The sea returned to calm again, the waves swept away the wooden boards and limbs, and there was almost no trace of the fierce battle last night outside the Lighthouse Harbor.

Only on the beach along the harbor, the charred keels of the two fireboats were still smoking.

“…In the name of God, the Son of God and the Holy Spirit, we hand over their bodies to the sea, waiting for the sea to bring them back to life and enjoy eternal peace and tranquility in the kingdom of heaven.”

On the deck of the Glory, Admiral Narezo was making his final speech.

After a brief mourning ceremony, the bodies of the sailors were sent into the sea from the springboard covered with military flags.

This is life on the ship, everything is economical and simple, and the etiquette and moral concepts on land do not apply here.

There were no coffins and no cemeteries, and the dead sailors were sealed into sacks of stones and then "sent" into the sea. The living had to stay busy and continue to struggle in the hard and dangerous sea.

At this moment, Winters was leading the remaining soldiers of the 100-man team to dig out the graves outside Lighthouse Harbor.

Antonio, who had always been tolerant, refused to give in at the funeral ceremony, and did not accept the more time-saving and labor-saving sea burial, and insisted on burying the bodies of the fallen soldiers of the Third Legion on the land.

Army soldiers are not sailors. Sailors are used to all this and can calmly accept the sea as their destination. But Antonio cannot and does not tolerate anyone throwing his soldiers into the sea to feed fish.

After Captain Wilson was killed, Winters temporarily took over as centurion of the 100-man team.

The Centurion was a position that only formal officers could hold, so Winters was only temporarily until the Army Headquarters sent a new formal officer to replace him.

Although it is difficult for Winters, a vested stakeholder, he still discovered the serious flaw in the current army's officer system - insufficient redundancy.

There is only one officer in a 100-man team. Once the officer is killed, the entire 100-man team will lose the organization. At the same time, the person who succeeds this officer has to wait to be sent from the Army headquarters, which turns the entire command system into an exquisite and fragile egg carving.

However, given that he was just a small warrant officer, Winters thought that the people above should worry about these things. Now he just wants to dig these pits as soon as possible.

In the sea decisive battle more than ten hours ago, the Venetta Navy had the last laugh.

After the Glory and Revenge were connected, other naval warships following the Glory did not come to support the flagship.

The captains made a calm judgment that there was something more needed on the battlefield, and they could only believe that the Glory could win in the duel against Revenge.

When the main fleet of Veneta broke through the fire ship, the galloping warship was in a tough battle.

Because of the disadvantage in number, when a Venetta galley puts her boarding springboard on the Tanirian warship, another or even several Tanirian warships will shoot her with artillery.

This led to the fact that the galleys not only needed to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Tanilla warships on the front, but also suffered artillery attacks from behind.

The arrival of the main warship of Veneta completely changed this situation. The sailing warships no longer had to fight one against two, and the warships on both sides began to catch each other.

When the naval battle becomes a tug-of-war with you and me on the crowded deck, the nerves are thicker and more numb to the pain can win.

In the end, the Tanirians could no longer bear this bloody battle. They were not navals, they were just fleets of pirates, adventurers and speculators.

They went out to sea with a greed for spoils and bounties, and when they realized that the battle could not be won, all Tanirian warships rushed to flee.

Before the Revenge gave up its resistance, the Tanirian fleet had completely collapsed.

The pirates who could still escape were all down their sails regardless of the wind and waves, and fled to the dangerous waters in the east in panic.

However, Spear failed to get what he wanted because Drake escaped.

Time went back to more than ten hours ago.

On the fierce battle of Revenge, the first floor of the stern tower of the ship had been captured by the Golden Lion sailors, but the road to the second floor was only a narrow ladder, and the sailors could not attack for a while and their momentum was frustrated.

At the entrance of the ladder on the second floor, Drake swung a scimitar on the neck of a Venetta sailor, then kicked the soft body downstairs with one kick, and said with a crazy laugh: "Don't send your poor subordinates to death, Spear! If you have the courage, come up and fight me alone!"

Of course, Speyer downstairs doesn't know how to tell the truth about the truth. Because his advantage is increasing infinitely, Speyer is even more uneasy: "I'm not in a hurry. In fact, I hope to slow down time and let me enjoy your despair for a while! Hahahaha! Don't jump down on your own initiative, and I won't fight you one-on-one if you jump down!"

Drake's voice became more and more angry: "Coward! Coward! [Incoherent vulgar words]!"

The dirtier the scolding upstairs, the louder Spear laughed, as if he was enjoying Drake's last madness.

However, he silently urged his crew with gestures. The two rotating cannons on the side of the ship were removed by the sailors of the Golden Lion and carried them into the cabin.

While Spell was yelling at Drake, his hands were constantly working, and he quickly loaded ammunition for the two spinning cannons.

"You wait, I'm going up!" Spear shouted, pointing the spinning cannon to the entrance of the stairs.

"I'm waiting for you! [Vulgar words]!" Drake cursed while igniting the twists of medicine on the iron pot filled with gunpowder in his hand. He dragged Spell with his words to gain time to make this simple bomb.

While the hissing iron kettle was thrown down from the stairs, two rotating cannons filled with shotguns brought by Speyer also opened fire. Dozens of core-sized shotguns flew into the second-story ship building, and screams suddenly appeared on the upstairs.

The moment the rotating cannon fired, Spear also saw what was thrown upstairs. He immediately ran towards the lower cabin. With Spear's shout of "Run!", the iron pot exploded, and the power of the explosion could be clearly felt on the Glory next to him.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "You...You XX is really despicable!" The stern of the boat filled the smoke, and Speyer sweared in this conversation for the first time.

"Hmph, aren't you the same?" Drake replied with a sneer.

"It's a pity that your iron thunder explodes twice, it's not powerful, it's just a sound."

"Your cannons were also hit on the wood, and no one was injured."

The old enemy is actually very clear in the hearts of the two of them. They are essentially one. Drake is Spear of Taniria, and Spear is Drake of Venetta.

There was silence in the stern of the boat, and only the sound of fighting came from other places on the boat was heard.

"Surrender, Drake. You have reached a dead end. You will definitely not be able to survive, but I promise to give you a happy time and not let you be arrested and insulted." Spell was completely sincere this time.

Drake, upstairs, pressed the wound on his arm that was shot by a rotating cannon, subconsciously wanted to say a few harsh words to refute, but suddenly felt discouraged.

Spear was right. The Venetta people on the Revenge were so powerful that the Tanirian fleet on the sea were defeated. He lost completely. For the first time in his life, he truly understood what a dead end was.

Drake held his scimitar again and gritted his teeth and said word by word: "You never want to capture me alive!"

The moment the scimitar was put on his neck, Drake heard his subordinates shouting: "There is a boat! It's hit!"

In the deep night, a large black sailboat quietly entered the battlefield from the northwest. Instead of participating in the melee, it went straight to the starboard side of the Revenge and hit the Golden Lion at full speed.

Accompanied by the violent impact, the sailing ship hit the middle section of the Golden Lion. The huge inertia made the ship ride directly on the Golden Lion. The bow was raised high, and the weight of the entire ship was transferred to the keel and finally to the hull of the Golden Lion.

Amid the painful moan of the hull, the Golden Lion was crushed to two pieces.

A group of boarding fleets swayed ropes from the sailing ship and jumped onto the deck of the Revenge. The men in charge carried four spear guns and the double-held scimitars cleared the entire deck like a storm.

Drake recognized this unique sailing ship, and even more so, the berserker-like double-sword dancer. He laughed wildly like a desperate situation: "It's the Firebird! It's Captain Kenway here! Hahahaha! You all have to die!"

The last subordinates beside Drake heard the name Firebird and rekindled their fighting spirit and followed Drake to the downstairs.

However, Spear and the Golden Lion crew were forced back into the cabin by the Firebird's fleet.

Drake grabbed the shoulder of the man led by the fleet and said in a crazy state: "You will come to help me in the end! Nareshaw is on the boat next to you, let's kill them all! We didn't lose this battle!"

The visitor took off his hood, and it was another legendary captain of the Federation who was still trying to stop the war until the last moment, sailing master Edward James Kenway.

"I'm not here to raise you." Edward didn't say anything nonsense and punched Drake unconscious.

With Drake, the Firebird's fleet quickly returned to his ship and then left.

The entire raid was as rapid as thunder. Before the officers on the Glory could react, the Firebird had already rescued Drake.

The warship chasing the fugitives reported that a large black ship had sailed into the reef waters. No ship dared to follow the Firebird into the reef area. In the eyes of the sailors of Venetta, the ships entering the reef area were destined to sink, and there was no need to chase them in again.

This battle has been won greatly, and no sailor is willing to take risks at the last moment.

In this battle, the Venetta fleet captured four warships, including the flagship Revenge of the Tanirian fleet, at the expense of losing seven galleon warships and three large sailing warships, and sank them, burned one warship and three armed merchant ships. The rest of the Tanirian ships fled into the waters of death east of the Lighthouse Harbor, with unknown whereabouts.

All warships snatched by the Tanirians from Haidong Port have been recaptured or sunk.

The Tanirians were no longer able to gather such a fleet that could confront the Venetta Navy head-on.

It can be called a real victory.

The three large sailboats lost were all ignited when they broke through the arson ship, and the fire was uncontrollable, and they eventually had to abandon them all.

Fortunately, the Glory was not burned. The gunners of the Revenge bombarded the Glory waterline with heavy guns, causing the Glory cabin to enter the water and sink the hull.

During the hull sinking, the sampan nailed to the bow also sank into the water, and the fire on the arson ship was extinguished. The sailors of the Glory tried their best to block the holes under the waterline and rescued the fleet's flagship from the sank edge.

In this way, the Glory Name survived by accident, which makes people sigh.

And the twenty-one troop transport ships were just as Nareshaw said, watching the entire naval battle from afar and not being used for anything.

Lighthouse Harbor Naval Battle at dusk the next day.

"There is nothing to do about this." Cage lay on the bed, saying indifferently: "I didn't expect them to be. When requisitioning those troop ships, they were requisitioned with the original captain and sailors. Of course, they wanted to save their ships."

Cage's hair has now been shaved, and there is a shocking wound on his scalp, with more than a dozen stitches sewn on the wound.

As expected, with his qualifications in this battle, he will be able to be promoted from an officer to an adjutant - a large number of officers were killed in the Navy, and people are in the process of filling the vacancy.

"I don't think it's all the same." Bard pondered: "I think the captain's subjective initiative is very important for your navy. Army officers are used to obeying orders, and the captain of the navy makes his own decisions most of the time. When the Glory was on the side of the enemy last night, no warship came to rescue, and they all went straight to the main battlefield, which shows that the captains on each ship had made a judgment and believed that the front battlefield was more important than the rescue flagship."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Cage grinned: "Your statement is fresh... But if you think about it carefully, it's true. It's that. There are lonely ships on the sea, surrounded by water, a ship is a kingdom, and the captain is the king."

"I think it's because of the inconsistency of orders. The captain of the merchant ship wants to participate in the war, but the army officers on the ship may be waiting for orders. The army officers are like participating in the war, but the captain of the merchant ship may want to protect the ship. If a full commander can be assigned to each ship, we may fight this battle more easily."

Andrey's upper bunk sounded inappropriately, and he always felt sleepy when he heard these military discussions on paper. He was a practical faction and could only be understood by participating in it personally.

"How is that possible? Where can the army listen to the naval officers? The navy will not be willing to listen to the command of the army officers." Cage also yawned.

"But aren't we unified under the command of the Joint Command now? The Joint Command should have the power to appoint officers who can command the Army and the Navy at the same time." Winters said thinking, pillowing on his arm.

"Forget it, let alone this. If this is true, you army officers should not be here, but on the galley. Then replace the sailors on the galley to those requisitioned merchant ships. This is the most reasonable arrangement, and the entire fleet can exert all its combat power. But in the end, wasn't you placed on the big ship to take care of your army's ideas?"

Cage's truth made Winters and Bard speechless.

"Stop talking about this, I've heard something." Cage also realized that the atmosphere had become a little awkward, so he quickly changed the subject, sat up and patted Winters's bunk, and said with a wicked smile: "I heard that you scared the sailors on the Golden Lion and peeed their pants."

"This is too exaggerated, how can it be that level?" Bard immediately spoke up to defend his friend: "Who said this to you?"

Cage slapped his thigh: "Do you still need to tell me? The entire fleet has spread. I guess you will soon have a nickname. If you are afraid of others' bad words, you will think of a nickname and I will spread it for you. Alas, I have always wanted a nickname..."

After Cage was stabbed in the head, he seemed to have a chatterbox personality.
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