He watched Corus's retreating back, his eyes full of confidence.
"Vice Admiral Melason, aren't you going to act?"
Just then, Corus looked at Melason, who stood in front of the Marines, and said flatly, "Don't forget your orders."
"I know. You're in no position to tell me how to do my job."
"Don't forget your place, Melason... Vice Admiral."
Corus stared at Melason with a dark look.
Meeting Corus's gaze, Melason frowned slightly. He slowly raised his left hand, brought his cigarette to his lips, bit down on it, and took a deep drag.
Then he turned toward the sea, raised his right hand, and swung it down.
"Open fire!"
Since they were pirates, there was nothing more to discuss. He had no qualms about attacking them.
"Yes, sir!"
At Melason's command, the Marine soldiers hurried to load their cannons under their commander's direction. Then the commander swept his hand down.
Every cannon aimed at Kuta and the others, and all the fuses were lit at once.
With a thunderous boom, thick smoke billowed up, and dozens of cannonballs hurtled toward Kuta's group.
The commander did not pause. He ordered the cannons reloaded, and a second volley quickly left the barrels.
A third volley!
A fourth!
Only when the barrels glowed red and could fire no more did the commander stop signaling.
They were facing a great pirate with a bounty of 500 million. They could not give him a moment to breathe.
"One Sword Style: Thousand Birds."
They watched the countless cannonballs hurtling toward them from the shore.
The men from Bass panicked completely.
They involuntarily stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the sky.
Never in their lives had they seen a bombardment on this scale.
"There are only a few dozen of us. Is this