On the other side, on the privateer ship of Nilfgaard.
"Why haven't they put up the white flag yet? Is it because they can't find it?"
"Are you planning to fight tooth and nail?"
Sir Henry Morgan Hearing his subordinate's answer, he snorted disdainfully, "Unless the captain of that merchant ship is out of his mind."
He became a pirate captain at the age of twenty-three and is now in his eighth year on the sea.
Ever since he obtained this decommissioned warship from the Nilfgaard navy from the usurper emperor Nilfgaard, he has never encountered a merchant ship captain who dared to resist to the end after seeing so many ballistas on this warship.
Although many people in the north have heard of the Nilfgaard people's cruel treatment of people from other countries.
But between dying early and dying late, most people will still actively choose the latter.
Even being captured by Nilfgaard people means a miserable slave life.
People, after all, they still take chances to some extent.
Others were captured as slaves and had to work in the mines until their death.
But what if I am different?
Sir Henry Morgan thinks.
This is what scholars call human nature, or human bad nature, or some other bullshit.
But none of this matters.
Even if the opponent is unwilling to surrender.
That doesn't matter either.
After they show off their muscles, the other side will naturally recognize the reality and surrender obediently.
"When privateers fight merchant ships, I have the advantage! Everyone has it, get into combat positions!"
Following Sir Henry Morgan's order, the deck of the privateer suddenly became busy.
Some crew members adjusted the position of the ballista.
Other crew members began to load ammunition for these weapons of war on the sea.
A brazier was also brought.
The large crossbow bolts they loaded for their ballistae were specially made.
The arrow is wrapped with tinder.
After igniting it, if it is fired at the enemy ship, it will ignite a raging fire.
Ships in this era were all made of wood, even naval ships.
Even if the other party immediately sends people to extinguish the flames, it will also tie up part of the other party's manpower.
Moreover, the burning flames will also cause panic among the crew.
It will have a morale-destroying effect.
Now that this tactic is explained, it seems to be ordinary and nothing special, but Sir Henry Morgan relies on such an ordinary tactic to become invincible and undefeated in naval battles.
Since the distance between the two sides was not far at this time, people on the merchant ship could also see the actions of the privateer Nilfgaard without the need for a monocular.
When he saw that those terrifying ballistae were aimed at him, especially the large crossbow bolts loaded on the ballistae, they were all ignited...
The panic immediately spread like a plague on the deck of the merchant ship.
"They're targeting us? They're targeting us!"
"We're screwed!"
"I surrender! Don't shoot arrows! I surrender!"
Although Lynn had just revealed his plan to the sailors, they still couldn't help but fall into panic knowing how powerful the ballista was.
After all, they are not the navy, but sailors on merchant ships.
At best, they were only mentally prepared to fight pirates, but they never thought of fighting privateers equipped with ballistae.
The captain tried to calm the sailors' collapsed emotions.
But most of the sailors were still scared to death.
It is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
But the more the sailors understood the power of the battleship's ballistae, the more they fell into panic.
Only Lynn was left standing at the stern of the ship, squinting and staring at the distance between the two ships.
Just before one's own merchant ship was about to enter the range of the ballista, Lynn turned back and shouted at Borch:
"Now!"
Borch grabbed the anchor and threw it out with all his strength.
The heavy anchor slammed into the sea, causing a splash of waves.
After dragging it for more than ten meters on the seabed, and after drawing out a large amount of sand, it finally hooked onto a seabed rock.
"Full right rudder!"
The helmsman beside Lynn hurriedly turned the rudder to the far right, until it reached its limit.
The bow of the ship, which was hooked by the rocks on the seabed, was first pulled down by the pulling force from below the seawater.
Then he turned to the right at an extremely fast speed.
Because the steering method was so rough, everyone on the boat could hear the overwhelming sound coming from the hull.
Many sailors on the deck immediately began to pray.
But fortunately, the worst case did not happen.
Although there are some places where the boards are warped and cracked.
But it didn't disintegrate after all.
"Tea, Vea!"
Two Zerrikania girls untied the anchor chain.
The merchant ship that completed the turn was like a wild boar galloping on the sea, charging towards the privateer.
"A bunch of idiots! What are you doing standing still? Open fire! Sink that ship!"
Under the roar of Sir Henry Morgan, the crew members on the privateer ship reacted as if they had just woken up from a dream.
Fire the ignited large crossbow bolt in one breath.
"Please step aside, Your Excellency. It would be more appropriate for me to come."
The helmsman felt pushed away.
Borch laughed.
Under his personal operation, the merchant ship miraculously avoided all bombardments.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
All those large crossbow arrows shot into the water, creating waves one after another.
"Be prepared for gang warfare, gentlemen."
The captain adjusted the captain's hat on his head and took the opportunity to yell.
"The gods of the sea are with us, boys, kill them all!"
The sailors, whose morale had just hit rock bottom, were ignited after experiencing the incredible giant turn and the miraculous snakeskin move.
I originally thought that it would be sunk just when it turned.
Unexpectedly, not only did he complete the turn quickly, but he was not hit by a large crossbow bolt.
Are the ocean gods really blessing them?
Previously, I fell into panic because I found there was no hope.
But now, they discovered that there was still a chance to give it a try, and these men who were seeking a life on the sea cheered up again.
Now it was the privateer's crew's turn to panic.
"Fire! Hit it! Hit it quickly!"
"No, it's too late to reload!"
"They're coming!"
In the horrified eyes of the crew, the merchant ship's bow slammed into the side of the privateer.
All the crew members on the deck of the privateer were knocked unsteady.
Several unlucky children were knocked into the water.
"Follow me, everyone!"
The captain took the lead and jumped onto the deck of the privateer, holding a sailor's knife.
He raised the knife in his hand and cut down a sailor who was just about to meet the enemy with one blow.
Following the captain was Borch, and the two Zerrikania girls who were closely guarding him.
Borch holds a cat-headed steel sword in both hands. He can draw the sword so quickly and dexterously that his enemies almost never have time to attack before he has already taken their lives.
Tea and Vea guarding him are also deadly roses. Although their swordsmanship is not as fast as Borch, they are still deadly.
Soon, the three of them were surrounded by blood and internal organs.
When the other sailors saw how brave the four men who led the charge were, their morale was immediately boosted. They also roared, followed closely behind the four men, and rushed onto the deck.
Although they have not received much combat training, this is the sea, not land.
There are only two outcomes in naval battles: victory or death.
Now, their merchant ships and privateers are like two lovers in first love, sticking together tightly and indistinguishable from each other.
At this time, besides charging, is there any other option?
Thanks to the Fish of the Four-Dimensional River for the reward!