Elvin was already looking forward to Boris' performance. When he saw the results of the battle, his eyes lit up.
Talent!
Definitely a talent!
Apart from his outstanding gunnery training and commanding ability, this "Secret Treasure of the Sea" that belonged to him also allowed the warship's attack power to be improved instantly.
It was not hard to imagine how attractive it was for Elvin, who had a phobia of insufficient firepower in his bones.
If he could make Boris and his "Artillery Commanding Sword" stay, it would be like adding wings to a tiger for the "Storm Horn".
In the previous conversation with Boris, Elvin learned that.
He had served in the two naval bases in the New World for at least 20 years. He knew all aspects of the New World like the back of his hand. Every family's sphere of influence, influential people, local customs, secret sects, important and dangerous places … He knew them like the back of his hand.
If he was not a little arrogant and had a cold temper, even if he was only an ordinary official Knight, he would not be a major at the age of 40.
Although Boris didn't want to say it himself, Elvin could guess Boris' current situation or predicament after some indirect questioning.
He had no family in his hometown in the kingdom. His wife died early. He only had a seriously ill son waiting for him to take care of in the Aimor family's Far Sail.
It was very likely that this was the main reason why he was preparing to retire at his peak.
Captain Elvin, who did not participate in the battle, stood on the stern. He lowered his head and seemed to see the figure of the artillery expert through the deck.
"I have to think of a way to dispel his thoughts of retiring. So that he can stay in peace and contribute to Storm Horn's popularity! "
However, Elvin knew that the key to this problem was not on the ship, nor was it on Major Boris himself. It was on the little Boris in the Far Sail.
He temporarily suppressed the thought and issued a new order.
"Besse, air force attack!"
"Roger!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Six white seagulls held a red ball in their claws and quickly rose into the air. In the blink of an eye, they flew above the remaining three pirate ships.
They threw the red ball in their hands accurately.
Bang!
The ball exploded and released a large area of sticky, dark red flames. Like maggots, they added fuel to the fire on the three pirate ships that were already burning.
In order to cooperate with the current 'Seabird Bomber' tactic, before the departure, both the ammunition compartment of 'Storm Horn' and Elvin's' magic pocket 'had been installed with a large batch of alchemy bombs.
Almost all of the stocks that had been stored in the base for many years had been swept clean. It was enough for them to fight a few fierce battles.
Elvin's thinking was very simple. Since he had the advantage in the air, he didn't need to engage in close combat with the enemy. Wasn't he just a wooden club?
When it was dealing with targets on the surface of the water, the aircraft carrier that Storm Horn turned into was definitely the enemy's nightmare!
Different types of "bombs" could be used in different situations. From alchemy bombs to all kinds of strange potions …
The White Seagull threw a red ball.
After Elvin had become an official wizard, he had urgently purchased raw materials and made it on the ship. It was the masterpiece of the School of Alchemy, the "Wisp".
During the battle with the "Man Killer Fiend", Anthony had used it once and almost burned the Man Killer Fiend that was close to the peak of the second rank to death.
The cost was not high and the power was great, but the process of making it was too dangerous. Only official wizards had the qualifications and ability to make it.
This was also why this powerful "Incendiary Bomb" with a cute name was not as common as the alchemy bomb, which could be assembled by apprentices or even trained ordinary people.
When the military considered the power of the bomb, efficiency, stability, and reliability were also important factors to consider.
However.
Looking at the ship that was quickly burning to the point where only the frame was left, Elvin did not completely relax.
Although he did not have many naval battles with human extraordinaires recently, Elvin would not forget the naval battle drill book.
Although the ship was destroyed, most of the ordinary crew members must have been killed.
But that was not the case for extraordinaires.
The resistance of bullets in the water was 800 times higher than in the air. Modern rifles had a range of about 2000 meters in the air, but in the water, it might only be 2 meters.
Needless to say, the round shells fired by smoothbore cannons would lose their lethality not long after entering the water.
Therefore, in the artillery battle on the sea.
If they saw that things were not going well, the extraordinaires on the ship would abandon their pirate ship and the crew to hide in the water, and it was very likely that they would survive.
Then Elvin gave the order.
"All main deck cannons, load grapeshot! Plug in the cushion! "
The artillery on the two battleships quickly used levers to pry up the breech of the cannons, stuffed in the triangular wooden cushion, and lowered the muzzle towards the sea.
"Boatswain! Marine Corps, get ready! "
Whoosh … whoosh … whoosh …
In the sound of footsteps like flowing water, the sailors with flintlocks had already lined up on both sides of the warship, where the enemy was most likely to attack from the sea.
Then the two battleships approached the pirate fleet from the left and right, aiming to strangle any fish that escaped the net.
Of course, the two battleships could also turn around and leave.
There was no land or fresh water in the far sea. Even if there were sporadic survivors, it was very likely that they would drown in the sea.
But in the world where great power belonged to oneself, everything was possible.
For example, the navigator of the "Golden Antler Deer", "Tidal Messenger" Molly, had the ability to survive alone in the far sea. It was not safe to rely on the sea to kill the extraordinaires.
.....
"Bah! Damn Navy, my fifth-level ship! "
Captain Jobley of the "Sturgeon" determined from experience that there were at least two battleships ambushing him. He had decisively abandoned his pirate ship and jumped into the sea with a few of the quick-witted pirate officers.
However.
Indeed, there were only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.
Even at this juncture, "Greedy" Jobley's most distressed was still the fifth-level ship that belonged to "Butcher" Mallory.
Beside him, the other survivors noticed that the artillery had stopped and floated to the surface again.
The Anumar captain, "Ghoul" Moprati, and his three dark-skinned subordinates, "Butcher" Mallory, who was still a little drunk after soaking in the water for such a long time.
"Hehe, warships and companions are indeed unreliable."
He struggled to open his bloodshot eyes and glanced around as he muttered with a strange smile.
No one knew where his joke was.
Even.
He did not seem to care about the side of his face that had a layer of flesh scraped off because he had drunk too much.
His thoughts were hard to fathom, which made everyone stay away from Mallory.
At this moment.
Including the two remaining pirate officers of the "Sturgeon", there were only eight people left in the pirate fleet who could still float to the surface to meet up.
"I don't know if those navies have left. Not even a longboat is left. Without fresh water and food, we can't keep floating on the sea.
Also … I'm afraid I'll be in danger if I stay with these two strange fellows all by myself without any help. "
Jobley, who thought of himself as a normal person, quickly realized that compared to the fifth-level ship that was slowly burning into an empty shell and starting to sink, what he needed to care about was actually survival.
Especially when one of his companions was hungry, or when one of them went berserk and did not have any alcohol, he needed to be more careful.
"Wait! They haven't left yet. Let's … "
Their vision was blocked, but the senses of the extraordinaires still allowed them to hear the sound of the behemoth gradually approaching.
"Boom!"
Before they could react, after the roar of the cannons, a large number of grape bullets had already smashed down on them.
With Boris personally firing the cannons, they were completely surrounded in the center of the scattershot. Even the extraordinaires could not escape.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! "
After the splashes subsided, there were four to five corpses that were riddled with holes floating quietly on the spot. The thick blood dyed a large part of the sea red.
"Is it done?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
Three consecutive sounds of water splashing were heard. From the other side of the "Storm Horn", three figures emerged. They did not need any tools to directly flip over the bulwark and launch a surprise attack on the battleship!
It was the three extraordinaires who used their subordinates' bodies to block the disaster and were able to escape underwater in time.
However.
Even if they survived using underhanded means, the three of them were not unscathed.
Among them, "Butcher" Mallory, who did not have any subordinates to block the scattershot, was the most miserable. Half of his body was embedded with bullets like a hornet's nest, but most of them were stuck in his tough muscles and bones and did not penetrate his organs.
The other two also suffered varying degrees of damage from the scattershot. They looked rather miserable with blood dripping from their bodies.
"Boom!"
Stomping on the water, he jumped.
In midair, "Ghoul" Moprati, who was completely black but was actually in the best condition, was already prepared for battle.
He pricked his finger with a dagger and dripped blood on a yellow cloth doll that was hung on a red string around his neck.
Then, he slapped it hard on his chest.
"Bang!"
A gust of cold wind blew past. The doll seemed to have turned incorporeal as half of it was embedded in Moprati's chest.
The black emblem on the yellow doll's forehead that belonged to the "God of Fire and Iron Politics and War", Ogun, instantly lit up.
Moprati's chest, which was originally as black as a wall of pig iron, immediately turned translucent blue. Even his beating heart and lungs that were constantly expanding and contracting could be seen clearly.
This was the unique class of "Voodoo" that he belonged to, "Psychic Warrior"!
Clang!
The traditional weapon of the Anumar, "Baya Sword", was unsheathed!
Licking the blade with his black-dyed tongue, Moprati revealed a bloodthirsty smile, as if he was not going to a battlefield but a luxurious banquet for him to feast on!
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