[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

When Beckett tried to secure a band of pirates in the port of Havana to serve the British Empire—and himself, he was unaware that what he called a “Spanish banditry force” had arrived in the New World.

However, unlike the crusade army that everyone expected to rush forward without saying a word, "to show the power of the Kingdom of Spain and wash away the shame of the past", this one has only the first-class battleship Royal Philips - a displacement of 2000 and 110 tons, and four guns of [-]. The vanguard of Spain's largest and most powerful warship, after avoiding the main roadway and sinking all witnesses along the way, took advantage of the night to quietly arrive at the Port of Belize, which had just been ravaged by pirates not long ago.

And the Earl of Aranda, the 32-year-old young Earl from Aragon, the supreme commander of the expeditionary force appointed by the king himself, is now in the captain's room while looking at various records and materials while listening to the local officials. Report, trying to restore everything that happened that night.

"That means the British were not involved in the attack?"

After Earl Arlanda listened to the description of the attack by the local officials, he frowned and asked suspiciously.

"That is to say... were you robbed of the Gold Fleet by a group of real pirates, were they raided the port and snatched the New Continental, and then were they robbed of the Havana Port?"

"No British warships were found nearby, and our people did not notice any signs of abnormal movement of the British before the attack..."

The young officer who answered the question lowered his head in shame.

Losing to Britain—the army of several powerful countries in Europe and even the world is not shameful at all. Even the British have to rely on despicable sneak attacks to win, which is enough to call it a glorious defeat.

But losing to a group of pirates was enough to be the laughing stock of every dinner party in Europe.

"Based on what we've learned so far... that's it."

"So how many pirates came?"

Count Arada then asked the second question.

"No... less than 50 people..."

When answering, the head of the young officer lowered.

There may be many reasons for the failure. Even the British, who are the bosses behind most pirates in the Caribbean, have suffered losses in the hands of Dutch pirates.

Especially in naval battles, no matter how correct the command is, the opponent's luck is so good that you can't hit a single shot, and the opponent's guns make holes under your waterline-many times Lady Luck is so unreasonable.

But losing in a city defense battle where more fights were used to dominate the territory could only show the incompetence of the defenders.

"50 people?"

Earl Arlanda was taken aback when she heard this number, then she dug up the information on the New Continent and asked:

"At least 20 people are needed to drive the New Continent. That is to say, after they defeated the port guards, captured the fort, and fought fiercely with the defenders in the warehouse, they lost at most 30 people?"

"that……"

This time the young officer didn't know how to answer at all.

——Fifty pirates came to attack the colony, wiped out most of the defenders and then snatched one of your warships, sunk all the other ships and then left. The most unreasonable thing is that they didn't even leave a body Down! ——

He really couldn't say the answer.

"Sorry, honorable Earl, 50 people are just the number we counted from the survivors, but it is very likely that a large number of pirates were quietly lurking in the port before the attack, and even some of the defenders may have already been killed. they bribed

——We have temporarily arrested all those who were present at the time, and are interrogating..."

Another older official took up the conversation.

The reason why he came to answer is not because of how good his relationship with the officer is, but because the answer to this question is likely to label all officials in the entire colony as "incompetent", and make everyone's future dark. .

"And because a large amount of gunpowder stored in the warehouse was detonated during the battle, the source of the charred remains that we found afterwards could not be determined at all, so it is difficult for us to determine the exact number of pirates."

"Well, how many dead bodies have you found that are definitely pirates?"

Earl Arlanda was well aware of the local officials' cautious thoughts, so he didn't say much and just asked.

"Uh...we are still investigating the dead."

The official's response remained unhurried.

"But we have reason to believe that during the battle, those despicable pirates threw most of the dead into the fire in order to prevent our pursuit."

"Afraid that we will track them down? They drove the New World to attack Havana immediately after they attacked here!"

Count Arlanda felt that he was about to be annoyed by these brazen guys.

"No excuses for your own incompetence! Where are the soldiers locked up? I think there are a lot of questions I need to ask myself to get the answers."

When Aranda returned to the warship after interrogating those who were all detained as traitors, the long night was about to pass, but he knew that it was far from the time to rest—because in the captain's cabin, there was already a man dressed as a priest People are waiting for him.

"Is there any gain on the corpse?"

Earl Arlanda closed the captain's cabin with his backhand. He didn't want a third person to hear the next conversation.

Because what they were discussing at this time no longer belonged to the world under the light, and belonged to the content that was kept secret by the top leaders of all countries beyond common sense.

"not so good……"

The dusty priest lowered his head slightly at Aranda and asked back.

"Where is your count, my lord?"

"Although the strength and speed did not exceed normal people, many soldiers saw with their own eyes that those guys still did not fall after being pierced by five or six spears and long swords. More than one person even swore to me that he saw an attack Those who had their heads chopped off by their companions were still fighting them.

—Although the fellows in prison are terrified now, I can see that at least they are not crazy. "

Aranda went to the window and opened it to dispel the faint stench in the room.Then he sat down at the desk.

"Obviously, those attackers are the enemies of God, those bastards born in the dark. How about you?"

"It took a lot of work to dig out the dead and examine them—as for the result, I can only say that we came a bit late. In this warm and humid place in the Caribbean, most of the corpses have been so decomposed that nothing can be seen, even Burns and frostbite or special marks near the wound can no longer be distinguished.

But what is certain is that all the dead were hacked to death by swords. There were no tooth marks, claw marks, or sulfur, and there was no response to holy water being poured on it. "

The priest raised his cuff a little embarrassed and smelled it, there was still a lot of fresh dirt on it.

"The other party should not be vampires and werewolves, nor those guys in hell, and there is no sign of the abuse of sacred objects or the involvement of those evil gods..."

"An undead body without the participation of dark forces?

Anubis?No, the power of the god of death can only be used in Egypt...

Davy Jones?No, we have no conflict with him, and neither the gold nor the port of Havana are of any value to him..."

Aranda leaned back on the chair and tapped on the armrest with his fingers while muttering to himself, but then he immediately denied his guess.

"Not British—otherwise Havana Harbor would be flying the Union Jack by now, and full of troops guarding against our retaliation;

Not the French - they have no reason to do something to our allies, at least they will not do such things with half the effort if they want to do it (Note 2);

Not the Dutch - their main focus should be on the Far East (Note 3), they are not strong enough in the Caribbean to afford to provoke us;

Portuguese?No, they can't even fill their South American colonies (Note 4), and they won't stretch their hands so long..."

"That is to say, apart from knowing that the other party has used power other than the world, do we know nothing about it?"

After listening to Earl Arlanda's soliloquy, the priest asked in a low voice.

"Not exactly, I noticed something else."

Count Arlanda shook his head, throwing out another clue.

"I found none of the—I mean none of the soldiers' weapons had blood on them. Do you understand what that means?"

"No blood? Is it a soul-bound corpse? (Note 6)"

The priest lowered his head and thought about what could be called "immortality" that fit this feature.

"That means our enemy may be an evil wizard..."

"Or those old friends who are full of hatred for us (Note 7)."

Aranda went on to add.

"So do I need to contact Rome?"

The priest asked after nodding his head.

"Or apply to the country for the assistance of knights and exorcists?"

"The great Mr. Pizarro had no knights or exorcists, but he only relied on 160 nine soldiers to conquer the Inca Empire, and Mr. Cortes only relied on his belief in God and loyalty to the country, Conquered the whole of Mexico with only 600 men under his command. (Note 8)”

Aranda waved his hand, he stood up and walked to the window, facing the sea wind, looked at the sky that was gradually turning bright red in the distance and said slowly:

"And now, I have the most powerful battleship in Europe in my hand, and I can mobilize 1 well-equipped soldiers and thousands of cannons at any time, while those villains who betrayed God only have 50 people."

"What are you going to do?"

the priest asked curiously.

"Let's meet up with the follow-up troops first."

Earl Arlanda said unhurriedly, and then he suddenly asked:

"No matter how powerful the beasts in the dark are, they are no match for humans. Do you know why?"

But before the priest could answer, he spoke the answer himself:

"Because we humans use our brains..."

The author has something to say: Sorry, the publication time was accidentally set to tomorrow! ! !

Fortunately, I saw someone reminded me!

Feeling faceless...

I recently wrote an article and checked the information, only to find out that the hundreds of years of grievances and hatred between countries in Western Europe are comparable to Aunt Qiong Yao's novels...

In addition, if you feel that each chapter is very short, please read the "something to say" by others, each chapter is at least several hundred words!

Note 1: The views of Europeans at that time were somewhat similar: God is supreme, and anything that does not match the description of the Bible is evil and dark—including eternal life...

Note 2: As mentioned earlier, it was not long before France and Spain fought the throne war with the British, and they were still in an alliance (it seems that this relationship lasted until the American Revolutionary War to support the United States together. Of course, Spain did not do as well as France. Thoroughly—the consequence of France selling kidneys to aid the United States is that the economic bankruptcy and the royal family were all sent to the guillotine, and the United States' "repayment" action at this time was to take the opportunity to repay all the war loans that France had previously given...).At this time, the royal families of the two countries can be said to be one family at all, and France has to do it. It is much more efficient to directly send troops to fight against the Spanish mainland and then use the treaty to cut off the colonies.

Note 3: The Dutch have only a few small islands in the establishment of the colony in the Belgian area, which is not a big force at all. The Dutch colonial center of gravity is in Southeast Asia, now Indonesia and New Guinea.

Note 4: At that time, the Portuguese could be said to be the most prosperous, and they hitched a ride with the Spaniards in large colonies all over the world. However, because the conditions in the colonies in South America (now Brazil) were better than those in the mainland, a large number of people immigrated to Brazil, So much so that the kingdom had to rely on legislation to restrict immigration at the beginning of the 18th century-it was two extremes with British colonies that could not be localized at all.

Note 5: There have been several performances in the movie, such as during the test, Barbossa used his hand to test and so on.

Note 6: Legend has it that the evil spell that binds the soul of the dead in the dead body, in order to be freed, those soul-bound corpses must either serve the wizard who used this spell, or kill crazily.

Note 7: The Incas and Indians were basically wiped out by the Spaniards with shameless means. Of course, having said that, the 8 people of the Incas could not defeat hundreds of others. You must know that the guns at that time were still single-shot !Even if the Spaniards used a shameless surrender, but even so, how did you win the war when you circled A and went up and won it, and it still needs to be resolved through negotiation?

Note 8: Well, in fact, I am also very puzzled, in that world full of mysteries, how did this little man defeat the neighbors of the Aztecs who even have vicious curses on their gold coins?Everyone is immortal?

81. The calm before the storm

Many things are not necessarily able to be done well if you live a long time and see a lot.

Because as a normal person, there are always things that one is good at and not good at, and Tang Xuening, who now holds such misnamed titles as "Conqueror of Havana Harbor" and "Female Pirate King of Pirates of the Caribbean", is a full-fledged city management expert. Rookie, even though she had a deep understanding of Gotham City's political movement model in the past, and also served as the nominal village head in a medieval world with wizards, but the girl said...

Hands-off shopkeeper, can that be used as a work resume! ?

Gotham's management issues are all handled by a certain bald head, okay?

As for Longmian Village, what else has he done besides making a name for himself?

——In addition to setting up a sect that even I thought was weird and inexplicable...

But in the same way, many things can only understand the gap when there is a comparison:

Two months after seeing the enthusiastic Captain Barbossa "promoted" to be the mayor of Barbossa, he successfully turned one of the most important ports on the route between the New World and Europe into a new holy place for pirates. All industries in the city are withered and the people are destitute.

The girl finally understood that the level of management depends on who she compares with—at least she can be said to be the type of person who has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run.

So she had no choice but to bite the bullet and take over the city that had almost turned into a garbage dump from the battered Barbossa. In the eyes of countless pirates looking at idiots, she adopted the concept of "there must be a brave man under a great reward" and used a higher The real money ten times the market price plus the ruthless hand hanged dozens of guys who could almost be used as pirate spokespersons. Not long ago, the city finally changed from a "smelly garbage dump" to a "war-torn country in the Middle East." ruins of the city".

Then?

Then, of course, it was handed over to capitalist businessmen.

——In this chaotic era, businessmen who dare to run European/Caribbean routes for profit, not to mention just helping pirates manage the city, by the way use various means to fill their own pockets, and they sell the rope to hang themselves. There is no psychological pressure.

The girl just turned a blind eye to this, because as long as those people go too far, she can use a knife to reason with them at any time.

Then, after finally getting rid of the file hell, the girl let out a long sigh of relief, and reinvested her energy in using various methods of crying and howling to practice Barbossa's gang.

Well, howling is probably not an adjective here...

"what!!!"

The distorted scream sounded again.

"Call me Mao! You won't be in pain!"

Tang Xuening kicked over the skinny pirate who was screaming while pinching his palms.

"But...but that's fire!"

Rejetti (Note 1), who is awkward no matter how you look at it, replied with that submissive demeanor even though he was wearing a tight-fitting fine attire.

"Yes, it is indeed a flame—the flame of a candle!"

The girl was speechless, pointing at the flames beside her and shouted:

"Do you think it can do anything to you?"

"But...but...it always hurts!"

The expression and posture of Ruijieti lying on the ground gave the girl a weird feeling that she was the domineering president who was bullying the heroine Xiao Baihua.

"No, but! Last time you walked more than ten kilometers under the sea to attack the Spaniards, and you didn't see anyone drowning!"

The girl raised her head slightly and looked down at him with her arms folded.

"Regetti, you have to remember that as a majestic undead person, you are not ashamed to go out to meet people without a face that is still contemptuous when facing hundreds of soldiers. !"

Yes, the short-lived can never understand the mentality of the undead.

What the girl is doing now is trying to correct the mentality of these pirates from "pirates" to "rulers".

Of course, as far as the current situation is concerned, this goal is still far away.

"Ha, I just said it's because you're too young!"

Also dressed in fancy clothes, but coupled with that round figure and humble smile, Pinter stepped forward and said, just showing what is called "monkey bathing and crowning".

"Okay, Pinter. What's the matter with you?"

The girl who already knew a lot about these pirates asked feebly.

"It's like this. Now I think it's useless to learn those inexplicable things. Shall we talk about the spoils first?"

After finishing speaking, the fat pirate with a mean smile pointed to his companion behind him, betraying his colleague without hesitation.

"Of course, everyone thinks so..."

"is it?"

The moment Tang Xuening tilted her head to ask, a thick book flew towards her forehead, and she took it in a thrilling manner.

"Yes!"

The black pirate who lost the book took a step forward under Shao's cold eyes. At the same time, he tore open the collar of his clothes and trampled a few books under his feet.

"If we really will be kings in the future, then naturally someone will read and write for us!

We don't need to learn this at all! "

"Should I just ask them to help you rule the country, and just help you find noble ladies?"

The girl fearlessly looked at the big black man who walked in front of her with a face full of anger, she looked around at the pirates who came up and asked.

"You don't know mathematics and writing, how do you know if your subordinates have stolen your gold coins?

If you don't understand literature and etiquette, even if they compliment you face to face, they will still treat you as a stupid upstart!

certainly……"

"You don't need to learn heraldry (note 2)—or even know it!"

The girl smiled and threw the book full of various patterns into the burning closet.

"Look around you everyone - these are the people you must keep in mind!

They will all be the most powerful figures in the world in the future, and you have to be cautious.

In the next few decades, hundreds of years or even thousands of years, they will be your companions worthy of entrusting your younger generations, your allies who can make progress with your writers, and the few people in this world who can sit on an equal footing with you! "

………………

"Very well said, who did you learn from?"

When the girl walked up to the second floor, Barbossa appeared at the corner of the stairs while teasing his pet monkey.

"Since the meaning of time to us has changed, it seems that I should also learn from him."

"Captain Barbossa, I think you should learn how to manage the city first..."

After the girl finished speaking, she suddenly changed the subject and asked:

"How's the situation with the Spaniards?"

"It's very bad, it's not that there is no news, but that there are too many and messy news.

82. Chess game

"Wow~ I've never seen so many warships before."

When the Endeavor and the battleship Intrepid entered the port of Belize together with the British flag, the port was almost full of Spanish warships.

And a bearded man with weird smoky makeup, hair braids and small decorations, with an exaggerated expression, grabbed the cable, stood on the bowsprit, raised an orchid, and pointed at other ships.

"Let me count, one, two, three..."

And this kind of performance of him is very normal, attracting countless cold gazes from all around, and even some Spanish warships opened their side gun ports.

"Mr. Jack Sparrow, although as a nobleman I shouldn't say such rude words, but... please get off the bow of the ship now, immediately, immediately!"

However, Lord Beckett, who has been watched by everyone in the port at the moment, stood on the side of the ship, while reluctantly maintaining a smile on his face, he nodded at those people with unfriendly eyes, and cursed in a low voice:

"Do you remember who saved you from the gallows!?

Do you know how much it cost me to be allowed to enter the port at this point in time! ?

I don't want us to be sunk as pirates by these overwrought Spaniards because of you! "

"As you order, my lord."

Bowing and saluting, Jack shrugged and walked back to the deck with strange steps.

"You are the employer and you have the final say~"

"...I really regret it now, why didn't I watch him be hanged quietly?"

Seeing Jack's nagging look, Beckett couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said to himself:

"He is a bastard who deserves to be tortured forever in hell by endless fire!"

"I wholeheartedly agree with that."

A voice sounded beside Beckett.

"Commander James?"

Looking at the Port Royal Fleet Commander who came to his side at some point, Beckett said:

"I'm sorry that my urgent mission has disturbed your wedding with Miss Swann."

"The responsibility lies."

A gentle smile appeared on James' face.

"And it's just an engagement ceremony, not a wedding."

"From your professional perspective as a soldier, what do you think of the current situation in the port?"

Beckett looked at the Spanish army gathered in the port and asked.

"A very powerful fleet. It seems that the Spaniards have sent nearly half of the local fleet."

Brigadier General James looked around with his hands behind his back and said unhurriedly.

"Hmm...maybe there are some African squadrons (Note 1)?"

"Yeah, there are a few boats here that I've seen before in Africa—too bad I'm here now."

Beckett nodded and sighed regretfully.

"Otherwise, it's a good opportunity to seize those important ports in West Africa. Maybe we can wait for them to decide the winner..."

"But it's weird..."

But Brigadier General James interrupted Beckett, who looked around suspiciously.

"Ok?"

Beckett was a little confused.

"I didn't see their flagship."

Facing the doubts on Beckett's face, James expressed his own doubts.

"Ah, I'm sorry, this gentleman probably has bad eyesight, maybe he didn't see the big guy with the flagship flag over there?"

But Jack intervened in the conversation between the two at the right time, and his finger pointed to a large ship inside the port after drawing multiple circles meaninglessly.

"Ah, yes, that's a big one, but not enough for a fleet like this."

James pushed away the pirate with his chin on his shoulder blankly.

"In my opinion, the flagship of this fleet should at least be a new Spanish battleship, such as..."

"Such as the HMS Royal Philip, which is temporarily missing for 'maintenance'?"

Beckett instantly understood what James meant.

"Yes, although there are many ships here, it is not difficult to find that they do not seem to be in a state of battle, and there are too few soldiers on patrol..."

James finished speaking and pointed to the few soldiers on the pier who were patrolling back and forth, and then pointed to the huge British flag on the stern of his boat.

"And at the critical moment when the attack on pirates is about to start, merchant ships or even warships from other countries are allowed to enter the port?"

"You mean it might be a trap?"

Ignoring Jack who walked away quietly covering his mouth, Beckett's eyes on the Hong Kong pier became sharper, and he also saw the problem when James reminded him.

"Very likely, and an early sneak attack seems to me the only way for those pirates to win..."

After talking about what to do, he turned his head and thought about Beckett, and asked suspiciously:

"But I can't understand what kind of pirates can make the Spaniards use this method. My lord, I heard that you have seen them?"

"Well, how to describe it? I can only say that they are a gang..."

After hesitating for a long time, Beckett pointed to Jack who was talking to himself while holding a tripod hat because no one was paying attention.

"A pirate like him."

"..."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"My lord, although Governor Swan asked me to cooperate with you, I still don't think it's a good idea to dock here."

Seeing Beckett turn to leave, James added.

"That's right, being a lieutenant in a small colony really bury your ability, are you interested in working under me?"

But his opinion was only exchanged for Beckett's slight smile.

"Lord Beckett, I'm not joking!"

James upheld the responsibility of a soldier and looked at Beckett with a very serious expression.

"We should leave immediately. It is an honor to die in the pursuit of pirates or for the glory of the kingdom, but it is meaningless to die in the chaos!"

"We will leave, but only after we determine the outcome of the two sides."

"With all due respect, this is a very stupid decision."

James explained.

"The battlefield has never been a good place to watch a show—cannonballs never bypass anyone just because they are onlookers (Note 2)."

"Mr. Captain, you can rest assured that we will definitely leave before the battle begins, because someone has a way to track the opponent's whereabouts."

Beckett smiled and looked at Jack who had damaged a wooden decoration and was trying to put it back before being discovered:

"Commander James, what do you want most in your heart?"

..............................

"Sir, the follow-up fleet has arrived."

After getting permission to enter, the first officer walked into the cabin and reported.

"Very well, signal them to drop anchor, and then send someone to send them fishing nets, shields, and maces."

After speaking, Earl Arlanda looked strangely at the first officer who did not leave to deliver his orders, and asked suspiciously:

"what happened?"

"Your Excellency Commander...the soldiers are asking..."

The first mate's answer was a little hesitant, but he still asked his question:

"Why are we waiting here?

Why are we splitting the fleet in two?

Why are we waiting here instead of retaking Havana directly after rallying?

Why are we... ah... sorry, Commander. "

When the first officer was halfway through the question, he suddenly remembered the identity of the person in front of him, and he quickly apologized.

"No need to apologize, Mate.

This is a good thing. Questions lead to thinking, and thinking leads to wisdom.

A man who only knows to carry out orders unconditionally may be a qualified crew member, but he is not just a qualified first officer. "

Aranda responded to the first officer's rudeness with a smile:

"Then let's assume that if you are the fleet commander... don't be nervous, I don't mean anything else, you can treat this as a small game.

If you were the commander of the fleet, what would you do now?

Go ahead and be brave. "

"Uh... I will join the rest of the fleet in Belize Harbor, and then regain Havana with absolute force..."

The first mate hesitated and expressed his plan.

"Then fuck all the pirates in Hava City, and prove to anyone who watches us that our crows are still strong!"

"How can we be sure that we will succeed in retaking Havana?"

Aranda asked.

"We have more than 1 soldiers! We have the strongest warships in Europe leading a fleet of thirty warships! We..."

The first mate showed an expression of disbelief.

"Hold... sorry, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, okay, so if you were the pirates occupying Havana, what would you do in the face of our fleet?"

Aranda sat down and tapped the chart of the Caribbean Sea on the table and asked.

"Ask for our forgiveness!"

The first officer answered without hesitation.

"The current situation is that even if they surrender, we will not accept it—in order to wash away the shame of the kingdom, we will only hang them on the gallows one by one.

Do you think a fool who asks our forgiveness to live can take Havana? "

Not satisfied with the answer, Aranda shook his head and explained.

"Perhaps you should put yourself in the pirate position a little more

—For example, filming a plan for the pirates that they can win. "

"Victory... against the forts of Havana?

No, although we may have to pay a little price, the difference in strength between the two sides is too great. There is no chance of winning by defending against pirates. We can also land outside the fort.

Moreover, there should be quite a few people in the port who are still loyal to the king. With their cooperation, our attack is much easier. "

After a period of contemplation accompanied by murmurs, the first officer suddenly asked:

"So... run away?

My lord, do you want to avoid losses and wait for the pirates to escape by themselves? "

83. Chess game

"My lord, do you want to avoid losses and wait for the pirates to escape by themselves?"

The chief mate's problem is also the problem of most people in the fleet at present-does the dignified Spanish soldier actually want to watch a group of pirates slip away in front of his eyes?

"No, with such disgrace, with such an army, only to let the pirates flee with the wealth they stole?

The king will not be satisfied with this result, the subjects will not be satisfied with this result, and I will not be satisfied with this result either!

For the honor of Spain, no amount of sacrifice or loss is a problem—the shame of blood must be repaid with blood! "

After hearing the first mate's question, Aranda stood up and punched the table.

But then he immediately realized his gaffe, he sat down again and slowed down his tone:

"And if the pirates are really afraid of us, then they will only plunder Havana and enjoy the wealth incognito, but they will not occupy Havana.

Mr. First Mate, please imagine more boldly. For example, you can assume that all the pirates under your command are devils from hell. "

"...Mr. Earl, this is blasphemy! (Note 1)"

The first mate, who hadn't fully recovered from the shock caused by the Earl's gaffe just now, said with a frown.

"But we are ready to fight the enemies of God."

Aranda took out the cross from her collar and kissed it lightly, then asked:

"Anyway, the entire fleet will be notified later, why do you think I ordered the distribution of fishing nets and shields instead of fire/guns?"

"Could it be..."

The first officer began to cross himself with his fingers.

"Yes, we are about to face a group of blasphemers who exchanged their right to enter heaven for immortality!"

Aranda continued with his questions.

"So what would you do if you were them?"

"Big...adult..."

But this time, his question was not immediately answered.

"Mr. Chief Mate, are you afraid?"

"No... sir! God's warriors fear nothing!"

The first mate also took out his cross and kissed it with some excitement and asked.

"Then the Power Defiler should... attack us?

Lord Earl!Are you saying they will take the initiative to attack us! ? "

"Yes, that's what they did last time!"

Aranda nodded, looking at the location marked Havana on the chart.

"They took advantage of our carelessness, struck our weakness, and took Havana by that wicked force!"

"But... Your Excellency Commander, how do we fight against a group of undead?"

After asking a very misleading question, the chief mate quickly explained