Reborn As a Pirate

　　 With a soft tink, Lorraine cut off Velen's stabbing sword.

　　 He lightly raised the blood-hung long knife, hooked Velen's chin with the tip of the knife, forcing him to look at the porthole of the captain's room.

　　 "Did you see anything? My beloved Admiral Velen Desai."

　　 Wei Lun's complexion was pale, and he squeezed his mouth without making a single glance, trying to maintain the last dignity of being a nobleman.

　　 He lost.

　　 The privateer fleet belonging to France is fleeing hastily, and the Englishmen flying the flag of Saint George are pursuing them with sails.

　　 There is gunpowder smoke everywhere, and the sea is full of debris. Those frozen floating corpses floated on the sea holding wooden boards, each with a weird smile, as if mocking his incompetence.

　　 These... odious faces...

　　 He took a deep breath: "I ask..."

　　 "Wei Lun! You have today too!"

　　 Yacharin ran into the cabin with a hideous face, and, apart from anything else, raised the short gun in his hand and slammed it in the face of Velen.

　　 Weilun’s appeal was interrupted, and his whole body flew out, spitting blood and hitting the bulkhead.

　　 The dazzling array of pendants on the wall smashed down, splitting his head and covering his face, forcing him to hug his head and curl up his body, without a trace of noble dignity.

　　 Lorraine greeted the king and Karen to take the triumphant Acharin out, rummaged through the debris on the floor, and found a copy of the privateer permit from the Desai Chamber of Commerce.

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

　　 Lorraine carefully pulled out the parchment paperwork in the frame, in front of Weilun, slowly, slowly approaching the flame of the kerosene lamp.

　　 "Now, it's gone."

　　 Weilun's eyes showed horror for the first time, and he trembled and cursed: "Lorraine Drake, do you know what you are doing! This is trampling on the dignity of nobles! God will curse you!"

　　 "God is accustomed to cursing every infidel, as always."

　　 Lorraine's hands were steady like cast iron.

　　 He tilted his head and watched quietly. He didn't let go until his fingers were about to burn. He watched the flame float down and land in the silver bowl that was already prepared.

　　 When the papers were burned out, he pulled out a blood-stained gold Louis from his collar, and flicked it at the center of Weilun's eyebrows.

　　 Velen woke up in shock: "Why do you want to do this? Openly trampling on the rules of the nobility and killing me will not do you any good!"

　　 "It's good." Lorraine hammered his own heart, "you know? Lei Wenwen wants me to preside over the baptism of his daughter. Unfortunately, I am not qualified..."

　　……

　　 occurred in 1778, and the Cantabrian battle that lasted for nearly half a year ended with the victory of England.

　　 In the final battle, the British and French sides tried their best.

　　A total of one Karak-type destroyer, fourteen Brigentin-type frigates, and nine mixed-sail Skuna-type armed merchant ships participated in the battle in England.

　　 In the end, Brigantine sank six ships and broke four ships. Hunfan Skuner sank three ships and broke two ships.

　　 The Red-Haired Sudan has a big break, the Iris has a big break, the Timothy has a big break, and the Shower has a big break.

　　 The Tuna sank, the Deputy Admiral of the Joint Fleet, the Admiral of the Second Fleet of the Mindell Chamber of Commerce, and Raven Schugner died in battle.

　　 The French side dispatched one Galen-type destroyer, and 17 Brigentine destroyers.

　　 Relying on sufficient and accurate intelligence, they occupied the winning position for most of the decisive battle. They finally withdrew from the battlefield. Only three Brigentine ships were sunk and three were captured.

　　 But they lost the most crucial caribou.

　　 In the level of war in offshore business districts, a five-tier destroyer such as the Reindeer represents victory.

　　 In fact, the reason why the battle ended so cleanly is precisely because at the end of the battle, Karen untied the **** between the Pansy and the Reindeer.

Dragging three Brigentine-class masts, the reindeer, whose sails were in a mess, staggered into the battlefield, and only fired a shot at the French, and the pirates who were still holding a fluke mentality turned their bow anxiously. , Morale fell straight to the bottom.

　　 Anyway, the battle is over.

　　 The cruising English ships searched for the last survivors in the smoke-filled sea. Lorraine gathered all the captains on the Reindeer’s ship and set up the planks on the side.

　　 Weilun Desai stood alone at the end of the ship's board.

　　 Lorraine took a bath in the gap, changed into a tuxedo, put on a wig, a top hat, a bow tie and white gloves, and held up the judgment document with all the captain's signatures in both hands.

　　 "Villen Desai, a notorious pirate."

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

　　 "In order to maintain the justice and glory of the world, and in order for the dead English gentleman to rest in peace, under the witness of the gods, in accordance with the laws of England, we formed a temporary jury of parade at sea."

　　 "Fifteen gentlemen unanimously ruled that this evil, barbaric pirate leader and his unrestricted and shameless gang were sentenced to...death penalty."

　　 "I declare, execution!"

　　 The sentence was pronounced, and Acharin drew the heavy object that suppressed the plank of the ship. Velen opened his eyes and fell silently from the side of the ship. With a thud, he fell into the ice-cold death sea where countless sharks wandered.

　　 Lorraine put away the paper wearily~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and nodded one by one to the captains beside him.

"Gentlemen, thanks to your sacred judgment, the English will once again dominate the order and justice of the high seas. We will erect a cross on the first reef on the return journey, and the rest of the pirates will be nailed there with their remains. Promote civilization and dignity for England, alert the lawless people in Northwest Europe and tell them that the dignity of England is not violated."

"You are heroes!" He suddenly raised his voice, "I will deliver this sentence to the parade court in Southampton, and ask the distinguished judge to ratify the legality of this sentence. At that time, the whole of England will extol your sacrifice. !"

　　 The sparse applause sounded, connected into pieces, and gathered into thunder.

　　 The captains looked at each other excitedly, because in Lorraine's reserved compliment, they felt the true glory.

"There is still a return." Lorraine raised his hand to applaud and looked around with a smile: "We have lost a lot in this battle. Mr. Mindel will represent you to bring compensation to the French, and will also invite the Spanish and Dutch chambers of commerce at that time. Perhaps there are also Prussians and Portuguese who have jointly agreed on a new order in this sea area."

　　 "I assure you that it will be the new order presided over by the Englishman, 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 towards the captains in front of him.

　　 "Go back to your ship, gentlemen. I beg you to lead our victorious division back home, and the goal... Plymouth."

　　 Exciting commands sounded on the sea, echoing loudly and floating away.

　　 "Set sail!"

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