Chapter 37

"Rice buckets, a bunch of rice buckets!"

Zaker was furious looking at the devastated ship, scolding his underlings with spit flying.

"Zaker, why don't we bring the ship close and have a real fight with the Navy with swords and guns? Maybe there's still a glimmer of hope." The person speaking had a calm expression and seemed to be the brains of the pirate crew.

What he said was also very effective. Under his persuasion, Zaker soon calmed down.

"You're right, we can't sit and wait for death, we might as well fight it out. I want to see if the Navy can block my Wumaru!"

Vice-captain Lake looked at the pitch-black long sword in Zaker's hand, a flash of envy in his eyes.

He was also a swordsman, what swordsman wouldn't want to own a good sword!

The Wumaru in Zaker's hand was indeed a famous sword, one of the 50 Skillful Grade Swords - Wumaru. Relying on its sharpness, Zaker was able to make a name for himself.

"Little ones, bring the ship close!"

Captain Zaker gave an order, and the hull made a creaking sound, pushing toward the training ship.

"Oh? This group of pirates wants to fight us in a boarding battle! Are they crazy! Listen to my order, fire!"

If you can easily and comfortably solve the enemy with cannons, why fight a boarding battle? Anyway, Karl doesn't want to fight.

Close-quarters combat on land is unavoidable, but doing this at sea is a bit...

Wouldn't it be beautiful to wait until their ship is blown up and the pirates are flopping in the sea before taking action?

Bang bang bang~ The cannons fired again.