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Here, no pirate would have thought that the navy of South Wales would take advantage of the darkness to catch them off guard.
Hastur stood at the bow of the ship, watching as nearly 800 sailors swept away every trace of pirates.
When it was discovered that there were so many extraordinary people who wanted to take advantage of the cover of night to escape or resist.
The gardener and chef who went to sea with Hastur, under Hastur's nod, also joined the battlefield with their own scissors and boning knives.
Even if the two of them didn't take action, the bodies of several Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 Beyonders were still very fragile in front of firearms.
A shot to the head or the heart can easily take away their lives.
Even a powerful shepherd like Mr. A would not choose to use guns and cannons. Bullets may not cause fatal injuries, but the recovery speed of a body that is constantly bombarded is far less than the speed of destruction.
Of course, the most powerful thing about such powerful extraordinary beings is not whether their bodies can withstand the baptism of artillery, but their high degree of flexibility.
This is the basis for their powerful threat capabilities.
The gunshots that resounded through the night sky continued until the sun rose the next day.
Except for some smart pirates who took advantage of the chaos and left with empty oak barrels, the other pirates on Damier Island were all here.
The ground was covered with broken limbs, broken arms, intestines and heads, like a hot pot meeting, all colorfully mixed together.
Up.
The strong smell of blood becomes even more obvious when the sun rises, making people feel nauseous.
Last night, at least half of the navy who was like a god coming down to sweep away the pirates were vomiting, and a third of them had secretly vomited. Only a few of them were pale and still trying to calm down.
There is no way, the power of artillery is far beyond that of guns, and under its raging, not many intact corpses can be left.
Some pirates who surrendered early were also shocked by this bloody scene.
Among those corpses, many of them had just drank and had fun with them last night, and now they had completely turned into cold corpses. Some of them could not even be preserved intact.
In order to survive, they knelt on the ground and kept begging Hastur, the highest status, for mercy. They had all kinds of begging words.
In response, Hastur said calmly: "Bring them on board."
The pirates who thought they were lucky to have saved their lives burst into tears of gratitude, and some even shed tears and cried with joy.
When they boarded the ship and saw the corpses of hanged pirates, panic and horror began to spread.
But under the aim of rows of black gun barrels, even though they kept cursing, crying and begging for mercy, in the end they all turned into hanging corpses.
It's not that Hastur wants to imitate his predecessor, the Archduke of South Wales, but at this time, he needs to give the increasingly rampant pirates a little shock, and at the same time, it can boost morale and confidence.
No matter how powerful a pirate is, he still has one head and two arms.
As long as you have a gun in your hand, everyone is equal under one shot.
As the pirates on Damir Island were cleared, Hastur naturally took back the wealth they collected as trophies.
During this period, the gardener who had washed the big scissors came to see Hastur and said that he had captured the leader of the Dark Hand Pirates, a Sequence 7 navigator.
How else to deal with it?
Also hanging on the gallows, and then arranging his body at the front, he should also be given some respect to the leader of the Sequence 7 pirate group.
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Before the ship arrived at Puning Port, word had spread that the pirates on Damir Island had been wiped out.
Many people came to the port and waited eagerly for the return of the navy.
Some people who had relatives in the Navy started to straighten their backs and speak loudly, telling uninformed people how different the Puning Port Navy is now, from the layoffs of the Navy to the expansion of recruitment, and then to talk about daily life. train.
It greatly satisfies many people’s melon-eating mood.
Klein was also a member of the crowd. He had no idea that things would unfold like this.
He was about to tell Count Hastur Campbell about the pirate group, but he didn't expect that the other party had already wiped out the pirates on Damir Island first.
I don’t know if the Dark Hand Pirate Group mentioned by Mr. Hanged Man has also been wiped out.
When the setting sun began to shine on the sea, the neatly arranged fleet finally appeared in everyone's sight.
When the fleet approached, they discovered that the pirate corpses were also arranged neatly and hung on the ropes.
Chapter 319 Hastur: Mr. Klein likes to take a shower
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The corpses of pirates were hung at different heights by ropes, with eyes as wide as fish eyes.
No one cares about why the pirates die with their eyes open, what they care about is the victory of this war.
Puning Port has been suffering from pirates for so many years, especially the businessmen who are doing business. They simply hate these pirates who are wreaking havoc.
In the past few years, due to the rampant pirates who robbed merchant ships many times, several big businessmen stepped forward and donated a large amount of money to eliminate pirates.
But the Governor who received the money never implemented the matter and kept making excuses to delay it.
Over time, they no longer trusted South Wales' navy.
Today, the returning warships greatly inspired the local residents. After a brief silence, there was thunderous applause and shouts.
"The greatest kindness you can do to pirates is to hang them on the gallows."
This was the sentence that Hastur left the deepest impression on them.
At night, the entire Puning Port is brightly lit, and all the pubs are offering discounts and carnivals. If you are a naval soldier participating in the war, you can even drink for free.
Every pub was full, and many people brought chairs and stools from home and placed them at the door of the pub, drinking and laughing.
"It's hard to imagine what the residents here have suffered in the past years."
Greste and Klein also suspended their investigation tonight and went out to find a less popular tavern to have a few drinks.
Klein ate half a piece of dry fried fish, drank another glass of beer, burped slightly and said, "The greater the joy today, the greater the suffering in the past."
Pirates are rampant, and the residents here have suffered from bullying for generations, and more or less they all have blood feuds with the pirates.
Greste raised his wine glass, clinked it with the wine glass in Klein's hand, and took a big sip. "When I lived in Backlund, I always thought that the seaside was suitable for business, and there should be places more prosperous than Backlund." Economy, but when I really walked out of Backlund, I realized that the seaside is hard, and the fishermen who go out to sea to fish for a living are even harder."
"Natural disasters and man-made disasters, tsk, especially when there is an incompetent person... Let's not talk about it, just drink."
Greste was obviously a little drunk and was much more sentimental than usual.
Klein shook his head and sighed, then turned to look at the lively scene in the tavern where people were singing passionately and laughing happily.
It was almost ten o'clock, and the tavern was still bustling with people, and Klein had no intention of staying up all night with them.
His wallet didn't allow it. Even if he split it evenly with Greste, he spent 1 pound and 9 soli in this tavern in a few hours.
This is a 50% discount at the pub tonight.
Klein stood up and put on the black coat he had just taken off, and half-supported Greste back to his residence.
While walking on the street, I heard a voice coming from behind me.
"Mr. Klein, I didn't expect to meet here."
Klein subconsciously glanced back and saw that the person greeting him was Hastur.
Greste, who was already a little drunk, was completely awake at this moment. He raised his head with a stern look, a bit wary.
"Earl Campbell, why are you here?"
"Just
I just finished drinking at the military camp and was thinking of taking a walk on the street, and I just happened to meet you." Hasta explained, and then smiled and said: "This is not a formal occasion, so there is no need to address me in such a respectful way."
"Mr. Hastur, you have only been in South Wales for three months, and you are able to train a navy that can fight pirates. It is really not easy."
The person who spoke was Greste. At this moment, he was no longer supported by Klein. His figure was stable, tall and unyielding.
Hastur said calmly: "The king has high hopes for me and asked me to come here just to solve the coastal defense problem in South Wales."
He glanced at Klein and Greste who were in high spirits again, smiled and pointed to a pub that was still open on the side of the street, and invited them to have a drink together.
Klein, who had drunk a lot, originally wanted to refuse, but Greste agreed before him, so he could only follow him to the tavern.
There was a square wine table with several side dishes placed to go with the wine. The other empty seats were filled with wine, half of which was taken by Greste and the other half by Hastur who asked the tavern owner to take it.
Klein sat between Hastur and Greste. He always felt that tonight's drinking party was a bit unusual.
Sure enough, before he had even taken a few bites of the wine and appetizers, Greste invited Hastur to drink several glasses of wine in succession, saying that Hastur was young and promising, was well-organized in the navy, and had done great work in pacifying the pirates.
This posture made Klein silently move his position back a little to avoid being involved.
He is an average drinker and will occasionally drink with Benson at home, usually just one or two drinks.
He has participated in several drinking parties at work, but he never drinks too much, let alone heavy drinking.
If he drinks like Greste, he will have a headache tomorrow. Extraordinary people are stronger than ordinary people, but that doesn't mean they are better at drinking.
Originally, Klein thought he could avoid it, but after Greste and Hastur drank to a certain level, they teamed up to drag him into the drinking room. In the end, he was dizzy and didn't know how much he drank.
In order not to get drunk, Klein repeatedly went to the bathroom to wash his face to sober up his stomach, and then walked out of the bathroom after the alcohol had subsided a little.
In response, Hastur said with a smile: "Mr. Klein seems to be very fond of bathrooms."
Such words made Klein's heart beat slightly, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Hastur was teasing or seeing something.
Greste also smiled and said: "The bathroom is a good place. When middle-aged men are upset, they like to hide in there to be clean."
Having said this, he looked at Klein up and down and said, "I believe that Klein definitely did not secretly induce vomiting in the bathroom."
Hastur also looked at Klein and said with a smile: "The bathroom is indeed very quiet. One can hide in it and do a lot of things secretly."
In order not to make Klein suspicious, Hastur deliberately made these words ambiguous.
Greste burst out laughing and winked at Klein, his eyes full of teasing.
Klein smiled and said nothing. He really didn't want to talk about this topic, even though he liked the bathroom very much.
After all, the bathroom is equivalent to Mr. Fool’s kingdom of God on earth.
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This
When Klein woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
He first rubbed his aching head a few times, and then took stock of his surroundings.