Chapter 98

With a faint Ding, Lorraine cut off Velen's stabbing sword.

He gently raised the long bloody knife, hooked the tip of the knife to villen's chin, forced him to look at the porthole of the captain's cabin.

"See what? My beloved Velen Desai."

Villen's face was pale, pursed his mouth without hair, and tried to maintain his last dignity as an aristocrat.

He failed.

The privateering fleet belonging to France is fleeing in a hurry, and the English flying the flag of St. George are chasing with their sails.

There was smoke everywhere and the sea was full of debris. Those frozen corpses floated on the sea with boards in their arms, each with a strange smile, as if laughing at his incompetence.

These... Disgusting faces

He took a deep breath: "I ask..."

"Veron! You have today!"

Acharin ran into the cabin with a ferocious face. Without saying a word, he raised his short gun and smashed it on Veron's face.

Villen's appeal was interrupted by Sheng Sheng, and his whole body flew out, spitting blood and bumping into the bulkhead.

A wide range of pendants on the wall crashed down and forced him to hold his head and curl up without a trace of noble dignity.

Lorraine asked Wang Ye and Karen to take out the complacent acharin, rummaged through the debris on the ground and found a copy of the privation license of Desai chamber of Commerce.

"This seems to be proof of your legal behavior, Mr. Willen Desai."

Lorraine carefully pulled out the parchment document from the photo frame and slowly approached the flame of the kerosene lamp in front of villen.

"Now, it's gone."

For the first time, there was panic in villen's eyes. He trembled and shouted, "Lorraine Drake, do you know what you're doing! This is trampling on the dignity of the nobility! God will curse you!"

"God used to curse every pagan, as always."

Lorraine's hand was as steady as iron, and the instrument ignited a fire, burning brightly and blazing.

He looked at it quietly with his head tilted. He didn't loosen his fingers until it was almost burning. He watched the fire fall gently and fall into the long prepared silver bowl.

When the paperwork burned out, he pulled a bloody golden Louis from his collar, bent his fingers and shot it right in the middle of villen's eyebrows.

Villen woke up: "why do you do this? It's not good for you to openly trample on the norms of the nobility and kill me!"

"It's good." Lorraine hammered his heart, "you know? Raven wanted me to preside over his daughter's baptism. Unfortunately, I'm not qualified..."

……

It took place in 1778 and lasted nearly half a year. The continuous battle of CANTAB finally came to an end with the victory of England.

In the final showdown, Britain and France did their best.

England had a total of one Karak destroyer, 14 brigantin frigates and nine mixed sail scuna armed merchant ships.

Finally, six brigantines sank, four were broken, three were mixed sail scuna, and two were broken.

The red haired Sultan is broken, the butterfly is broken, the cattail is broken, and the shower is broken.

The tuna sank and raven shaughner, deputy commander of the combined fleet and commander of the second fleet of the Mindell chamber of Commerce, died.

France dispatched one Galen destroyer and seventeen brigantines.

With sufficient and accurate information, they won most of the decisive battle. Even if they finally withdrew from the battlefield, only three brigantines were sunk and three were captured.

But they lost the most critical caribou.

In the offshore business district level war, class 5 destroyers such as reindeer represent victory.

In fact, it was precisely at the end of the battle that Karen untied the butterfly and the reindeer.

Dragging three brigantin masts and disorderly sails, the reindeer hobbled into the battlefield. With only one shot at the French, the pirates who were still lucky turned their bow in panic, and their morale fell to the bottom.

Anyway, the battle is over.

Patrolling English ships searched for the last survivors in the smoke filled sea. Lorraine gathered all the captains on the caribou and put up a board on the side.

Villen Desai stood alone at the end of the board.

Lorraine took a bath in the gap, put on a tuxedo, put on a wig, top hat, bow tie and white gloves, and held up the sentencing document with the signatures of all the captains in both hands.

"Veron Desai, a notorious pirate."

"During the passage of Cantabrian route, he and his pirate group killed a large number of innocent English businessmen, and every pore was permeated with the noble blood of England."

"In order to safeguard the justice and glory of the world and to rest the English gentlemen who died in vain, under the witness of the gods, we have established a temporary parade jury at sea in accordance with the laws of England."

"Fifteen gentlemen unanimously ruled that the evil, savage pirate leader and his boundless and shameless gang were sentenced to... Death."

"I declare execution!"

When the sentence was pronounced, acharin pulled a heavy weight to suppress the ship's board. Villen opened his eyes and fell silently from the side of the ship. He fell into the icy sea of death with countless sharks.

Lorraine wearily put away his papers and nodded to the captains around him.

"Gentlemen, depending on your sacred judgment, the English will re dominate the order and justice of the high seas. We will erect a cross on the first reef on the return trip, and the rest of the pirates will be nailed there to preach civilization and dignity for England with their mutilated bodies, warn those outlaws in Northwest Europe and tell them that England's dignity is not violated."

"You are heroes!" he suddenly raised his voice. "I will deliver this sentencing document to the parade court in Southampton and ask the distinguished judge to confirm the legitimacy of this judgment. At that time, the whole of England will proclaim your sacrifice!"

Sparse applause broke out, forming a piece and gathering into thunder.

The captains looked at each other cheerfully, for they felt real glory in Lorraine's reserved compliments.

"There are rewards." Lorraine raised his hand, clapped and looked around with a smile: "we have lost a lot in this war. Mr. minder will bring compensation to the French on behalf of you. At that time, he will invite the chambers of Commerce of Spain and the Netherlands, perhaps Prussians and Portuguese, to jointly agree on a new order in this sea area."

"I assure you that it will be a new order presided over by the English, and it will be the new order we like!"

The interrupted applause sounded again, louder and more enthusiastic.

In a sound of praise, Lorraine stroked his chest and bent down to the captains in front of him.

"Return to your ship, gentlemen. I beg you to lead our victorious division back to Plymouth."

The sea sounded an exciting order, echoing and drifting away.

"Set sail!"

"Take in the anchor and set sail! The governor has orders, target Plymouth, set sail!"