After a while, George looked at the ironclad ship that had entered his shooting range, with an uncertain expression on his face.
At such a close distance, he didn't need any equipment at all. He could see the situation on the opponent's deck with his naked eyes alone.
That's why he seems so hesitant now.
Because in his field of vision, the other group of people seemed to be standing by the side of the ship, looking at the scenery.
If they really gave up the idea of attacking them, wouldn't he anger the other party if he attacked first?
Without knowing the opponent's strength, he really didn't want to take risks unless necessary.
But if I don’t launch the attack first now, what if the other party doesn’t give up the idea of attacking me?
If I don't attack first, wouldn't I lose the initiative?
As for Fannie and her group by the side of the ship, he naturally saw them, but he didn't take it to heart.
Just based on these people, they are not worthy of him being afraid.
What he was afraid of was the young man who was standing by the side of the boat, smiling and talking to the lady next to him.
And the silver-haired woman standing aside, looking towards them with excitement.
The former made his spirituality impossible to guess, while the latter gave him a strong sense of crisis, the kind that would lead to his death.
Should I really attack first? Should I really strike first? What if he really gives up the idea of attacking me?
What if?
George inexplicably felt a sense of luck.
"Captain! Shall we not attack yet?"
The first mate next to him asked in a low voice at this time. When George heard this, his eyes flashed wildly.
Never mind, just do it. What the hell, he’s a pirate, a famous pirate!!!
He didn't even dare to fight back when he was attacked. If this matter got out, how would he recruit crew members in the future?
No crew member would choose to follow a cowardly captain. He doesn't even dare to take action before the fight even starts. Isn't that cowardly?
George let out a long breath, no longer hesitated, and immediately gritted his teeth and said:
"attack!"
As soon as the words fell, the crew members who had been carefully observing their captain's expression suddenly let out a burst of wild ghost howls.
Why would you become a pirate if you are afraid of death? Isn't it for the thrill of testing the brink of life and death?
No matter how strong the opponent is, just hit him a few times first. If you don’t strike first now, you may not have a chance later.
Thinking of this, the sailors operating the rifled cannons quickly shook the joysticks, aimed the muzzles at the giant steel ship behind, and then pulled the firing rope hard.
Only a series of deafening artillery fire was heard, and one special artillery shell after another flew towards the giant steel ship at a speed faster than the speed of sound.
This kind of shell is specially made by them. Each one has a ritual formation engraved on it. Once it hits the target, it will directly corrode the target, even if it is made of steel.
Since the opponent gave up the advantage of long arms and chose to run into their attack range, don't blame them for shooting the ship into a sieve.
Just as they were looking at the ironclad ship with excitement, expecting it to turn into a sieve under their attack.
A translucent invisible light curtain suddenly spread outward from the hull, forming an invisible wall that enveloped the ship.
The shells that were flying towards the ship, after touching the light curtain, were like rotten tomatoes hitting the wall, creating a filthy picture in the air.
Their first round of volleys was inexplicably blocked.
The shells couldn't even get close to the ship, let alone hit it.
The sailors on the Prawn watched this scene with their eyes wide open.
Colter, who was tied to the captain's seat, looked at this scene and muttered to himself:
"Is this the invisible wall that comes standard with the Z-series heavy battleships?"
"Captain! This..." The first mate standing by the side of the ship looked confused.
George's face became more gloomy. He growled, "Keep going! I want to see how many rounds of our bombardment that wall can withstand."
On the other side, Eros, standing on the bow, looked at the shells intercepted by the invisible wall, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Are the ships made by the Steam Church so inconvenient?
This is a much bigger gap than that between military and civilian use. If Eros hadn't wanted to kill the pirate named George himself, he would have asked Undine to launch a specially made high-explosive bomb.
In the spiritual chaos of the Thundering Sea, where it was impossible to enter the spiritual world and hide, he guaranteed that with just one shot he could send the entire shipload of people to meet their grandmother.
Even if the opponent's ship was a special ship engraved with a spiritual formation, its fate would not change in the slightest.
Mainly, the Steam Church's stuff is just too useful for low-sequence frying.
Looking at the shells that kept flying in front of him, and watching them bloom one after another on the invisible wall like fireworks, Eros said to Vivian on the side:
"Are you ready?"
Vivian didn't say anything, and the expression on her pretty face instantly became indifferent and cold.
She was telling Eros her answer by directly entering battle mode.
Eros naturally understood what Vivian wanted to express, so he continued:
"Then let's get started!"
Without Eros's instructions, Vivian, who was experienced in combat, immediately understood what she should do.
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