Seeing such a golden opportunity, Fang Senyan charged straight toward the opposite ship like a force of nature! His roar seemed to make the very seawater tremble: "Lasek!

Come out! A true Viking never charges behind his own men.

You're a coward who only cowers in the cabin, trembling. You've defiled the honor and dignity of piracy!

A woman's bra and skirt are the only attire suited for you!" The pirates before him, hearing Fang Senyan’s words, looked at him with expressions of terror and dejection, practically trembling and stepping aside to let him pass. Witnessing this, a Contractor who was clearly in a defensive role stepped forward, shouted, pulled out a shotgun, and fired directly at Fang Senyan.

But Fang Senyan simply endured the blast of buckshot, rammed straight into him, and with three hard punches, smashed the man until he was spitting blood and thrown backward. Fang Senyan then pressed his advantage like a furious tiger, charging straight toward that man, Lasek.

Of course, the other Contractors on the ship were not dead wood; they were also frantically attacking Fang Senyan. However, their attacks were subject to the 40% rule, and they were further mitigated by Fang Senyan’s near-maxed-out defense of almost 49 points in Vitality!

To top it off, Fang Senyan had his newly awakened talent, "Bulwark," acting as the final layer of protection! As a result, their blows against Fang Senyan were effortlessly deflected and parried!

They posed no threat to his life. Lasek, seeing the grim situation, immediately jumped overboard and fled into the water!

This fellow swam with incredible speed; even Black Brother didn't have time to stop him—he must possess equipment or skills that greatly enhanced underwater movement. With their leader fleeing, the remaining Contractors naturally saw no reason to hold the line, and they too followed suit by jumping into the sea.

The pirates who had come to attack, realizing their captain was indeed a coward, became deeply disheartened, and their morale plummeted. Lasek, meanwhile, was so enraged he felt like spitting blood.

These pirates were elite forces he had spent immense effort and funds recruiting in the previous world, relying on them to make a massive score this time. He had planned to use his superior numbers and vessel to overwhelm Fang Senyan, kill the enemy, and seize the ship; any pirates who surrendered could be used as cannon fodder.

He never expected such an easy situation to turn into hitting a red-hot iron plate! Since their boss had bolted immediately, the remaining pirates lost all will to fight.

After a few token resistances, they all surrendered. Compared to the grim fate awaiting captured Royal Navy sailors who were certainly destined for the gallows, surrendering to a powerful pirate faction was a chance for a life change.

In that era, a seasoned pirate was highly valued, so surrender usually just meant changing masters. Fang Senyan looked at the dejected pirates who had just surrendered and loudly roared without courtesy: "You bastards, idiots, ignorant donkeys!

You should be thanking me for my mercy, or severing your necks and tossing them to the fish would have been your only destination! Now kneel immediately and kiss the deck to submit to me, or the fish in the sea are waiting for a rich late-night snack!!" Hearing Fang Senyan’s shout, the Contractor Lasek, who was secretly lurking opposite, nearly spat out a mouthful of blood!

These pirates were the elites and trusted men Lasek had painstakingly cultivated in the last world. He had hoped Fang Senyan would take the spoils and leave him a few scraps, but with Fang Senyan roaring like that, it was clear he intended to wipe them all out.

At that moment, Lasek truly wished a pirate would step forward to die loyally for him, just to offer some psychological comfort. Regrettably, pirates in the Caribbean barely understood the meaning of loyalty.

As soon as Fang Senyan finished speaking, almost all the pirates immediately dropped to their knees and kissed the deck. Under Fang Senyan’s loud curses and direction, the now sufficiently manned pirates quickly got busy, carrying out another round of repairs on the largely intact sloop, jettisoning heavy items to lighten the load and increase speed.

Following a brief period of chaos, Fang Senyan rapidly assigned roles and gave precise orders to the crew. He possessed a natural talent for organization, and soon the ship’s order became perfectly methodical, with even the pirates controlling the vessel working with greater efficiency.

After about ten minutes of adjusting to life at sea, Fang Senyan had a solid grasp of every pirate on board—who was skilled at sailing, and who was best suited for fighting—it was all crystal clear in his mind. He began issuing commands incessantly: "Faster, faster!

Boys, the ladies are waving at you!" "Give me a report on the draft depth, Chui Ji, stop dawdling! Do you want to feed the sharks?

"Hoist that damned tackle! You have ten seconds!" "Aha, that’s it!

We’re starting to turn smoothly now, like a well-oiled hinge. I'm glad you haven't completely rusted over." "Then, full sail, bearing west!" As the large canvas sail snapped open in the sky with a thwump, the powerful north wind instantly filled it.

Most people on the sloop instinctively grabbed nearby fixed points as a sensation akin to a car flooring the accelerator—a strong push in the back—shot through everyone. Black Brother and Reef, lacking experience with this, both lost their balance simultaneously.

However, the former executed a neat backward somersault and landed lightly, while the latter suddenly exerted force with his legs, causing the sturdy deck planks to emit protesting creaks under the strain, yet Reef managed to calmly grab a stanchion. One of the newly acquired pirates tentatively inquired: "Captain, that’s the battlefield over there!" Fang Senyan declared firmly: "Indeed.

That is exactly where I'm going!" Less than a minute after saying those words, the small, fully-sailed vessel plunged into the thick of the battle with an air of 'success or die trying.' The fog that had shrouded their vision suddenly cleared. The battlefield was immense, with at least forty large ships, five-masted or even seven-masted vessels of a medieval design, locked in a desperate, lethal combat!

And surrounding these massive ships, an uncountable number of medium-sized three-masted vessels were caught in the melee, the sounds of cannon fire, shouting, and slaughter deafening! Because seizing the advantage in naval combat was a matter of life and death, the entire area was chaotic, and the battle lines were stretched incredibly wide.

These enormous wooden behemoths clashed violently, throwing up fire, smoke, blood, and brutal close-quarters fighting. Lives were lost every second, and every second seemed stretched to its absolute limit.

The sounds reaching their ears ranged from triumphant, smug laughter to raw, throat-shredding screams, but most prominent was the roaring sound of fire consuming wood and the snap of rigging. Although the pirate fleet held a numerical advantage, the quality was severely uneven.

Some pirate ships were converted merchant vessels with severely inadequate cannon placements; others were decrepit, their sails patched so densely they looked like they might rip apart in the lightest breeze! In stark contrast, the ships of the British Royal Navy were mostly uniform in model.

The standard military multi-purpose Norse sailing ships were ubiquitous, and even the lower-tier vessels were mid-sized North Sea sloops, differing only in size and capacity. As for the sailors, their training, equipment, and discipline far surpassed those of the pirate crews.

Their only failing was the lack of the pirates' death-defying spirit; once boarding action commenced, they often proved inferior to the pirates in equal numbers. The position Fang Senyan chose to enter the battle was excellent, sharp and swift, like a keen bayonet suddenly stabbing into the viper’s most vital spot!

Their entry point was precisely to the rear flank of where both sides were exchanging fire. From this direction, the pirates would spot them first, while the British sailors were essentially facing away.

Simultaneously, a prompt sounded in Fang Senyan's ear: "Authenticating identity..." "Authentication successful." "Contractor ID 1018 identity is: Second Mate of the legendary pirate ship The Flying Dutchman." "Contractor ID 1018, you have gained entry to the historical scenario battlefield: The Downfall of the Spanish Armada." "Contractor ID 1018, do you wish to pilot this sloop into the historical scenario battlefield: The Downfall of the Spanish Armada (Internal Conflict)? Yes/No." Historical Scenario Description: The Spanish sensed the threat of the Royal Navy and began attempting to weaken the enemy force through external factors.

Utilizing five thousand pounds sterling, the beauty and eloquence of Mrs. Gaspar, the proud, hawkish faction of British naval commanders gradually gained dominance.

The navy, centered around these arrogant hawks, began to ostracize British pirates, viewing them as unstable elements. The honeymoon between the Royal Navy and British pirates quickly ended, developing into an irreconcilable relationship.

At this time, Beckett of the East India Company and a promising young Colonel Norrington also began to rise in prominence... Unfortunately, The Flying Dutchman was under a curse, Blackbeard was obsessed with studying dark magic, and the freedom-loving Black Pearl kept changing its location, making life increasingly difficult for the pirates, forcing them to survive in the cracks between these powers...

This great naval battle was the final, desperate gamble made by the majority of the Caribbean pirates pooling their remaining strength! If they won, the Caribbean pirates could continue their wild, indulgent lives; if they failed, they would be reduced to fleeing at the mere sight of the Royal Navy!

This was an epic battle, a protracted conflict lasting nearly half a month, and a secret event buried in history....RO