Not even a decent formation.
This isn't a charge, it clearly looks like a rush to die.
Cole leisurely drew his command sword, lightly tapping the tip on the sea chart table, "Don't let filthy things get close."
His tone was like ordering the sailors to scrub the deck, "Free fire, send them off."
"Boom——!"
Immediately followed by the second shot, the third shot...
The twelve vanguard ships acted like a cold execution squad, with their side cannons firing one by one.
The sound was rhythmic, bang, bang, bang, with a mechanical sense of rhythm.
The high-explosive bullets carved orange-red arcs through the mist, diving into that pile of rotten wood.
There were no tentative exchanges.
A cannonball plunged into the hold of a pirate ship, and after a muffled explosion, the entire ship burst from the inside like a blown-up balloon.
