Shadow of great britain

"Musket, volley!"

As the Marines on the Beagle rushed onto the gangplank, the musketeers guarding the Beagle decisively opened fire to cover their companions in the boarding battle.

As the first person to board the Black Thorn's deck, Arthur tore holes in the deck for the Marines like an ax gun.

The Marine commander kicked the enemy in front of him, then drew his machete and ended his life. The blood spurted from the enemy's mouth was all over his face.

The commander wiped the blood from his face, then glanced in Arthur's direction, and couldn't help grinning.

"Good boy, he is indeed capable! The Marines obey my orders! Protect his wings and create one-on-one opportunities for Officer Hastings as much as possible!"

In front of Arthur stood a tall, muscular, bare-chested man. He was the first mate of the Black Thorn. He looked at his comrades who were wailing and falling beside him. He couldn't figure out how his opponent managed to survive in that moment. Arriving here like a butterfly passing through flowers.

There was sweat on his forehead, but he still wanted to show Arthur his toughness.

He spat out loudly, picked up the big sword that fell to the ground, and said, "Boy, I advise you to go back now. Do you know who I am? I once followed Jane Ra Fit', have you heard of his name?"

Arthur nodded: "Of course I've heard of it. Because this pirate leader betrayed the Atlantic Fleet's navigation information to the Americans in the 1812 naval battle, the British government and the Admiralty offered a reward of thirty thousand pounds for his life."

The first mate heard the words and said proudly: "It's good that you know. Get out of here immediately, sir. If you refuse, I can't guarantee what will happen next."

"Although you are just a little brat who followed him, but if I hand over your ears..."

Arthur smiled slightly, staggered half a step between his front and rear legs, held the sword between his eyebrows in both hands, and assumed a standard window stance.

"I'm afraid I can still make a small fortune, right?"

"Damn you...I think you're toasting me instead of eating and I'm going to drink as a penalty!"

Perhaps because of fear, or perhaps because of the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air, the big man suddenly roared. His arm was full of veins, and he raised the heavy sword in his hand and slammed it at Arthur with the force of a mountain. Go down.

Arthur did not dodge when he saw this. He raised his sword upwards and held it horizontally above his head. It seemed as if he was planning to confront the big man head-on.

But when the two swords came into contact, only a crisp 'ding' was heard. Arthur's wrist deviated forty-five degrees like a flexible snake head, and then his body and the officer's sword in his hand moved. It shifts to the right like a gentle sea breeze.

This tiny movement allowed Arthur's body to avoid the big man's full blow, while the sword in his hand struck diagonally at a 45-degree turning angle.

It was too late for the big man to dodge at this time. In panic, he wanted to take back the sword that hit the deck. However, only then did he realize that Arthur's left arm had clamped his right wrist.

In desperation, he had no choice but to let go of his left hand and raise his muscular left arm to try to block the blow coming towards his face.

However, at the same time as he changed his moves, Arthur also changed his moves. He retracted his sword slightly, then changed from chopping to stabbing, and pierced his back with one sword.

The heartbreaking pain hit the big man's brain. He couldn't help but loosen his hand suddenly. He only heard a choking sound and the big sword fell to the ground.

But he still didn't intend to give up resistance after a flash of consciousness. He raised his left hand like a leaf fan and strangled Arthur's neck tightly. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he let out a cry with a large amount of blood in his mouth. A roar that could shake the entire Blackthorn.

"You brat, I want your life!!!!"

However, at the same moment when he grabbed Arthur's neck, Arthur also moved.

Arthur's face was slightly blue due to lack of oxygen. He held the first mate's right hand in one hand, and the other hand held the officer's sword that pierced the first mate's heart.

But this does not mean that as the master of 'Fiore Flow', he has exhausted all weapons. Arthur's shoulders sank suddenly, and then hit forward like steel. There was a bang, and the first mate's chest It is visible to the naked eye that it is concave inwards.

But even so, the first mate still used his last bit of strength to remain in a stalemate with Arthur.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is like a wrestling match between a male lion and an African elephant. The first mate leaned forward, bent his feet, kicked hard on the ground, and tried his best to withstand Arthur's impact.

However, the deck stained with blood and salty seawater could not produce enough friction to stop Arthur's progress.

"Ah ah!!!!!!!!!"

Only a loud shout from Arthur was heard. On the smoke-filled deck of the Black Thorn, everyone saw Arthur pushing forward like a cannonball against the first mate of the Black Thorn, who was a full circle bigger than him.

This journey was unstoppable. He not only pushed the first mate, but also knocked all the Black Thorn sailors blocking the first mate to the ground like a flash flood.

There was only a thud, and the first mate's back hit the guardrail of the Black Thorn. Arthur looked at his bulging eyes, raised the corners of his bloody mouth, smiled and whispered in the first mate's ear.

"Goodbye, idiot!"

He suddenly kicked the first mate in the abdomen. There was only a sound of wood breaking, and the first mate's body fell into the sea together with the broken guardrail.

When the Marines on the Beagle saw this scene, they couldn't help but burst into an astonishing cheer as they were trapped in a bitter battle due to their numerical disadvantage.

"Arthur Hastings, awesome!!!"

Agares stood on the broken mast and looked down at Arthur's movements. Even he couldn't help but write down a few strokes on the parchment, then nodded slightly and praised: "Arthur, Brilliant!"

At this time, Elder was excited about Arthur's performance on the Beagle. He pulled a gunner beside him and shook him: "Did you see it? Did you fucking see it? That's my good brother!" "

Colonel Fitzroy was also observing all this with a telescope. He couldn't help but put down the telescope and shook his head. Then he sighed and said to Elder beside him: "To be honest, Elder, I am now I’m starting to regret it a little bit.”

Elder looked happy, and he punched Colonel Fitzroy in the chest: "Mr. Colonel, what do you regret? With such outstanding results, if I were you, it would be too late to be happy!"

The colonel didn't care about his rudeness. He just smiled bitterly and said: "I regret not listening to you. If I had known that he had this ability, I should not have listened to the admiralty's order to prevent him from boarding the ship. Thomas. Admiral Hardy probably never imagined that the Royal Navy might miss such a brave and capable admiral because of his whim."

The elderly navigator on the side also smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin: "Looking at this young man, I can't help but think of an old acquaintance."

Hearing this, Elder asked curiously: "Who are you talking about?"

The old navigator narrowed his eyes and whistled, then raised his wooden arm and pointed at Arthur.

"Who else could it be? The captain of HMS Sovereign, the deputy flagship of the Royal Navy in the Battle of Trafalgar. He was the fearless warrior who pioneered the way and was the first to engage the enemy throughout the battle. He was an expert in dogfighting who was good at using small and broad-minded people. He was defeated by four ships. The indomitable warrior who was besieged by the battleships of the Franco-Spanish fleet but still stood firm, the victor who captured the Spanish Navy's giant first-class battleship 'Santa Anna', and one of the four people who enjoyed the highest honor of carrying General Nelson's coffin. The whole history of Great Britain The best broadside fighting general, at the same time, is also the most notorious maritime tyrant in the entire Royal Navy..."

When Colonel Fitzroy heard this, he couldn't help but look at Arthur with a smile and said: "I also saw his shadow in that young man, so I guess you must be talking about your old boss, Edward. General Rotherham."