Reborn As a Pirate

No one knows that the fierce battle has quietly ushered in an inflection point on the unattended rear deck.

The Three-Eyed Raven was fighting hard, more than two hundred pirates surrounded less than seventy sailors, blood was everywhere on the cramped deck.

Leonard's warband was the largest on the entire deck.

There were sixteen sailors gathered around him, four of them were seriously wounded, and they were protected at the deepest part of the line together with Leonard.

Twelve brave men with spears firmly guarded the periphery, facing the siege of more than thirty pirates.

With tacit cooperation and a tight front, they gradually stabilized their heels.

Of course, the attacking pirates also stabilized their heels accordingly, and the two sides of the battle line were clearly defined, and they both stopped their momentum and rarely made any aggressive moves.

This is not necessarily a good thing.

Leonard looked worriedly at his sailors who were fighting.

On the port side, the Holy Anne, which could determine the outcome of the battle, withdrew and left.

On the starboard side, the Golden Deer, which he had placed high hopes on, had not entered the attack position for a long time.

On the deck, the pirates of Cotton Jack are taking the absolute initiative. Even if the Golden Deer is in place now, with the criss-crossed relationship between the two sides, Yacharin is very likely to make a move.

Hesitation can lead to defeat!

Leonard's heart was as impulsive as a fire. He really wanted to order his sailors to charge forward, gather more people, build a thicker line of defense, and create a better environment for Acharin to intervene in the battle...

But he knew his sailors had done their best.

Under the absolute disadvantage, they were able to stabilize and guard a limited area, and they did their best to prevent the Three-Eyed Raven from falling into the hands of the superior enemy.

More requests are random!

He reminded himself repeatedly that taking risks in front of an enemy whose combat power was not weaker than his own would not have any positive effect other than increasing his own casualties.

How to break the situation?

Leonard racked his brains to think, thinking about it, and suddenly saw the chaos in front of the formation.

A mighty warband approached him with shouts,

Puffs of blood rose into the sky like rain, and accompanied by people's screams, splashed everywhere.

The battle group collided with his formation, and there was a moment of confusion. A nimble figure cut through the passage, and gathered towards Leonard with five or six sailors who were not seriously injured.

Leonard's eyes narrowed: Captain?

His formation pressed forward bravely, holding bayonets and short guns, trying to buy time for Lorraine.

But Lorraine was not in a hurry to join the battle, and sent a few injured sailors into the battle. He turned back and charged, raised a knife and cut off a thigh that didn't belong to anyone. Laughing, he drove back the duck-like pirates up three steps.

The battle line stabilized in the blink of an eye.

Lorraine laughed a few times, and slowly entered the battle formation with a bloody and terrifying look, walked up to Leonard, and stabbed the knife obliquely into the deck with a thud.

I picked up a few injured young men on the road, and they stayed by my side to get in the way, so I simply sent them to you.

Leonard stared at him blankly.

The red-dyed Zhengyi was soaked in blood, and Lorraine's panting was not heavy, and every step he took, there were glaring bloodstains on the ground.

Boat...Captain, are you injured?

The pirates of Cotton Jack are not bold enough. Lorraine grinned, showing his white teeth. If they were bolder, I might not be so relaxed.

easy?

After all, they are just pirates. Lorraine emphasized the other party's identity inexplicably, I suddenly remembered the negotiation with Villen back then. The people he left behind were much braver than the pirates.

Leonard was also a witness to that negotiation. He had personally seen Lorraine's embarrassment when he returned from a serious injury. Compared with that time, this one seems to be really easy...

Easy in comparison.

Leonard sighed: Captain, we are very passive.

Lorraine drank a few sips of water, took a towel and wiped his face: What's wrong?

The pirates surrounded us very loosely, so it will be very difficult for the Golden Hart to turn the tide of the battle.

Don't underestimate Acharin. Lorraine laughed loudly, Before departure, he will leave all the shooters who rated A in the fleet. Although there are only a dozen of them, he has obviously estimated the current situation.

Leonard's eyes widened: There are shooters on the Golden Deer? A dozen shooters?

...

The Golden Deer is approaching!

Due to the transfer of sailors to the Three-Eyed Raven, neither the Golden Deer nor the Eros could be fully manned.

There are only 170 people in the sailor's seat of 250 people, and the remaining nearly 40 people went to the three-eyed crow, 15 people followed Henna to the North Island, and 25 people stayed in Palm Island to watch the son of the actor Pedro Take the cross honestly with the crew.

The Golden Deer in this state is not suitable for boarding.

The crew on board are mainly ship operators and gunners, and every death is a waste of professionalism.

But it is impossible for Yacharin to watch Lorraine fight hard alone. As Lorraine said, he had his own calculations about how to intervene from the beginning.

The Golden Deer approached, swayed in the same direction as the Three-Eyed Crow, and came to a stop. The distance between the two ships was less than three meters.

The difference in height between her and the Three-Eyed Raven is also more than two meters. This distance can easily prevent the possible spread of war, just like an audience watching a drama on a high platform. He looks down at the chaotic battlefield from a high position.

Around him are almost all A-level shooters currently in service at the Drake Chamber of Commerce.

Because of his background in the sea school, Lorraine's standards for grading the marksmen on board are the same as those of the Plymouth sea school.

In a micro-wave environment, the shooter is required to hold a unified maintenance marine commuter in a standing posture. The shooter is required to have 80 rings per 10 shots at a distance of 10 meters, and 40 rings per 10 shots at a distance of 30 meters.

From the data alone, as long as people with normal eyesight in later generations can almost easily meet this requirement, but now that front-loading smoothbore rifles are commonly used, this is a harsh standard.

Only 37 sailors employed by the Drake Chamber could meet this standard, including Pierce, Yacharin, Bell, and Lorraine.

Except for the 4 of them, there are 8 people who have retreated to the shore due to injury or age, such as Barto, and 9 are in New Orleans, changing their identities to temporarily serve as the crew of the Dowmark.

There are only 16 A-level shooters in service in the Chamber of Commerce, and being able to get all of them together is even more rare than seeing the real Santa Claus at Christmas.

Yacharin held his gun vigorously and led the shooters to stand on the port side.

Gentlemen, this is the shooting environment prepared for us by the colleagues of the Three-Eyed Crow. The near end is three meters, the far end is ten meters, and the distance between the enemy and the friend is less than one meter. If you accidentally shoot, you will be tortured by guilt for a lifetime.

So give priority to choosing targets that are not easy to accidentally injure. If your target happens to be fighting with someone you know, just shout, so that even if the shot misses, you have enough reason to comfort yourself.

He raised the gun in a leisurely manner and took aim: Hey, Barto, step aside!

Barto, who was struggling to avoid Chenori's slash, felt cold, and threw himself to the side without even thinking about defense.

Chenori grinned grinningly and was about to pursue, when the new fifth-tier ship, which obviously wasn't going to join the battle group, burst into a gunshot.

Boom!

He hurriedly braced his shield, poof.

Yacharin's brows twitched heavily.

A distance of six meters, in a slightly wavy environment, condescending, demonstrating shooting... His bullet was actually blocked by that fool who was neither Roman nor Viking...

The temporary admiral was very angry. He heard the low laughter from the shooters around him who tried their best to suppress it, but still couldn't help it.

Change the gun and reload it for me!

Yacharin threw the gun high, took the second, and boom!

Come again!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ...

With twenty-seven shots that barely stopped, Yacharin's shoulders were sore, and the veins on his forehead had swollen to the point where even his wig couldn't cover it.

But Chenori, who was blindly defending, was even worse.

He felt that his hand was about to break, and the thick shield, which was originally light as nothing, was now so heavy that he couldn't lift it at all.

Although the thick multi-layered fur can prevent the wooden shield from being pierced by lead bullets, the actual impact force will not change in any way, more than 20 shots in less than a minute...

Did the shooter take him as a target?

Chenori was trembling with rage, and just about to poke his head out to reprimand the other party for his despicable behavior, which was neither a gentleman nor a warrior, when he suddenly heard Yacharin shout.

There are all of them, just follow the shooting rhythm just now, shoot that idiot first, kill the chicken, and scare the monkey!

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