Shadow of great britain

While there was laughter on the Black Thorn, the deck of the Berger was still busy.

While observing the trajectory of the Barbary pirate ship with a telescope, Colonel Fitzroy ordered the adjustment of gun positions.

"Calibration! Elevation angle 30, east-south 15 degrees, four rounds, salvo!"

Only the roar of cannons was heard, and a splash of water rose on the sea. The Barbary pirate ship was shot in two places, but the damage was all above the waterline, which did not affect their mobility.

But the Beagle's shelling ended, and the Barbary pirates' revenge soon came.

They displayed six volleys of guns and fired fiercely at the Beagle.

There was only a roar, wood chips flying on the deck, and smoke flying everywhere.

Elder lay on the ground and covered his head. After a long time, he got up and spat out the wood stubble in his mouth. He cursed: "These sons of bitches have the guts to come up and pick up the ship! Bullying them with superior firepower." What a human being!”

Darwin also wiped the ash from his face and muttered: "Elder, that's not what you said when we bombarded the Blackthorn just now! Didn't you say that firepower is justice?"

Elder glared, picked up the musket at hand and pushed it forward. He cursed: "Charles, who are you from? Our superiority in firepower is of course justice. Others' superiority in firepower is to use the strong to bully the weak. Of course I want to Protest!"

Perhaps the Barbary pirates saw the billowing white smoke rising from the Black Thorn. After several rounds of shelling on the Beagle, they finally couldn't help but get closer and planned to use their numerical advantage to rescue the Black Thorn.

However, when the pirate ship had just shortened the distance from the Beagle, the sailors on the two ships couldn't wait to raise their muskets to attack each other.

Under the orders of the Barbary pirate captains Ahmed and Colonel Fitzroy, both ships furled their sails and sailed in parallel at almost a stationary speed.

After completing a round of shooting, the sailors from both sides threw their guns to the ground.

Subsequently, several springboards were set up between the two ships. The Barbary pirates drew their scimitars from their waists and rushed to the deck of the Beagle, shouting 'Allah Akbar' (God is greatest).

The sailors of the Beagle also drew their swords from their waists and shouted "God wills it" to catch the opponent's impact.

Agares, who was pacing on the deck of the Black Thorn, saw this scene and couldn't help but wrinkled his nose and shook his head: "We all believe in a god, so why bother? Besides, He can't control it." You guys, you might as well shout my name, at least I can give you some response."

However, the two parties obviously could not hear the Red Devil's sigh, and almost instantly, the deck of the Beagle was covered with blood.

Almost everyone joined the battle. Even the nine-year-old waiter picked up his sailor sword and used all his strength to cooperate with several of his friends to besiege a Barbary pirate.

Elder also had a sword fight with a pirate at this time, but his arm strength was obviously not as good as the other's, and even his stance was not as stable as the other's.

The pirate raised his foot and kicked Elder's ankle, causing him to stagger. Taking advantage of his unstable center of gravity, the pirate instantly sat on him, raised his knife and prepared to kill him.

In desperation, Master Elder pushed his right knee forward. Although he failed to kick the pirate away, he was hit hard on his private parts.

The pirate was in pain for a moment, and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground.

Elder quickly swatted the scimitar away with his quick eyes and hands, then lay on the ground and strangled the pirate's neck with all his strength.

The pirate also gritted his teeth and endured the pain as he strangled Elder's neck.

The two sides were in a stalemate without letting go. Seeing that both of their faces were turning blue, from the corner of Elder's eyes, he saw a person holding a person on the mast in front of him. It was the man who claimed to be a little bleeding. Former surgeon Charles Darwin.

Elder roared and cursed: "Charles, why don't you come and help me? Look at your skills, you still have the nerve to say that you are not related to monkeys!"

Darwin's head was a little dizzy, but as soon as he heard this, he jumped up angrily and hit the Barbary pirate heavily on the back from the mast.

The pirate spat out a mouthful of blood, smearing Elder's face.

Just when Elder breathed a sigh of relief and was about to praise Darwin, he saw Darwin angrily pointing his middle finger at him.

"Elder, you can question my courage, but you can't doubt that I have anything to do with monkeys without any evidence! You are not only insulting me, but also insulting Lamarckism!"

Elder covered his neck and shook his head: "Thank God, thanks to the monkeys, and even more thanks to Lamarckism. They saved my life!"

Just as the sailors were engaged in a bitter battle, they heard a burst of gunfire behind them. Seven or eight Barbary pirates were shot in an instant and fell to the ground one after another, clutching their chests.

They looked back and saw the returning Marines and Arthur standing on the springboard with his arms raised and his gun raised.

Arthur straightened his sailor's hat slightly, raised the muzzle of his gun, and blew away the pale white smoke.

"call……"

The smoke gradually faded, and what appeared behind Arthur, in addition to the marines, were groups of black figures. They were countless, angry, liberated people on the Black Thorn, armed with various weapons. Indentured slave.

When the Barbary pirates saw this situation, they knew that the situation was over. Captain Ahmed put two fingers into his mouth and blew the whistle for retreat.

He shouted in Arabic: "This deal is ruined, let's withdraw!"

They want to withdraw, but the sailors on the Beagle may not want to let them go.

Colonel Fitzroy kicked the pirate in front of him, then raised his arms and shouted: "Counterattack across the board!"

Tom and Tony pulled out their muskets and shot at the pirates who were retreating towards the gangplank: "For justice and justice!"

At the same time, the voices of the sailors charging were heard on the Beagle: "For Nelson!"

Alexandre Dumas, who followed Arthur to the Beagle, also picked up the flintlock pistol Arthur gave him and fired violently: "The Irish represent the highest level of intelligence in Britain!"

When the sailors, who were originally passionate, heard this, they felt a surge of anger rising to the top of their heads. Even Captain Fitzroy couldn't help but roared: "Damn it! What son of a bitch pirate shouted that?" ? I think they don’t want to live anymore! Kill them all!"

Under the attack of the sailors one after another, the Barbary pirates retreated steadily.

Seeing that the angry sailors and indentured slaves were about to chase them along the gangplank, the pirate leader Ahmed had to order: "We can't wait any longer, remove the gangplank, and let's retreat!"

Under his order, the pirate ship reopened its sails, and under the influence of the monsoon wind, it quickly distanced itself from the Beagle.

The springboard lost its support, and the Barbary pirates who were still standing on the springboard fell into the sea one after another, splashing in the waves and shouting in terror for help.

Colonel Fitzroy waved his sword and roared an order: "Fire! Don't let them live!!!"

With an order, the Beagle's bow cannon fired in unison.

Several shells instantly hit the cabin of the pirate ship, but unfortunately they did not break the sails that powered them.

Colonel Fitzroy looked at the ship full of Congreve rocket launchers and gritted his teeth angrily: "If I had known, I would have kept some as backup!"

He wanted to order a pursuit, but turned around and saw the damaged sails and a toppled mast of the Beagle. He sighed reluctantly.

"Alas! What a pity, we had a chance to capture two ships! These Barbary pirates actually dare to insult the intelligence level of us, who are the only Irish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Arthur walking towards him with a bloody towel.

The battle was so fierce that Arthur's arms and arms were covered with blood, and his palms were so slippery that he couldn't even hold things.

Arthur looked at Colonel Fitzroy, who looked dissatisfied, and said, "Mr. Colonel, you don't have to worry, those pirates are dead."

"How did you know?"

Arthur wiped his hands, then took out the telescope from his arms and handed it over. He pointed to the sea ahead and said, "Look over there."

Colonel Fitzroy took the telescope and looked up, only to find several black spots on the sea ahead.

As the black spot got closer, he could clearly see the bow flags hanging on those ships.

At the top is the Navy Headquarters flag with three gold anchors on a bright red background.

Hanging below it is a red cross on a white background with a rice symbol in the upper left corner, symbolizing the white flag of the Royal Navy's frontline troops.

Next is the squadron flag symbolizing the English Channel Fleet and the swallowtail-shaped squadron command flag with a white background and red edges.

But these flags were not what Colonel Fitzroy cared about most. The focus of his attention fell entirely on the special flag with a small red sun on the St. George flag that was fluttering in the wind.

That is the flag that symbolizes the rank of the highest commander of the fleet to which it belongs.

As the ship gradually approached, Colonel Fitzroy also saw clearly which behemoths of the Royal Navy were coming.

Channel Fleet's 74-gun third-class battleship HMS Glasgow, Channel Fleet's 98-gun second-class battleship HMS Reckless, and Channel Fleet flagship 114-gun first-class battleship HMS Conqueror.

Colonel Fitzroy exhaled slightly. This information was enough for him to realize which big boss of the Royal Navy was on the ship in the sea opposite him at this time.

Admiral Edward Codrington, Commander-in-Chief of the Channel Fleet directly under the Admiralty of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Royal Navy White Flag Vice-Admiral.

At this time, some knowledgeable sailors had already grinned, while Colonel Fitzroy couldn't help but make a sign of the cross on his chest with his fingers.

"Why do you think these pirates are needed? General Codrington has some complicated grudges with the Ottoman Empire. If it falls into his hands, it would be better to surrender to me directly."

At the far end of the sea, a navy admiral with a silver-white curly wig, a boat-shaped hat on his head, and three shining round sun star epaulettes on his shoulders, wearing a red and black uniform and white trousers, with a cold expression on his face, is crossing his hands. The hilt of a long sword standing on the deck was stacked on top, sitting on the crimson velvet seat at the bow of the ship.

The salty sea breeze blew over the side of his face, lifting up his silver wig.

The veteran stood up and raised his right hand slightly.

When the messenger behind him saw it, he immediately shouted at the top of his voice, "To Your Station!"

Soon, there was a roar on the sea and the sound of the cannon cover being lifted.

From top to bottom, naval guns of various calibers were pushed out one by one, including 12-pound, 24-pound, 32-pound and the largest caliber 68-pound. The black muzzles densely filled the 114 gun emplacements.

As a gust of sea breeze blew through his sleeves, he waved his raised right hand down lightly.

"Fire!!!!!"

Only a rumble of lightning and thunderous thunder was heard.

A burst of white fog that was so thick that it could not be dissolved instantly rose from the distant sea, like the mysterious cloud curtain of the Bermuda Triangle, completely swallowing the pirate ship into the unknown.

As a strong wind blew, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the sea remained calm. There was nothing there, as if there was nothing there in the first place.

However, there are only a few floating wooden boards that remind people that there may have been something here.