Seeing this series of prompts, Fang Senyan couldn't help but recall the last time he experienced this historical script battlefield, a continuous historical drama. He couldn't help but look towards Reef, the two exchanged a smile, and then couldn't help but sigh: The last time they experienced the "Defeat of the Invincible Armada" battlefield, the two were strangers, even subtly standing on opposing sides.

In the end, Fang Senyan seized a great opportunity, while Reef's efforts came to naught. However, at this moment, the two were already comrades who shared a common fate, relying on each other for life and death, striving together for a single goal.

The unpredictability of fate is truly staggering. Fang Senyan arrived here, naturally intending to join this battlefield.

Without a second thought, the series of prompts was given again: “Historical Script Battlefield: Defeat of the Invincible Armada (Internal Strife)” “You have chosen to join the Pirate faction.” “The leader of the Pirate faction in this battle is Captain Sivale of France, the King of Mediterranean Pirates.” “You currently possess a small vessel.” “You have gained a temporary battlefield buff: Courage. Under the effect of Captain Sivale's roar, your melee damage and that of your subordinates is increased by 20%, and your maximum health is additionally increased by 20%.

This effect disappears upon leaving the battlefield.” “Fight! For freedom and fortune!” As the final prompt ended, the single-masted sailboat controlled by Fang Senyan maneuvered nimbly into the thick of the battle.

The waves were not too high at this moment, and the sea breeze was gentle, perfectly suiting Fang Senyan’s superior personal command and coordination skills. Under his precise and skillful direction, this single-masted sailboat darted about like a fish, continuously overtaking one warship after another, some already ablaze, others dangerously low in the water from battle damage.

The ease with which he handled it made any observer feel as if he wasn't steering a boat, but rather a master acrobat showcasing his marvelous, practiced skills while moving at high speed. Yes, Fang Senyan was currently searching for the most suitable prey, as his current strength was still too weak, and he absolutely could not afford significant losses when capturing a ship.

For these medieval vessels, with only three people, it was completely impossible to control them as if they were extensions of one's own limbs, let alone merely to operate them—unless they were titans like Blackbeard or Jack! Therefore, the first battle was one that permitted victory, or even demanded a decisive victory; there would be no second chances.

In an instant, Fang Senyan and his group zipped past several ships locked in fierce boarding engagements, but none met his criteria. Suddenly, Fang Senyan’s eyes lit up, a sinister smile touched his lips, and he roared: “Strike the main sail, veer thirty degrees!” Quickly, a three-masted “Galleon” ship, using both sails and oars, belonging to the British Navy, came into view.

This standard-issue British naval vessel was pinned tightly against an armed merchant ship, which was heavily battered and clearly belonged to the Pirate faction. It seemed the pirate ship had suffered heavy losses in a prior skirmish, leading to a drastic reduction in its crew.

The British warship was clearly attempting to seize an easy prize, moving in to board immediately, intending to capture the enemy vessel! The sailors had already driven the pirates into the lower decks and gained a significant advantage, clearly making the capture of the enemy ship only a matter of time.

Although Mogansha knew nothing about sailing, he instantly understood his leader’s intent from the look in his eyes—the way Fang Senyan gazed at that ship was as if he were looking at a stunning beauty. He immediately raised the Wasp pistol with both hands, took a quick aim, and pulled the trigger!

The Wasp pistol already had a long range, and amidst the clamor of the battlefield waves, the sound of the shot was almost inaudible. On the distant three-masted ship, two lookouts staring in their direction suddenly froze, then their precious lives were snuffed out by the dark-skinned man's bullets.

They dropped straight into the sea without even splashing. Perhaps due to unfortunate timing, the deaths of these two drew the attention of their comrades nearby.

By the time Fang Senyan’s group rushed to within fifty meters, someone on the ship noticed something was wrong. The remaining sailors, clad in red and white striped uniforms, began shouting hysterically.

Some raised primitive muzzle-loaders and fired toward them, while others ran about in a frantic manner. Overall, however, the situation remained relatively orderly, demonstrating the high quality and excellent training of the Royal Navy personnel.

At this point, Reef finally felt his heroic skills were needed. He strode to the bow, raising his shield.

The dark-skinned men immediately used him as cover, continuing their unrestrained barrage of suppressing fire. Fang Senyan deliberately allowed himself to be hit once to test it.

Without a critical strike, it seemed to deduct about fifteen points of his health. This number appeared shockingly low, but it must be considered that this was after the reduction from his evolved talent, Bulwark.

This meant the theoretical damage was actually over one hundred points. In fact, Fang Senyan was beginning to suspect that the spatial system did not account for this ability when calculating difficulty.

As a result, Fang Senyan was benefiting immensely from his talent across various factors. However, now was not the time for deep contemplation.

Seeing Mogansha exchanging fire effectively with the dozen or so sailors on the opposing three-masted ship single-handedly, the morale of his own pirate crew soared. The ship’s speed increased again, crashing through three or four waves in rapid succession as they charged directly toward the enemy vessel’s starboard side!

Since the opponent's ship was three-masted, qualifying it as a medium-sized vessel for that era, its gunwales were significantly higher than Fang Senyan’s single-masted boat. To leap from their vessel onto the enemy’s deck would require jumping down from the mast, and the mast could only accommodate five or six men.

Thus, for Fang Senyan’s group to approach and engage in melee, the majority would have to get very close to the enemy hull, jump, grab the rail, and haul themselves up—a process the sailors would certainly not allow. Ordinarily, this was the stage of battle where casualties were heaviest.

And at this very moment, the well-trained British sailors suddenly opened the ports/gun hatches along the side of the hull, then deployed sturdy, tightly woven poles, propping them out as if the surface of the three-masted “Galleon” oar-and-sail vessel had suddenly sprouted long thorns, aimed squarely at the charging enemy. They clearly intended to exploit the enemy’s smaller size and fewer numbers, keeping them pushed back from their hull and sending them reeling!

Finally, the violent collision occurred. Fifteen or sixteen poles pressed simultaneously against the side of the single-masted sailboat charging straight ahead.

The force of the charge was so immense that the poles bent into arcs. But if these tough wooden shafts absorbed the full impact, a single shove would clearly push Fang Senyan’s vessel away.

If that happened, achieving a successful boarding would be virtually impossible! By the time the main body of sailors, currently tied up fighting the other wave of pirates, could return, even the formidable trio wouldn't dare face their might directly!

After all, this three-masted “Galleon” utilizing both oars and sails had completely forsaken commercial features and could carry several hundred sailors! Keep in mind that even the attacks of ordinary soldiers could reduce Fang Senyan's health by 10 points.

So, calculating this, Reef would be fine, but Mogansha would be in mortal danger if focused upon. More importantly, this was the very beginning of their entry into this world; if they exhausted too many supplies here, would they be reduced to mere spectators for the rest of their adventure?

At this critical juncture, Fang Senyan suddenly charged out under a hail of fire, drawing his long saber that continuously emitted faint blue light. He swung it repeatedly, and several poles, as thick as teacups, were severed with a clean, sharp crack, without any warning, before being flung skyward by the tremendous force.

The boat controlled by Fang Senyan and his crew continued its breakthrough momentum. The remaining poles clearly could no longer withstand the massive impact force and also snapped with loud cracks after being pushed to their absolute limit.

Finally, amidst a screeching friction sound, the single-masted sailboat lurched violently before slowly mooring alongside the starboard side of the three-masted “Galleon” oar-and-sail vessel. Immediately, seventeen or eighteen grappling hooks were thrown out like rain, catching onto the hull to prevent the two ships from drifting apart again.

Reef had been agitated by the sustained incoming fire and was too impatient to wait for the ship to settle. He took a running start, coating himself in an additional armor of mental conviction during his run, and then launched himself in a powerful leap, grasping the enemy ship's rail, and cleanly climbing aboard!

Meanwhile, Mogansha climbed the mast of their own vessel, continuing to suppress the enemy with fire! With Reef yelling, “Charge with me!” instead of “Charge for me,” the remaining pirates stormed aboard even before the ship’s momentum stabilized, shrieking as they threw grappling lines to secure the two vessels even tighter.

After they had established secure footing and swiftly hauled themselves over the rail, Reef, ignoring the dense volley of bullets, plunged into the midst of the remaining thirty-plus sailors. He unleashed a soul-rending roar that threw almost all the sailors into a slowed state.

If the dark-skinned men still had their Spartan spears, a single volley would have reduced the enemy force by at least a third!