The "Silver Wing" no longer pinned its hopes on the vastly inferior firepower of its naval guns. It naturally changed course, adjusted its broadside, turned its bow, and raised all sails, charging straight at the two pirate ships on the wind like a knight in a charge.
In Evan's previous life, this would have been little different from actively seeking death. But in this world, it was an effective form of naval warfare. At the very least, it greatly reduced the cross-section facing the enemy cannons, and the "Silver Wing" was hit far less frequently.
Soon, the two sides could almost make out the faces of the people aboard each other's ships. On the "Silver Wing," the final personnel arrangements were being carried out in tense but orderly fashion.
Knowing exactly how much he was worth in a fight, Vice Admiral Snyder took his daughter and his civilian adjutants straight into the cabin, lest they get in the way of the combatants.
But Milan, the young master, voluntarily chose to stay behind and fight side by side with everyone. No matter what, he was still a formidable Peak Apprentice combatant. Though his status was noble, he understood that when the lips were gone, the teeth would grow cold.
Led by boatswain Chris, the main force had already lined up on deck with muskets in hand. Even at an absolute disadvantage, the sailors showed no fear.
It had to be said that the Faletis Kingdom had grown steadily stronger in recent years. Even ordinary sailors possessed the lofty spirit to regard ferocious pirates as prey.
"Hold steady, hold steady! Fire!"
Bang—
Bang—
Bang—
After the warship closed in on the "Shark Tooth," the two sides naturally exchanged a volley of lead bullets as a sign of respect. Before the musket smoke