Neptune still has 32 gun bays. Fourteen pounds, two sixty-eight-pounder mortars, and a total of fourteen twelve-pounder fore and aft guns. I don't think Neptune's firepower is enough to deal with a mere group of pirates.

Sealing the entire upper deck just because of a good brother's words, I think it's just a group of pirates... Emmons suddenly smelled a murderous aura, stopped his mouth, and stood at attention, Yes, general! The enemy is just a group of pirates. Incompetent pirates, with mid-deck and stern guns allowed, our battles will be as easy as an outing!

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Pier 29.

To the north there was billowing smoke, which was the death cry of the French Navy's Brig.

The mourning was so intense that the thick smoke in the sky was blown away by the strong south wind, covering a corner of Wai Rust, covering up the traces of the real mourning at Pier 29.

On a rocky cliff, wisps of smoke, from time to time, a figure running on all fours appeared, causing one or two loose gunshots, and then fell down, motionless.

Pavlomy looked on in despair.

He was standing on the edge of the jungle with a cane, and there were bloodstains and wounds on his body from the breakout. He did a simple bandage in Lorraine, but he did not change the torn dress.

Royerry ran up holding a new suit, and whispered, Captain, the wind has gotten stronger.

The wind has been strong today. Pavlomy unfolded the dress and draped it over his shoulders, Which number is this?

The 142nd, Royery replied. Seventy-nine surrendered. They were sent to the docks for disposal.

Let's attack. I didn't expect the French to be so stubborn. There is not much time left for us.

Time means...

Pavlomy raised his finger and pointed to the southwest: Bai Banner's preparations are much more adequate than we imagined. The first formation he had buried in advance was fighting Bonnet in the north. In the south, the first-class ship Neptune of Great Britain suddenly Appeared and smashed the siege of Haven.

Henry, the hound with high hopes, was completely wiped out, and the damage caused to Valkyrie was much lower than expected. We lured Cotton Jack to set up an escape trap according to the original plan, but he didn't know that what he was going to strangle was not what he expected A half-mutilated Valkyrie, but a whole fleet of lively high-speed fleets.

Royer's expression tightened: The Neptune...why...

Because the Drake Brothers fooled the world with their superb acting skills.

Pavlomy laughed, covered his face, and laughed heartily like a wolf.

Fortunately, killing Bai Banner is not the primary goal today. Henry the Hound, Cotton Jack, and Bonnet the Viking, these idiots will die as soon as they die, and they won't have any impact on our plan.

The only trouble is that Bai Banner's strength is too rich compared to the cotton cloth regiment's first fleet. He is so rich that while chasing the cotton cloth, he can spare enough power to pacify the island.

The chaos is coming to an end. If we don't deal with our handles quickly, we will eventually be exposed to the broad daylight. This is the worst situation.

I understand! Royer finally understood the seriousness of the problem, I will take care of everything within 30 minutes, and I will never let the painstaking efforts of the team leader go to waste!

Pavlomy nodded numbly: I trust you, dear, the only one I can trust... is you.