At 3:35 pm on July 21, 1786, the southeast intersection of the extension line of the Waijust Island base.

　　 3 minutes ago, the target of the first Fleet of Cotton Jack and the position of the Bloody Mary was locked on the sea. The master who was stranded in the Valkyrie left the ship, and the [Justice Parade] officially opened.

　　 Emmons walked all the way to the stern tower of the Neptune and knocked on Shaq's hatch.

　　 "Enter." A low permission came from the cabin.

　　 Emmons arranged his military appearance and pushed the door in: "General, I'm back."

"Valkyrie...Is my stupid brother running to be a hero again?" Shaq looked unhappy at the porthole. The Valkyrie outside the window was driving away. A pirate fleet, it looks like he is tired of being alive."

　　 Emmons tried to suppress a smile: "In my opinion, the president has a very happy life first, General."

　　 "Have a good life?" Shaq chewed the jokingly. "In other words, he has a plan."

　　 "Mr. President originally planned to watch the pirate attack on the island, but bad luck, the survivors of the Morgan family sent news and the location of the robbery of the Fury."

　　 "If he doesn't know this information, he can certainly be content, even if the design drawings are eventually lost, no one will complain about his position."

"But after he knows this information, he must respond to it, otherwise, once the news spreads, his negativity can easily be interpreted by someone with a heart to see that Drake is sitting by and watching the interests of Great Britain suffer. On this judgment, I agree with him. "

　　 Shaq raised his eyebrows, his face kept calm: "He is going to fight to the end for those interested?"

　　 "Fighting is a perfunctory thing in the end. This may be the option of most nobles, but Mr. Chairman, your brother, based on 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 ability to respond makes his subordinates amazed."

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

　　 "His plan is replacement."

　　 "Replacement?"

　　 "Use the low-speed but dominant Neptune and Leuric to replace his first formation left on the North Shore, assembling Drake's high-speed lineup as completely as possible, chasing and capturing Cotton Jack."

　　 Shaq finally showed a little smile on his face.

　　 "So, what we have to deal with next is the pirates who stay near the island?"

　　 "12 ships of the Viking pirate regiment, 15 ships of the second fleet of the Cotton Jack pirate regiment, distributed in the northwest waters of the island, among which the Viking regiment is at war with the Drake First Formation."

　　 "Expulsion, replacement..." Shaq stood up and thought for a moment, "Tell Lieutenant Colonel Amani, enter from the center of the battlefield, and prepare for level two."

　　 "Yes!" Emmons thumped his chest.

　　 The work of reporting should be over. After all, with fewer enemies and more powerful enemies, the task left to Neptune is arduous, but not complicated.

　　 But Emmons did not rush to send the order. He stood there, his expression hesitant, hesitant to speak.

　　 Shaq frowned again: "What else is going on, 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 while, "Before disembarking, Mr. Chairman also said a word, I don't know if I should tell the truth..."

　　 "My stupid brother... Is it another provocation that is overpowering?"

　　 "Like, but not like." Emmons recalled, "He said that there is a monster on the Erickson, the flagship of the Vikings. If you don't live enough, stay away from her."

　　Shaq was silent for a while: "He thinks that monster has the ability to threaten the 800-man Neptune?"

　　 "Subordinates don't know." Emmons replied honestly, "Combining with the scene when disembarking, I don't even know if this is telling us."

"Is it……"

　　 Shaq was pacing in the cabin ponderingly, one circle, two circle, three circle.

　　 "Tell Lieutenant Colonel Amani that all the upper twelve-pound guns are loaded and prepared for battle, and the command is up to me. Without my order, the twelve-pounder guns are not allowed to be used."

　　 "You are not allowed to use twelve pounds?" Shaq's aggressiveness far exceeded Emmons's expectation. "General, the wind is high and the waves are raging today, and the lower cannon can't be opened at all during the campaign. If the upper cannon is removed..."

"That's something Neptune needs to consider. It's the headache of Lieutenant Colonel Amani, not yours." Shaq said coldly. "What's more, even if you lose the upper and lower cannon bays, Neptune still has 32 two. Fourteen pounds, there are two 68-pound mortars, and a total of 14 twelve-pound bow guns. It’s just a group of pirates. I don’t feel that Neptune’s firepower is insufficient."

"The entire upper deck is sealed up just for the sake of a good brother. I think the reason for a group of pirates..." Emmons suddenly smelled a murderous aura, shut his mouth and stood at attention, "Yes, general! The enemy is just a group of pirates..." Incompetent pirates are allowed to use the mid-deck and bow guns. Our battle will be as easy as an outing!"

　　……

　　 Pier 29.

　　 There was thick smoke billowing to the north, it was the dying cry of the French navy's Brig ship.

　　 The sorrow was too strong, and the thick smoke that filled the sky was blown away by the strong south wind, covering a corner of Outerust, concealing the traces of the real sorrow of Pier 29.

　　 A rock cliff, wisps of smoke, from time to time there are human-like four-legged shadows rushing out, provoking one or two scattered gunshots, and then falling down, motionless.

　　 Pavloumu watched in despair.

　　 Standing on the edge of the jungle with a cane, he still had blood and wounds left by the breakout. He had done a simple dressing in Lorraine, but he did not change the damaged dress.

　　 Royeri ran up holding a new dress and whispered: "Head, the wind has become stronger."

　　 "The wind has always been strong today." Pavloumu spread out his dress and put it on his shoulders, "which is the first one?"

　　 "The 142nd." Royeri replied, "79 of those who surrendered were sent to the dock for disposal."

　　 "Strike, I didn't expect the French to be so stubborn, and the time left for us is running out."

　　 "Time means..."

Pavloumu raised his finger to the southwest: "Baizhi’s preparation is much more than we imagined~lightnovelpub.net~ The first formation he had laid before Bonnet was at war with Bonnet in the north, the first formation in Great Britain in the south. The ship Neptune appeared suddenly and smashed the haven’s encirclement and suppression."

"Henry, the hound hound with high hopes, was completely wiped out, and the damage to Valkyrie was much lower than expected. According to our original plan, we induced Jack Cotton to set an escape trap, but he didn't know it. What he was about to strangle was not what he expected. The half-crippled Valkyrie, but a high-speed fleet full of vigor and vitality."

　　 Royeri's expression tightened: "The Neptune...why..."

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

　　 Pavlo Miu laughed, covering his face, laughing heartily like a wolf.

　　 "Fortunately, killing Bai Zhi was not the primary goal today. Henry the Hound, Jack Cotton, Bonnet the Viking, these idiots died when they died, and it won't have any impact on our plan."

　　 "The only trouble is that Baizhi's power is too rich compared to the cotton cloth regiment's first fleet. Rich enough to chase the cotton cloth, he can free up enough power to calm the island."

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

　　 "I understand!" Royeri finally understood the seriousness of the problem, "I will take care of everything within 30 minutes, and I will never let the team leader's painstaking efforts be wasted!"

　　 Pavloumu nodded numbly: "I trust you, dear, I can trust...only you."