Chapter 645

At 3:35 p.m. on July 21, 1786, the southeast intersection of the base extension line of outer juster island.

Three minutes ago, the target was locked in the first fleet and the sea position of the Bloody Mary. The crew stranded on the valkiri left the ship, and the [justice parade] officially opened.

Emmons hurried all the way to the poop of the nepton and knocked on Shaq's hatch.

"Enter." a deep permission came from the cabin.

Emmons tidied up his army, pushed the door and entered: "general, I'm back."

"Valkyrie... My stupid brother ran to be a hero again?" Shaq looked at the porthole unhappily. Valkyrie was leaving the window. "Chasing a whole pirate fleet with a damaged Valkyrie single ship looked like he was tired of living."

Emmons tried to suppress his smile. "It seems to me that Mr. President is living a happy life, general."

"Have a good time?" Shaq chewed the joke. "That is, he has a plan."

"Mr. President intended to watch the pirate attack on the island, but unfortunately, the survivors of the Morgan family sent the news and location of the robbery of the fury."

"If he doesn't know this information, of course he can be happy. Even if the design drawing is finally lost, no one has a grudge against his position."

"But after knowing this information, he must deal with it. Otherwise, once the news gets out, his negativity can easily be interpreted by interested people as Drake sitting idly watching the interests of Great Britain suffer. I agree with him on this judgment."

Shack raised his eyebrows and said quietly, "he's going to fight for those who want to fight to the end?"

"Fighting in the end is perfunctory. This may be the choice of most noble people, but Mr. President, your brother, with your understanding of him, will he really sit back and watch the action fail?"

"So what is he going to do?"

"Time is limited, and his adaptability is amazing to his subordinates."

Emmons always seized the opportunity of dogleg and felt the purest and simplest happiness under Shaq's calm expression.

"His plan is replacement."

"Displacement?"

"Replace the first formation he left on the north bank with the low-speed but dominant nipton and liurick, and assemble Drake's high-speed lineup as completely as possible to pursue and arrest cotton Jack."

Shaq's face finally showed a little smile.

"So the next thing we have to deal with is the pirates left near the island?"

"The Viking group 12 ships and the second fleet 15 ships of the cotton Jack Viking group are distributed in the northwest sea area of the island. Among them, the Viking group is fighting with Drake formation 1."

"Expel, replace..." Shaq stood up and thought for a moment, "tell Lieutenant Colonel Armani, break in from the center of the battlefield, combat readiness level II."

"Yes!" Emmons pounded his chest.

The work of reporting should be over. After all, the less enemy the more, and the strong enemy the weak. Although the task left to nipton is arduous, it is not complicated.

But Emmons didn't rush to the herald. He stood there, looking hesitant and hesitant.

Shaq's relaxed brow frowned again: "what else, Brigadier General Emmons. You should know that I hope we can get involved in the war as soon as possible."

"I understand, general." Emmons hesitated for a moment. "Before getting off the ship, the president said a word. I don't know whether to convey it truthfully..."

"My stupid brother... Is it a provocation beyond our capacity?"

"Like, not like," Emmons recalled. "He said there were monsters on the Viking flagship Eriksson. If you don't live enough, stay away from her."

Shack was silent for a long time: "he thought that monster had the ability to threaten the nipton with 800 people?"

"My subordinates don't know," replied Emmons honestly. "Combined with the scene when getting off the ship, I don't even know if this is telling us."

"Really..."

Shaq mused and paced in the cabin, one circle, two circles, three circles.

"Tell Lieutenant Colonel Armani that the upper twelve pounds are all loaded with shrapnel for war, and the command is up to me. No twelve pound guns are allowed without my order."

"Don't use twelve pounds?" the extent of Shaq's big fight far exceeded Emmons's expectation. "General, today the wind is high and the waves are fast. The middle and lower gun cabins in the mobile war can't be opened at all. If you take away the upper guns..."

"That's what nipton needs to consider. It's a headache for Lieutenant Colonel Armani, not yours," said shack coldly. "Moreover, even if he loses the upper and lower gun compartments, nipton still has 32 24 pound guns, 2 68 pound mortars and 14 12 pound bow and stern guns. It's just a group of pirates. I don't think nipton has enough firepower."

"Seal up the whole upper deck just for a good brother's word. I think it's just a reason for a group of pirates..." Emmons suddenly smelled a murderous spirit, quickly shut up and stood at attention. "Yes, general! The enemy is just a group of incompetent pirates. We are allowed to use the middle deck and bow and stern guns. Our battle will be as easy as an outing!"

……

Pier 29.

There was thick smoke in the north. It was the dying cry of the Briggs of the French navy.

The plaintive cry was too strong, and the thick smoke was dispersed by the strong south wind, covering a corner of waijuster, covering up the trace of the real plaintive cry of pier 29.

A cliff, wisps of smoke, from time to time, the shadow of human quadruped running out, aroused one or two scattered gunshots, then fell down and didn't move.

Pavlomus watched in despair.

He stood at the edge of the jungle with his walking stick. He still had the blood and injuries left by the breakthrough. He made a simple bandage in Lorraine, but didn't change his broken dress.

Royeri came up with a new dress and whispered, "Colonel, the wind is getting stronger."

"It's always windy today." pavlomus unfolded his dress and put it on his shoulder. "What's this number?"

"The 142nd," royeri replied, "79 surrendered and were sent to the dock for disposal."

"Attack hard. I didn't expect the French to be so stubborn. We don't have much time left."

"Time means..."

Bafromiu raised his finger to the Southwest: "the white flag was much more prepared than we thought. The first formation he buried in advance was engaged with bonette in the north. The first-class ship nipton of Great Britain in the South suddenly appeared and smashed the encirclement and suppression of the safe haven."

"Henry, the hound with high hopes, destroyed all the ships, and caused far less damage to valkiri than expected. We lured cotton Jack to set an escape trap according to the original plan, but he didn't know that he was going to hang not the half disabled female warrior God as expected, but a whole vigorous high-speed fleet."

Royeri looked tight: "nipton... Why..."

"Because the Drake brothers cheated the world with their superb acting skills."

Pavlomus laughed, covered his face, and laughed like a wolf.

"Fortunately, killing Baiqi was not the primary goal today. Hound Henry, cotton Jack and Viking bonit, these fools die and die, which will not have any impact on our plan."

"The only trouble is that at present, Bai Qi's strength is too rich compared with the first fleet of the cotton regiment. When he is rich enough to pursue cotton, he can free up enough strength to calm the island."

"The chaos will stop. If we don't deal with it quickly, we will eventually be exposed to the sun in broad daylight. This is the worst situation."

"I see!" royeri finally understood the seriousness of the problem. "I will take care of everything in 30 minutes, and I will never let the head's efforts in vain!"

Pavlomus nodded numbly, "I trust you, honey, all I can trust... Is you."