In the short moment when the two ships intersected, the Spirit Ge Revenge launched two rounds of shelling. Even if the Fearless One showed its best level, it could only fire one round. This was the gap between an era. When the sailors of the Corrupt Kingdom were still working hard to clean the barrel, cool the barrel with urine and liquid, and load the gun with a medicine bag and a solid ammunition bore, their opponents were ahead of the era. The magic bronze cannon and the bone base below were connected to the basic undead unit, and they did something incredible at the time.

The Spaniards also followed and joined in the fun. Behind the fleet, a row of small boats lined up, risking being crippled by the storm to approach the Spirit Revenge. They cut obliquely across the center line of the hurricane and approached the ghost fleet from the rear right. From this angle the cannons on the ship were almost powerless to them.

At this time, the cannon positions on the ships of European warships were fixed. The so-called T-shaped tactic was nothing more than fully exerting the artillery on both wings. Only the side-chord artillery fire was truly deterrent. The several cannons at the stern were better than none. They were generally used to fire a sling ball to destroy the enemy's power. In principle, the bow position was not based on the artillery. When a warship used the bow to face the enemy, its only possibility was to hit the corner and attack it, and then it would take a jump gang battle.

But the Ghost Fleet is used to break the routine. The commanders of the Joint Fleet saw the Ghost Fleet madly raise the gun position of the artillery. On each warship, there were three or five guns raised and closed to form a triple turret. The high-elevation turret looked down at all obstacles, and the turret that could adjust the elevation angle and position was free from the limitations of the gun position. The Spanish commander finished all this almost like a sleepwalking.

The commander on the flagship of the Joint Fleet Fleet, the Fearless, wailed desperately. A Spanish veteran roared at the flag officer like crazy: "Let the children come back quickly, come back quickly!" He snatched the colorful flag from the flag officer's hand, and cried in tears to the opposite side, "Please, slow down, slower!"

But it was too late. The Ghost Fleet's turret opened fire to the right rear at the same time. The roaring gun body covered the veteran's pleading, and the rotating cone shells fired, showing its excellent armor-piercing ability. As long as one cannon landed on the deck, it could create a desperate hole on the ship. The firepower of the entire fleet poured into that narrow area, and each small boat was divided into four or five armor-piercing shells. Most of the ships were either smashed into pieces or broken into two pieces.

"Oh God!" The veteran covered his eyes and did not dare to look at all this. He opened his arms and faced the turbid tear of the ghost fleet. The turbid tears flowed down his eyes, passing through the old man's complex and unspeakable bitter expression. The next moment, an armor-piercing blasted through the air, smashing the area where he was, and blood plasma covered the nearby deck.

The two fleets circled around the hurricane at a constant speed. The joint fleet tried their best to let the flanks of both sides face each other to give full play to their firepower advantages. The Lingge Revenge and the Fearless were constantly driving opposite each other, approaching, with the muzzles facing each other, almost firing face to face, full of a battle of death and perseverance. In this contest, one side paid a flesh-and-blood gunner, while the other only paid some magic bronze cannons that automatically fired.

In this short moment of competition, more than twenty large coalition warships sank into the seabed, and warships above this number lost their combat effectiveness. The fleet of Fuguo's firepower battles was good at fighting, and three-quarters of the ships could no longer form combat effectiveness. Nearly 10,000 sailors were either crushed by shells or sunk in the cold sea water. Where everyone could not see, transparent water souls traveled through this sea area, ruthlessly strangling the sailors who fell into the water.

Soon someone noticed that the sailors struggling on the water were dragged off the sea one by one, and the sounds of crying and begging for mercy were connected. Du Xu stood on the observation deck of the Lingge Revenge, sneeringly watching the ships under his feet swallowing the souls of the sailors. Little bits of rune lights light up on the deck, and the places hurt by artillery grew silently. Everyone on the ship felt the joy of the ship spirit, and felt that it was growing vigorously like bamboo moistened by rain and dew.

Of course, the sailors have heard of this name. His ruthlessness and bloody cruelty have been topics about sailors from the European continent for a long time. From the Caribbean Sea, sailors from the New World are all anxious when they mention this name. Some people even fear him like ghosts and gods, and dare not mention his slightest information.

But even so, not many people regard this name as a terrible threat. The sailors who dare to hang out on the sea are all rebellious and bold people. Just relying on some storm from the Caribbean Sea is not enough to make these people awe.

But just today, they finally faced the legend. A young man with dark eyes and black hair, with fair skin and a little thin, like a nobleman lingering in flowers. At the end of July, news came to London Port, and a group of mysterious pirates plundered merchant ships near Turtle Island and massacred sailors visible on the sea. For the big merchants and nobles in London Port, this was not a big deal at all. By mid-August, I heard about the incident in the Caribbean. Dozens of ports were washed away, including corrupt countries, French, Dutch, and of course, the overlord of the Caribbean Sea, Spaniards.

In the era of global expansion and colonization, the Caribbean changes were certainly amazing, and the losses were also very heavy. Although the merchants in London and Amsterdam were heartbroken, it was only a small setback in the context of the era of global navigation! However, at this moment, in early October, this mysterious fleet and its owner had become a big rock in the era of navigation, and had the power to shake the times.

The coalition's dusk had arrived, and only dozens of ships of various sizes were floating on the sea. The broken decks, floating canvas, and some debris floated on the sea, allowing the wind and waves to be destroyed by the wind and waves. The bulky Galen ship "Balombe" landed at the tail end. The Revenge of Lingge cleverly crossed the wind and waves, drew an elegant semicircle around the center of the hurricane, and then penetrated the fragile tail of the "Balombe" like a quick knife.

The three-door turret facing the Baronby, and a volley shot at the target that was approaching him. A pointed cone-shaped armor-piercing projectile penetrated the Garen ship, and a shell even shot out from its front. The Lingge Revenge moved several feet across, and followed the Baronby around it, which was about to sink. Qiangzi stood on the starboard deck, and the sailors on the opposite side were desperately hanging cables towards the Lingge Revenge, and they were all blown up one by one in the air by him.

The powerful double guns showed his violent factors, and Qiangzi even grabbed the rope and swung around the opposite side, breaking several heads that could not dodge.

At this time, the Fearless and the Spirit Revenge Revenge were almost stuck together! Several strange creatures rose up on the Fearless, with the feathers and wings of an eagle and the heads of a lion, as well as the body of a lion. This creature, like the griffin in Western legend, sat several priests in choir robes, with their hoods, hiding their faces in the shadows, chanting ancient poems. The powder of sulfur, saltpeter and charcoal fell down, mixing into a viscous mist in the air.

Some people poured some fishy black oil down and fell into the viscous gunpowder mist in the air, exploding into a black oil cloud, gems, crystals and gold powder were sprinkled down by them, forming a dreamy and colorful rain of light. The power of the spell echoed in the sky, causing the response of the sea and hurricane, and stirring up echoes.

Du Xu watched them complete all this without any movement, which made the other party feel uneasy. It was not until halfway through the ceremony that he lazily bounced the index finger of his right hand. The black wings formed a dark cloud on his head. A large group of bats covered his body, like black fog and gray smoke, covering the black robe priest and griffin in an instant. A blood-red shadow flashed in the fog, and the dark golden patterns on the bat wings flashed by, and only screams from the fog were heard.

The unmanned oil cloud spread under the influence of strong winds and hurricanes, intentionally or unintentionally covering the Fearless and several main ships. Du Xu also took the opportunity to sprinkle some suspicious powder and transparent oil bodies into it, causing the range of the oil cloud to expand rapidly, but it did not lack density.

Just opposite the Fearless, Du Xu played with a bright silver agate lighter, exquisite handmade patterns, bright and oily agate, and classical design charm. He gently opened the lid, and a cluster of light blue flames remained motionless in the strong wind. In front of the crew of the Fearless, Du Xu repeatedly opened, closed, opened, and closed, so that everyone's attention was focused on this small cluster of flames.

As if tired, Du Xu did not close the cover of the agate lighter this time and let it be exposed to the hurricane. Du Xu shook the flame in his hand at the crew of the Fearless and threw it upwards.

"No..." A tragic howl came from the Fearless. The lighter that had risen into the air swirled towards the Fearless. The crew and generals were facing it in a row of guns. Becket rushed from the cabin to the deck, and the Western sword in his hand was nailed to the silver fire box, but it flew into the air under the most unlikely circumstances. Lord Beckett plunged into the sea without thinking.

The blue flame in the air unexpectedly touched the oil cloud in the air. The next moment, the flames burst out, and the expanded fire balls covered hundreds of feet in a radius. The scorching white flames burned everything they could attach to. The Fearless was also affected by this explosion, like the scorching white flame of the maggots on the tarsal bone, making it a large torch, and all the creatures on it were roasted to ashes.
Chapter completed!