"Oh la la la la!!!!"

A loud bang accompanied by broken bones, howling and screaming, Steglin's shackle swept on a knife set up by a sailor, and one chain slashed the long knife in half.

The knife-holder flew backwards with blood spitting out. The musketeer on the stern house moved the barrel over. Before he could aim, he saw several pirates holding round shields moving up and erecting shields to protect Steglin.

Some sailors unwillingly fired a few shots at the shield wall, but like before, the lead bullet that could penetrate thin iron sheets was completely useless to use this Viking-style leather shield wrapped in a composite thick fur.

The lead bullet was embedded in the fluffy hair, and the following was gone with just a puff.

Steglin comfortably expressed his comfort in his heart with a long whistle to the sky.

He discovered that the high proportion of shield hands of the Pirates successfully suppressed the powerful lethality of Drake's entire firearm troops at mid-range on the defensive surface. There was no room for long-distance combat in the platoon battle, and the close range... Drakes were not the pirates' opponents at all.

I think Bonet and Julius are also enjoying this unexpected little advantage. The gun bay is narrower and closer than the main deck. Once the musket loses its function, the poor sailors can't even find the direction to escape.

He waved the chain in his hand violently: "Go closer to me! Let's go..."

"Captain! Captain Steglin!" An empty-handed pirate ran over from the bow, with blood-colored face and panting, "Captain, the regiment commander wants you to organize ten more people and provide more shields, and I want to take them to the artillery cabin."

"More shields?"

The entire pirates are all soldiers on the board, especially when they are doing their best. In addition to leaving the minimum manual control of the ship, the remaining manpower will be added to the board.

Bonett had only taken away twenty people before, more than thirty people were left on the Eriksen to train the ship, and more than a dozen guns suppressed the musket team on the stern of Alvet.

If we include the more than 20 people who were knocked down or cut down, there are still 150 or 60 people under Steglin, who occupies a comprehensive advantage from number of people to combat power in all parts of the main deck, and there is absolutely no manpower.

He just couldn't figure it out. It was because the gun cabin was not suitable for human deployment that Bonet only brought twenty people out of the cabin. Why did he need to add people in a short while?

And there are many shields...

Could it be that Drake's new boat just looks slim on the outside but is actually very spacious in the belly?

Steglin grabbed his hair irritably.

He is not the kind of smart person who is good at independent thinking. Even the unwise Leif could laugh at him for only growing muscles but not having a brain, which shows his "righteousness".

But this time he is the deck commander after all. The commander's order must be executed, and the deep meaning behind the order must be...

"Captain!" The white-faced pirate urged anxiously, "The leader wants you to organize people immediately!"

"Ah? Ohoh! Then who would bring ten people, a little more sword and shield hands, and go down the cannon cabin to help the regiment commander."

The pirate who was clicked immediately ran away with a pale face. There was no need to deliberately collect people. Anyway, the entire deck was full of pirates, and at least one-third of them were shields. Before getting off the cabin, they could find only ten people.

Steglin gave up his interrupted thinking simply and threw the whole story of Bonet's pulling out his hands behind his head. He lifted the chain and waved it violently.

"Go closer to me, capture the stern, and kill!"

"kill!"

The pirates near the mainmast forced their enemies to retreat and moved closer to Steglin. They soon gathered more than 50 people. Under the leadership of Steglin, they attacked the restaurant door that Captain Frane was defending.

The offensive was unstoppable.

The pirates were knocked down with only three people outside the restaurant hatched, and they connected with the defensive force organized by Frane outside the restaurant.

Drake's defense in this confidant's important place was much more orderly than on the deck. He had muskets covering his head and a stern behind him. The injured were sent into the cabin to be placed, and the new staff were quickly replenished. Although the individual soldiers were still not as strong as the pirates on the Erikson, at least they were advanced and retreated in moderation and were no longer as easy to collapse as before.

The pirates' offense stopped here.

Seeing that his subordinates could not open the gap, Steglin waved his hand to separate the crowd, staring at Captain Frane, who was forgot to dispatch in the sailor group.

"Just kill you..." Steglin was ready to charge...

"Captain! Captain Steglin!"

The white-faced pirate came again, still with no blood on his face, panting, and alone.

Steglin, who had almost jumped up, almost failed to fall.

He turned around angrily: "Why is it you again!"

"Uh..." Faye Bai found that this question was really difficult to answer, "Captain, the leader wants you to organize twenty people, at least half of them need shield hands. The remaining ones, the more guns, the better. I will take them away immediately."

"It's only two minutes... I'll have another 20?" Steglin was confused. "And what does it mean that the more guns there are, the better?"

Face Bai gestured to shoot: "Guns, muskets, whether long or short, have been picked up or just picked up, the regiment commander needs them."

"...Who, bring someone to help immediately..."

The pirates who were capturing the stern were taken away by Hulala, with insufficient shields and weak manpower. Steglin soon felt the resilience and rebound of Drake Sailors.

He was forced to take the pirates to withdraw the front back to the mainmast.

The battle on the main deck was already in a concentrated state. The Drakes gave up the forecastle, and the pirates had no intention of attacking there. The two sides used the main mast as the boundary of 110 to 70. Steglin gathered his hands together, and the pirates still took the absolute initiative.

The second impact on the stern!

The battle of just over ten meters was more intense than before. Steglin led the way, smashing the two young sailors with one shovel, and once again aimed at Captain Frann.

"Just kill you..."

"Captain, Captain Stocking Green!"

Steglin almost couldn't control himself, and followed his heart and smashed the full blown blow on his face and forehead.

"Tell me, how many people the team leader wants this time!"

"Two...twenty...and twenty..." His face trembled twice, and his face was covered in oil and sweat, but he was not scared by Steglin. "I want more shields and more guns, I want to take them away immediately..."

"It's another shield?" Steglin was furious. "The shield is also needed on the deck! If the regiment commander takes the shield away, what can we do to fight against the musket team on the stern!"

"Captain..." His white face trembled slightly, "We have suffered heavy casualties, and the shield has been broken for more than ten sides. You only need to face thirty muskets on it, and the gunmen on our ship help to restrain it."

"But below, there are about a hundred guns opposite us, and we don't even have a place to hide. If you want to capture the bottom cabin, you have to go that road... Captain..."

Steglin didn't hear the following words clearly. From the beginning of "the shield was broken more than ten sides", he found that the situation of the battle seemed to be a little different from what he thought.

A fifth-class ship had more than 250 sailors, and Drake was equipped with more than 250 muskets.

The melee defense line of thirty or fifty people can effectively delay the pirates' attack. If the remaining two hundred guns are transferred to the muzzle at the same time...

Steglin made a chill.

Even if he is not very smart, he can know his fate. The so-called Viking Shield, which restrains Drake's firearms troops, cannot stop such a rapid lead-bullet storm!

The leader has been silently bearing this huge pressure...

"Who! Order 30 people and go to support the team leader immediately! Be quick, be quick!"

The third wave of reinforcements has left.

The pirates on the main deck were weakened again, and the number was almost the same as Drake's sailors.

But Drake on the main deck will also be divided into Katerina's Musketeers and Franne's melee team. In the head-on conflict, Steglin is still strong.

What's more, this time, in addition to being brave, there was a sense of urgency in his heart.

Endless strength emerged from the depths of the muscles. Steglin raised his shackles with both hands, gritted his teeth, cut his teeth, and pulled Frane, who had no sense of nothing, into the target for the third time.

"Just kill you...oh lalala!"
Chapter completed!