Assassin’s Adventure

boom! bang bang...

The continuous sound of bullets recalled from the deck of the Jackdaw, mixed with the roar of artillery.

The flames were already rising in the cruiser's cabin and deck, because the shelling was not too much, and their gunpowder storage room had not been penetrated, otherwise it would have now become two halves.

Boom!

An artillery shot directly hit the enemy's powder keg in the cabin, setting off a large explosion. Several Spanish soldiers were blown away by the explosive keg, burned by the flames, and then jumped into the sea screaming.

"Get ready to take over!"

Gordon ordered loudly, spreading his voice to every corner of the deck, and then as the first sailors leaped over with the help of the ropes on the mast, they boarded the building of the enemy ship.

The spine-chilling Spanish colonel directly drew his long sword and forced it up, which were the only weapons left.

"Kill them!"

the sailors of the Jackdaw shouted.

"Kill them!"

The Spaniards also roared, boosting their courage. The entire deck was filled with the sound of swords clashing and muskets being fired.

boom! boom!

The scene was tragic, the Spaniards used the most rudimentary weapons to resist bullets and machetes.

The bullet directly penetrated the wooden boards, leaving blood holes in them.

"Surrender, you can't win anymore."

Gordon used English to persuade the Spanish officer to surrender. Not only could the Spaniards survive, but he could also save many sailors from dying.

Obviously, this high-ranking officer of course knew English, but stared at Gordon with a deadly ambition: "Don't think about the privateer, this is my ship, even if it's the last man left."

"as you wish."

Gordon didn't say more, but pulled out his machete, stared cautiously at the enemy in a posture of facing a powerful enemy, and squatted slightly.

This is a worthy opponent, a true warrior, not a pirate scum.

The colonel was very clear that this person was the captain of the enemy ship who had been fighting with them for a long time. This was his only chance to turn around. He wanted to subdue this person and then order all the enemies to stop.

So he attacked first, not sure how long his sailors could hold out.

"Drink!" He shouted, taking courage for himself, then stepped forward, slashing at Gordon's forehead.

This knife is extremely fast and fierce, like the bravery of breaking a boat.

Gordon was not afraid at all, the person in front of him was already seriously injured, and he could see this from the blood oozing from his arm. As long as he fought hard, he could speed up the collapse of the enemy's wound.

Chong!

The swords collided for the first time, making a crisp sound.

The enemy tries hard to suppress the pain, but blood does not lie.

Gordon blocked the attack with force, then pressed forward, and swept across with a quick and hateful knife, directly hitting the enemy's neck.

But the colonel was not a minor character either. The machete quickly retracted, then blocked the blow, dropped his shoulders, and instead stabbed Gordon away.

"This stab is not bad."

Gordon straightened up with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and then swung his knife. The longer it dragged on, the more stamina the enemy lost due to bloodshed.

"Surrender, think of your soldiers. If you surrender, I will guarantee your safety. You see, my ships can no longer participate in the war."

Gordon continued to persuade him to surrender with words. They didn't have a deep hatred. The soldiers of this Spanish cruiser were not pirates either. They deserved to be treated as prisoners.

"what!!"

A soldier's scream came, which stimulated his nerves even more. The Spanish captain in front of him had red eyes, gritted his teeth, but in his heart there was a war between heaven and man.

And Gordon wanted this opportunity.

A sudden burst of power burst out from under his legs, and taking advantage of the enemy's dazed opportunity, he drew his sword up, and instantly swept away the long sword that the colonel was defending on his chest, and then kicked the latter's chest.

The colonel's body fell towards the back, very embarrassed. It was probably the most embarrassing time in his life. His wrist slammed on the broken wooden board, and blood flowed out. .

The machete was already on his neck, and he lost completely.

"Surrender, Colonel, and kill a few fewer people."

…

In the end, the Spanish soldiers all gave up their resistance under the colonel's order. According to Gordon's promise, they began to salvage the sailors who fell into the sea. Many soldiers began to push the winches at the bottom of the boat, and the water entering the hole was continuously pressed out. The boatmen Move the plank and roughly block the holes.

Of course, all their weapons were turned in.

The two ships almost lost the strength to enter the battle again. The Jackdaw began to rescue the injured sailors. All the people who fell into the sea have been salvaged. The boatman David also began to briefly repair the Jackdaw with a group of sailors. number, to ensure that the ship can sail as soon as possible.

The broken sail ropes were replaced again, and the sails that had been punched with large holes began to be repaired simply.

Gordon looked at the frontal battlefield with some concern. The sound of cannons in the distant sea was still roaring, and the fortress was still standing.

"What about our loss?"

He asked Alan, who was busy beside him, watching the deck in a mess, until the number couldn't be easier.

"Captain, almost all the sailors were injured. During the shock, 4 sailors died and 6 were seriously injured, which is much better than last time."

Allen sighed. In less than a week, there were about 80 sailors on the entire ship, and there were thirteen sailors missing in an instant, and all of them were injured.

The damage to the hull by the artillery strike seems to have slowed down a lot. The four dead sailors were mainly knocked over by the cruiser's broadside during the collision, and one of them was directly brought in by the cannon that was out of the gun position. in water.

Gordon nodded numbly. He was numb to the sacrifices of the sailors. He had seen too many life and death partings at sea. .

"Ellen, take care of the wound on your arm first."

Gordon sighed and warned, although under the cover of his assassin, there were already a lot of bruises and wounds on his body.

Serena and the black cat, Quelin, were the safest in this battle. At this time, they were standing beside Gordon and asked curiously, "Does it feel good to kill?"

The only people Quelin ever killed were her parents, which made her extremely sad, but when she saw Gordon killing people, she was as calm as eating and drinking. Only when she heard that her sailor was killed, her eyes flashed with grief.

Gordon rolled her eyes at her, feeling helpless: "Of course it's not good. Killing is not a good habit, if it's not for survival, but for profit."

Serena was even more puzzled: "Then why do you still sail? Gordon, you can obviously live a peaceful life with your current money."

"Ha ha!"

Gordon laughed out loud when he heard the innocent words: "Selina, money is never enough, I may sail for excitement, maybe for dreams, or for freedom, the world is so big, don't you want to? Are you going to have a look?"