Late at night, the sea is quiet.

There is no wind in the Bay of Biscay tonight, the calm sea surface is as clear as a mirror, and the sea and sky are facing two bright moons, which is so beautiful that people are intoxicated and obsessed.

Lorraine was still at the bow of the ship.

He closed his eyes, bent his legs, hummed an unknown tune, leaning his back against the Scott's crossbow.

The main arrow of the cable on the crossbow has been removed, and now it is placed together with the spare arrow of the cable, neatly arranged on the edge of the bridge.

The crew were ready, too.

The big guy, Cron, was walking on the main deck with his big hammer on his back and was strolling with a newly purchased cable breaker axe on his waist.

Henna stayed in the high observation deck, her jade-like eyes looking at the land, motionless, and looked like a sculpture.

While having dinner, Lorraine and the crew announced that there would be a battle tonight. The opponents of the battle were the Roma people, with uncertain numbers and unknown combat power. They also locked Pierce and Noah into the stern cabin on this ground.

Pierce was a little resistant to being alone with a witch, but as an English gentleman, he could neither object to the captain's order nor to protect the lady.

So, there will be no oil bottles on the deck tonight.

The group waited calmly or uneasy for nearly three hours. When it was almost ten o'clock, Henna climbed down the sail cable and leaped down and swung to Lorraine.

Lorraine slowly opened her eyes: "Come?"

"Five small boats, shortly offshore, four are fast and one is slow."

"It seems that Noya's three cousins ​​are not as united as they seem."

Lorraine patted her butt and stood up, and gestured to Cronbi. Cron paused suddenly, and her first reaction was... to take out the cross on her neck, shine it outside her clothes, and then start praying loudly.

Henna frowned and glanced at him, and whispered to Lorraine: "Do you think he and Noah can get along well?"

"He is an enlightened believer, but he is not used to his new partner yet, and it will be fine in two days."

"real?"

"Yes, because he can't find a better captain than me." Lorraine tightly tied the knife with Piso, and smiled sarcastically, "You don't understand white people. If he could give up even his salary, there would be nothing in this world that could stop him from staying on this boat."

The two of them whispered and joked, and finally the traces of the boat appeared at the end of their eyes.

The bow of the Beauty faced the land. First one appeared on the front of the bow, and then the other one was east. Soon two appeared, followed by the last one.

Kron's prayer is finished.

He strode onto the bow deck, his eyes showing firmness, like a blessed Saint Seiya.

He said in a deep voice: "Captain, there are only two boats at the angle of the fork cannon."

"I saw it..." Lorraine pulled away the noose with a click, and Cron leaned over and pressed the arrow.

Nearly three hundred meters apart, Lorraine pushed the turntable to aim at the boat at the edge of the shooting angle, and she did not hesitate to stimulate it.

A long buzzing sound!

The huge fishing fork shot out from the bow of the Beauty like lightning, hitting the bow of the boat with a bang, smashing the boards straight, almost knocking a third of the boat into pieces.

The boat began to sink, screams in the night sky, the Roma people on the boat dived in a panic, and the boat at the bow began to turn, hoping to escape the range of the fishing fork cannon.

Lorraine pulled the noose away again.

The second arrow is inspiring!

With a loud bang, the small boat that was eager to escape was facing the crossbow, and was bombarded in two pieces by Lorraine. Two Roma people were hit by the crossbow arrows, and they were smashed into pieces, and blood stained a large ocean.

Amid Mi Tian's screams, Henna quickly reported the count. Two rounds of crossbow arrows, two people died immediately, and fourteen people fell into the water.

Lorraine let go of the crossbow and took off her boots at the side of the ship: "Hena, you and Cron are here to deal with the other two boats, remember to kill less."

Henna nodded softly.

Cron said in surprise: "Captain, are you going to go into the water?"

"This battle is not over just killing the devil, my dear Cron." Lorraine's hand raised high, "For this kidnapping, Hennake and I planned it for three days."

With a long laugh, Lorraine jumped high and penetrated into the calm sea of ​​Biscay like a swimming fish.

Plop!

...

The Roma boarded the ship.

Centuries of wandering not only allowed every Roma to sing and dance, and to be enthusiastic and cheerful, but also made them accustomed to discrimination and persecution, and to calmly ignore accidents and deaths.

This is a kind of courage different from the Vikings, but the result is no different.

Lorraine's overly accurate crossbows did not scare them away. The two small boats outside the shooting angle still quickly approached the Beauty, which was anchored on the sea.

They threw the prepared hooks and climbed up from the side of the ship, and each of them showed agility.

Kron's cable breaker axe cut off only two hooks, and the Roma who had bit the dagger came onto the deck. He could only regretfully give up the cable cut and unload the sledgehammer to deal with the attacks of multiple enemies.

Henna, who defended starboard, was much easier.

She had eight red velvet flying knives. If Lorraine did not forbid her to kill, she could nail all the enemies to the boat when the boat approached.

And now...

Considering that such a handy flying knife could only be supplemented by Stavanger, she suddenly felt that Lorraine's real intention of not letting her kill was actually to put her opponent on the deck to facilitate the subsequent recycling of the flying knife.

She felt that Lorraine was very thoughtful.

Henna was very happy and glanced at the battle situation of Cron, and confirmed that the ship's crew was not at risk of being injured yet, so she had time to wait for all her opponents to board the ship.

The Roma who could sing and dance did not disappoint her. In just a short while, eight people climbed onto the deck together, and formed an arc in front of her, waving a dagger and approached carefully.

Henna turned into a gyroscope.

Under the peony-like blooming coat, eight streams of light ejaculated in one breath, piercing through the feet of all eight opponents.

The Roma people screamed and fell down.

She was not concerned about the results in front of her. After throwing the flying knife, she turned around and rushed into Karen's battle group...

Lorraine wanders in the shallow sea like flying fish.

The double knife is unsheathed and held horizontally on both sides of the body. It is the flying fish's wide pectoral fin, the legs are swinging, the soles of the feet are slow and powerful, and it is the flying harpoon-shaped tail fin.

It’s just that flying fish likes to jump out of the water and glide in the air, while Lorraine is only underwater, less than one meter away from the water surface, so there is no need to even ventilate.

He swept past the Roma who fell into the water, dived violently, and crossed the feet like a ghost. In a short while, he approached the small boat farthest from the battlefield and slowly floated up at the bottom of the boat.

This is a standard small Hedu wooden boat, which is in the same standard as the small boat used as the charge boat on the Beauty. It is 5 meters long and 1.5 meters wide. It is slender and has a pointed head and a wide tail.

Lorraine put away her knife, spread her big hand and gently hugged the hull, then exerted force on her arm and began to shake.

Hurry!

Hurry!

His shaking became more and more intense, and the people on the boat began to fall into the water.

The first one to fall into the water was a pretty young Roma woman. When she saw Lorraine under the water, she widened her eyes in horror and spit out a lot of bubbles.

The second person and the third person fell into the water one after another, and one of them was a man.

Lorraine pulled open the corner of her mouth and made a smile, turned over and pulled the knife, and kicked it on one side of the bottom of the boat.

This time the shaking was more violent than any previous one, and two people fell into the water at once.

They saw a ghost under the water, holding a long knife in his hand, and gently stabbed into the man's belly.

The bubbles mixed with blood gushed out, Lorraine lifted her feet and kicked him away, led the knife, and swam towards the second man in the water...
Chapter completed!