Chapter 392 War begins

When Milan was introducing the enemy's situation, the spiritual connection had been opened simultaneously, casting the eyes of everyone present on the slave fleet coming through the waves in the distance.

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At this time, the continuous wind and rain between the sky and the sea obviously could not extinguish their enthusiasm to embrace the huge wealth.

Since the wind and waves were not strong and the load was heavy enough, almost all the sails had been hung out.

In the slave fleet.

In addition to the large armed merchant ship "Santa Cruz Merchant" and a fifth-class cruiser "Oar", which were specially deployed for defense due to the recent unrest at sea.

The main body consists of eight two-masted clippers with a displacement of about 300 tons. Each ship has about a hundred armed crew members and ten six-pound guns.

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Some seagulls swaggered close to investigate, and even flew into the cabin to see what was going on inside.

Therefore, the military officers of the privateering fleet also saw a large number of Anuma slaves imprisoned on the lower decks of these eight slave ships.

Each seemingly small slave ship was packed with nearly four hundred people!

Anger, hatred, numbness, sadness, despair

Then no matter what emotions they harbor, it cannot change their situation at all.

They were like dark chocolates stacked neatly in a box, lying on their sides next to each other, shackled and locked directly on the lower deck, or even in the stinking bottom warehouse with damp air and airtight like hell.

However, even if Ivan and the others saw such a scene, no one was moved by it, not even Milan, who came from a wealthy and well-off family.

It's not that they don't have compassion, it's just that in this era, this kind of scene is too common.

And they knew very well that a shipload of Anuma slaves seemed like a lot, but only about three-quarters of these slaves made it to the New World alive.

Perhaps during the short period of time when everyone was watching, someone died silently in the cabin, never having the chance to set foot on the New World again.

But even if they can get there alive, the average age of the Anuma people in the entire New World is only 29 years old.

No matter how healthy an individual is in a mining area or plantation, he or she will be drained of the last bit of vitality by endless heavy labor.

You must know that even in the ancient Neolithic Age, the average natural life span of human beings could reach 35 years.

The tragic life of these people obviously started because of the huge profits behind the slave trade.

Through normal trading, slave traders can obtain a slave in the Southern Continent at a cost of about 10 gold lions, but transporting it to the New Continent can make a profit of 600%.

If you directly use trade rifles for exchange, you only need three rifles to exchange for a strong slave, and the profit will only be greater.

And it can also create more wars and more slaves locally!

However, based on the size of the fleet seen so far, the total number of slaves alive is probably around 3,200.

Because in the trade on the slave coast of the southern continent, the source of slaves is mainly prisoners of war obtained after defeating other tribes and countries.

The final acquisition of one slave during the war may result in the death of six or seven natives of the enemy country.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible for them to obtain such a large number of slaves at one time, and the death of tens of thousands of people is enough to destroy a small country.

It is very likely that this group of slave traders from the Santa Babia Company personally attacked an unknown tribe in the southern continent to obtain so many slaves at once.

Obviously, as finances continue to be tight, Silius's policies have become more radical. Even if he is personally involved, he must maximize the production capacity of gold and silver mines to fill the kingdom's deficit.

"There are two enemy frigates. Although one of them is claimed to be a merchant ship, it is actually a standard fourth-level battleship.

Among the other ships were a cruiser and eight krigs, with a total number of armed combatants of about 1,200, and a total artillery projection mass of 819 pounds.

Although there are many in number, we clearly have the advantage in caliber of ship-borne artillery."

After carefully looking at the other party, Milan reported the above series of data.

At this time, the total number of our own privateer fleet was 1,152, and the projected mass reached 1,312 pounds.

The heavily armed cruiser "Morning Star" as the flagship alone has a projected mass of 808 pounds, which is greater than the sum of all their artillery!

The only thing to worry about

Alvin's eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking at the bow of the "Santa Cruz Merchant" through the eyes of the demonized seagull, the figure of the ship's bow shining with magical aura was what concerned him the most.

at the same time.

On board the Santa Cruz Merchant, the captain's cabin is richly decorated with carved beams and paintings.

"Ah ha, there is nothing more comforting than a sip of royal rum in this rainy weather."

Captain Hobbyn, who was sitting in a chair with his feet on the table, put down the bottle of wine in his hand and sighed sincerely.

"Haha! My captain, why do you always talk about the weather when drinking? I have never seen you drink less even on sunny days.

Besides, this is not a naval warship of the Kingdom, so who can take care of you?"

Next to him, a handsome young man in imitation military uniform but without a military rank couldn't help laughing when he looked at the captain who was wearing a three-cornered hat and had a long sword hanging on his waist, but his belly was already slightly fat.

Captain Hobien was not angry at all. He smiled in agreement and drank another large mouthful of sweet wine. He took out a gold pocket watch set with gems from his arms and played with it.

"Lambert! Since your father has left you in my hands for training, of course I will try my best to take care of you.

You performed very well when you massacred the indigenous tribes and plundered slaves, you were ruthless and decisive enough."

"Thank you, Your Excellency. It's all your command!"

Hobien waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to compliment him:

"When I was a naval officer, I didn't understand. I thought that people live only for honor, responsibility, responsibility and the great eternal fire.

But now I want to tell you, only strength, power and wealth are the most important.

I want to live well and enjoy the best food, wine, and beautiful people.

As strong men in all aspects, we have countless ways to take away everything we want from the weak."

The young man was thoughtful and asked:

"Then what if other strong men also want it?"

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He immediately put his feet down from the table and said seriously:

"Of course, let others take the lead. Are you afraid that you won't get any benefits if you rely on Santabarbia Company?

So, there is one thing you have to remember.

This company belongs to His Majesty the Great Emperor, to the nineteen gentlemen at the top management, and of course to us.

Only if the company survives can we have wealth and comfort, and only then can our interests be given priority!"

At this time, who can tell that this middle-aged man, who looks like a veteran in officialdom, was once an elite colonel in the navy with a promising future?

The private escort fleet in the Santabarbia Company was originally an independent armed force belonging to the royal family. At the beginning of its establishment, a group of elite backbones from the navy were recruited to fill it.

They are also given the most preferential treatment and the most lucrative positions, just so that they can become loyal defenders of the royal family and the king at critical moments!

This is a layout that the royal family has been carrying out since a long time ago.

The most critical point is that now that all aspects of the kingdom are heavily infiltrated by the church, it is to obtain a force that is completely under its own control and to eliminate all interference from the "Eternal Fire".

Especially since establishing contact with the hidden wizarding forces, various witchcraft props have also been first equipped here.

Of course, there are also a few snares for non-knight path extraordinary beings who cannot be tolerated by the "Eternal Fire".

There is no doubt who the imaginary enemy behind this operation is.

but.

Now it seems that living a life that is too comfortable for a long time is enough to wear away the will of an elite officer, making him even unrecognizable to himself.

Just when Hobien was using his personal life experience to teach (poison) and guide (harm) the next generation of the company.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The urgent alarm bell on the ship suddenly sounded.

"what happened?"

Although the long-term comfortable and prosperous life has worn away his will, his vigilance as a qualified captain and extraordinary person is still there.

In an instant, he jumped up and ran out quickly with his young first mate Lambert, who was also a formal knight.

Whoosh

In two steps, he arrived on the deck and came face to face with an old man in black robes, who was thin and narrow, with gray scales on his face.

"Wizard Rice!"

"Hiss, Mr. Captain, deal with your own affairs. I will take action when necessary."

His eyes were cold and he spoke like a snake, spitting out his purple slender tongue, like a poisonous snake in human form.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Due to the restriction of vision in rainy weather, the lookout did not sound the alarm until the privateer fleet approaching from the right front of the fleet, that is, from the upwind direction, was two kilometers away.

For the fleet, the distance that is about to enter the range of the artillery is already too close.

At this time, I couldn't care less about the accountability of the lookouts.

Hobien ordered the herald to send an early warning signal to all slave ships in the fleet. He stood on the poop, watching the approaching black-sailed pirate ship with a black dragon-head flag and exhaled:

"What kind of pirates are you? You can't even recognize the flag of the Santabarbia Company?"

Retreat quickly, otherwise neither the Silius Navy nor your Pirate King will let you go!"

A loud voice penetrated the rain curtain and echoed on the sea for a long time.

Obviously, they had just arrived in the New World through the triangular trade and did not know much about the White Knight and his "Dragoon Pirates" who were in the limelight during this period.

Although the flagship "Morning Star" was obviously much larger than an ordinary cruiser, he did not pay too much attention to it under the inherent concept that battleships were the rulers of the sea.

In the past, relying on the name "Santa Barbia Company", they were able to obtain various preferential treatment. Even if the Cyrus Navy did not do other things, they had to serve them first.

Even if the company's property is robbed, the pirates on either side will be targeted by the navy.

Over time, the powerful big pirates did not dare to move, and the weak small pirates could not move, which also created their comfortable status quo to another extent.

If it weren't for the sake of keeping a low profile, there would be no problem adding "Royal" in front of the name based on the power of Santabarbia Company.

This is also a direct reflection of what he said to his younger generation before, "interests come first."

However, this group of pirates is a little different from the past.

Huhu

The four warships rode the wind and waves and approached without hesitation within one kilometer of the fleet.

"Fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fire shines in the wind and rain.

The roaring artillery fire also completely tore Santababia Company's long and peaceful life into pieces!
Chapter completed!