Barbarossa, who rowed a small boat alone and climbed up the rope ladder to the flagship, ran directly to the bridge under the surprised gaze of everyone and shouted to the first mate who was directing the pirates to prepare for the bombardment: "Inform everyone on the ship.
People, leave the port and return!"
The first mate couldn't believe his ears and stammered: "Boss...Boss, we have just set up the blocking rope, and the shells have been loaded into the chamber. Are we leaving at this time...?"
Barbarossa angrily pulled out his scimitar, pointed at the tip of the first mate's nose, and yelled: "You bastard, do you need me to repeat it again? Leave port! Return!"
The first mate opened his eyes wide in fear, nodded hurriedly and said: "I listen to you, boss, I will give the order to return to sea now!"
The anchor was hoisted, the sails were hoisted, and the pirate flagship slowly began to move outward from the berth in the port, causing chaos among the surrounding pirate ships.
Standing on the bridge, Barbarossa first glanced at the faint light in the port area in the distance. Then he looked at the slow-moving flagship below him. Losing patience, he ordered: "Tell the oarsmen on the lower deck
Hands, let them move forward at full speed!"
After hearing this, the first mate quickly came to Barbarossa and dissuaded him: "Boss, the port is full of our allies. It is difficult to turn around and leave the port because everyone is crowded together. If the ship suddenly accelerates at this time, it will definitely hit him.
Other ships will cause unnecessary losses..."
Barbarossa's eyes were red, he struck the railing with his machete, and roared: "Tell those oarsmen to move forward at full speed! If anyone dares to talk nonsense again, I will hang him on the mast right now!"
The first mate stared at Barbarossa for a while, finally sighed helplessly, turned back and walked down the deck to convey the leader's order.
Soon, the pirate flagship broke through the wind and waves and began to accelerate in the small space in the port.
As the flagship's speed became faster and faster, more and more ships were overturned.
After the pirates on the small boats were knocked into the water, it was difficult to get timely rescue due to the darkness and the impact.
Accompanied by the cracking of the ship's hull and the cries for help of those who fell into the water, the pirate flagship gradually sailed towards the entrance of Muxi Port, and the firelight behind it became more and more distant.
The first mate looked back at the tragic situation in the sea, closed his eyes helplessly, and sighed again.
Barbarossa held up his telescope, looked to the north, and asked: "How long will it take for those fleets from the north to arrive here?"
After the first mate asked his subordinates to inquire in the language of lights, he reported to Barbarossa: "It will take about an hour."
After estimating the distance and time, the latter finally breathed a sigh of relief: "One hour is enough for us to leave here, thank God."
The first mate mustered up the courage to ask Barbarossa: "Boss, may I ask why we are leaving in such a hurry?"
Barbarossa turned around and walked to the end of the bridge, found a random place to sit down, took out a leather flask filled with strong liquor from his arms, drank two sips, and said angrily: "Don't ask so many questions! What we have to do now
The thing is to go back as soon as possible. When tonight is over, I will find those guys who dare to deceive me one by one, tie them up and throw them into the sea to feed the fish!"
The pirates on the watchtower suddenly shouted down: "Boss, there is a ship blocking our way one kilometer directly in front of us!"
The first mate looked up and said, "A ship? What kind of ship?"
Another shout came from the watchtower: "I don't know! I have never seen such a weird ship! It is the size of a small warship, the whole body is black, and there is no sail in sight!"
The first mate cast a questioning look at Barbarossa, who drank a strong drink and waved his hand and said: "No matter what kind of ship it is, if it doesn't give way, I will sink it!"
The first mate nodded and motioned to the helmsman to maintain course.
At this moment, a cry came from the watchtower again: "The ship has moved! It is rushing towards us!"
The first mate walked to Barbarossa and said nervously: "Could it be an arson ship or a gunpowder ship?"
Barbarossa thought for a moment, and then ordered: "Open the gun positions on the bow of the ship and blow it up!"
Soon, twelve eagle cannons and four snake cannons were pushed to the gun position at the bow of the ship. After the gunner took aim, the fuses of the artillery were ignited, and dozens of shells were fired towards the ship in the dazzling light of the fire.
The black battleship ahead roared away.
Not long after, the harsh sound of metal clashing came from the sea.
The first mate, who was holding a telescope and observing the battle situation at all times, was shocked by the scene in front of him.
Several chain cone shells from the Snake Cannon hit the starboard side of the black battleship. There were no broken planks, no screams from the sailors, only sparks produced by the metal impact, and the shells being bounced into the sea.
The first mate hurriedly ordered: "Change the cannonballs to iron bullets! Aim at the enemy ship and fire three rounds!"
The artillery on the pirate flagship began shelling round after round, and the diffuse smoke and flickering fire seemed to shroud the entire bow in clouds and mist.
What made the pirates desperate was that after taking three rounds of iron bullets, two rounds of chain cone rounds, and four rounds of shotgun shells, the black warship still continued to sail towards the pirate flagship without any damage.
"That's a ghost ship! That ship is full of dead people, and cannonballs are useless!"
Some of the pirates were so frightened by the scene before them that they began to flee backwards from the bow of the ship.
The first mate took out his musket and fired a shot into the air to signal everyone not to escape, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to him.
The black battleship sailed to a distance of a hundred meters from the pirate flagship, then suddenly made a sharp turn and threw four objects with flames spraying from the tail, letting them go straight to the bow of the ship.
Seeing the four missiles getting closer and closer to the flagship, Barbarossa's dangerous instinct prompted him to spread his legs and run at full speed towards the stern of the ship.
Just when he ran for only ten meters, an unprecedented huge explosion occurred at the bow of the ship behind him.
The impact of the explosion lifted the entire giant ship from the sea, and then fell heavily into the sea water.
Two huge holes appeared at the bow of the ship, and a large amount of seawater poured into the hull through the holes. Due to changes in water pressure and structural damage, the hull of the pirate flagship made a creaking and whining sound, and the huge
The hull began to tilt and slowly sank into the sea.
Holding a broken mast and looking at the hell-like explosion scene in front of him, Barbarossa opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but found that fear and shock prevented him from making any sound at all.
A sharp and harsh friction sound came from the flames produced by the explosion.
Barbarossa opened his eyes that were obscured by the thick smoke, and saw a woman possessed by sharp spikes climbing up the damaged deck like a spider and walking in front of him.
Barbarossa stared at the woman's figure, and his inexplicable courage suddenly made him shout: "Who on earth are you?!"
The sharp spikes all over the woman's body seemed to be alive, swaying gently as she walked.
She walked up to Barbarossa, slowly squatted down, looked at the pirate leader who was suppressing fear with her heterochromatic pupils, and said with a smile: "We meet again, father."
Barbarossa continued to flicker the light of the fire, and finally saw the woman's face clearly, and said in great shock: "Aisha? How could it be you?!"
At this moment, not far away in the north, countless ships were sailing along the rapids strait towards the chaotic Muxi Port.