Without aiming, bulky ships are the best targets. The sailors hide in the cabin, fill in bullets, fire, fill in bullets, and fire! They only need to do mechanical movements and pray that death will not come to them in the next moment. ()

This is the most cruel song of iron fire and **. Every moment, the cabin is hit. Whoever's ship is broken first and cannot support it will sleep in this vast sea forever.

"Boom! Boom!!"

The cannon continued to vent its anger, and both ships began to become riddled with holes, and the hull kept shaking. Little Henry seemed at a loss under the roar of the cannon, but was rudely taken to the cannon and acted as a bomb filler with an extremely high death rate.

Wood chips kept splashing on his face, rubbing blood, and the smell of rotten wooden boards could not make his buzzing head clear.

Little Henry witnessed a gunner and a bomb filler not far away being hit. A huge solid ball knocked over their cannon and cut the gunner's body into two ends.

The cannon pressed the bullet filler down. It was Little Henry's friend who boarded the boat with him. Little Henry watched him gush out of his abdomen, and struggled for a moment and stopped moving.

Little Henry only felt his chest tight and his head was heavy, and he couldn't remember anything.

"boom!"

The cannon continued, and large decks and side strings were penetrated. Little Henry didn't know how long it took, but he only knew that there was a cheer above, and then the shelling gradually stopped.

Fortunately, there are a small number of places where Henry is located.

Following the crowd numbly onto the deck until they began to sail. Little Henry did not come out of the shadow of war.

Their ships were injured and killed a lot. The sailors, who were not in enough hands, were even busier. They sent away their dead companions and the unlucky first mate, who was rubbed by a chain blast and died on the spot.

Little Henry mechanically ran around the crowd, doing physical work to get started.

After being kicked a few times, Henry finally came back to his senses and looked at the sailors who were repairing the shaking hull. Henry sighed.

When he thought of his next life, even his life until his death, would be on this boat, struggling in life and death every day, a sense of despair surged in Little Henry's heart.

Navigation, death, navigation, death, never stop!

No! Such a life! Only despair! Little Henry quietly pulled the cables and tied them tighter.

I want to leave such a life! Little Henry swears secretly that he heard the captain's distinctive heavy footsteps, yes! Captain! Little Henry suddenly felt an unsuppressive thought in his heart. If I were the captain, if this ship was mine! Then I could sail to a place where no one could find it!

No one can find me! There is no enemy! Little Henry thought to himself. But unfortunately, he is not the captain.

Everything was just empty talk. Little Henry sighed in frustration and leaned against the eaves of the boat. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the sky boredly.

Suddenly, a black creature on the mast attracted his gaze. On the crossbar of the sail, a strange crow was quietly stopped. Little Henry came from the English countryside and could not tell the difference between this ferocious crow and other crows, but his intuition told him that this bird should be considered a type of crow.

It was so unlucky that little Henry spat secretly, and heard from the old man that crows often appear in the post-war wilderness, and eating carrion also represents ominousness.

Whoever sees the crow will get into misfortune. Little Henry doesn't want to get into such trouble. After glanced at the crow, he didn't want to pay attention to it.

But in a glance, Little Henry noticed that the crow's eyes were blood-red, unlike ordinary crows, which looked extremely terrifying. Little Henry shivered, it was indeed unknown, it was really evil.

He subconsciously wanted to throw these things out of his mind, but Little Henry was a little uncertain. Just now... he seemed to be interested in seeing it? The word "human" has not been humanized yet, and Little Henry could not describe what it felt like. He could only say that this is the feeling given to him by the crow, which looks very much like a personal one!

What a terrible crow, where did it come from?

Where did this come from?! Little Henry suddenly thought of this creepy question. There were no big islands nearby on the vast sea, so where did this crow... come from?! Suddenly, Little Henry's hair stood up!

The sailor next to him noticed the little Henry's terrified gaze. He looked along and immediately saw the crow. Some sailors coming and going saw it, stopped and gathered under the mast in groups of three or three under the mast.

There are not without birds on the sea. There are many seabirds near land and islands. Every time they stop sailing, they will fly around the top of the ship. These are old sailors. I have never seen any strong winds and waves, so I will not be surprised by a crow.

But it is precisely because they are old sailors that they know that there are no islands on this route! The voyage they are on is an important trade route, controlled by the declining Spanish Empire. It has been developed countless times and has been used for countless years. There is no undiscovered island at all!

And they were sure that no one would keep crows on this ship because the captain hated any birds.

The sailors were talking about it below, some agile, thinking that this would be a big opportunity. A crow means there is an island nearby, which may be a desert island, but it means wealth!

However, such people are a minority, and most of the people in this era are still very ignorant. More people think that this is a messenger sent by Satan, otherwise how could this crow appear alone in the vast sea?

The sailors became louder and louder below, and gradually they were in a tendency to start.

Little Henry hugged from a distance, and he felt that the crow's eyes were strange. He didn't want to get into trouble, he just wanted to be ignored.

"What are you all quarreling!"

A loud shout accompanied by a heavy stomp made everyone on the deck silent. The captain of the Tuna walked out of the captain's room with a look of irritability.

"What are you mumbling?!" he asked angrily, his thick and dirty fingers almost poked the face of the sailor next to him. He was in a very bad mood now, because he had lost at least several gold coins on the pirate ship, and there was nothing on the pirate ship!

"Wu...wu...crow!" Another sailor pointed to the crow on the crossbar in fear, and then shrank again.

The captain was stunned, looked up and saw the crow that was causing trouble.
Chapter completed!