Then, Shamrock swiftly retrieved several high-explosive powder packs from inside the ship's hold, precisely placing them at key points along the ship's edge.
This was a contingency he had prepared long ago—to buy time for the pirates to retreat and to secure his own escape route.
However, his expression remained grim.
As the New Navy's artillery fire rained down, the sea turned bloody and chaotic, and Shamrock knew that once the situation spiraled out of control, the pirates might not escape unscathed.
While preparing, he continuously observed the New Navy's fleet movements.
Clearly, their assault was extremely rapid, with artillery fire exploding everywhere, causing the pirate ships to teeter precariously.
What infuriated Shamrock was that these pirates lacked any ability to respond, completely thrown into disarray.
He took a deep breath, a sense of indescribable frustration and disgust rising within him—these fools, overwhelmed at such a crucial moment.
"With just these people..."
He gritted his teeth, a sneer appearing on his face.
"Without me, they wouldn't even have a chance to survive."
Just as he was about to act, a pirate ran up anxiously from behind him:
"Lord Shamrock, there are too many enemies, we can't fight back anymore!"
Shamrock didn't turn around, but calmly said:
"I know, retreat quickly, and take these good-for-nothings far away from here."
He waved for the pirate to lead a portion of the pirates to retreat first, while he quietly stepped forward, preparing to deal with the upcoming conflict.
He quickly stepped onto the deck, his gaze as cold as a knife, instantly locking onto the New Navy ship firing artillery at him.
In such a critical moment, Shamrock didn't panic; on the contrary, his movements were exceptionally swift and decisive, as if he had already anticipated everything.
He flicked his finger, then released a powerful surge of energy from within his body, violently raising the ship's canvas, forming a massive barrier that blocked some of the artillery fire.
"Boom!"
The cannonballs struck the ship's hull, a violent explosion creating a gust of wind, and seawater splashed everywhere.
Shamrock's expression changed slightly, and he quickly drew the sword from his waist without hesitation, his momentum like a rainbow, the blade slicing through the air, forming a powerful air current.
In the next instant, he leaped up, directly jumping towards the nearest New Navy ship, instantly landing on its deck.
As he landed, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and the enemies were stunned for a moment.
That figure, clad in black armor, with sharp eyes, carried a powerful pressure, enough to make any enemy feel oppressed.
"Damn it, fight back quickly!"
A New Navy soldier shouted.
However, Shamrock didn't hesitate in the slightest.
His figure was as swift as a ghost, his blade slicing through the air, violently cutting through the opponent's defense.
His strength was extremely powerful, each strike carrying a heaven-shaking killing intent, and wherever the blade reached, the enemies had almost no power to fight back.
In just a few seconds, several navy soldiers had been cut down by him, their bodies lying on the deck in a bloody mess.
"Just in time."
Shamrock muttered softly to himself, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
He had made thorough preparations for the retreat and the subsequent attack.
Although the enemies before him were not a real threat, the New Navy had a powerful organization and plan behind them.
To avoid being completely defeated, he had to end this as soon as possible.
But Shamrock didn't fully engage in combat, instead quickly taking advantage of the opponent's confusion, leading a portion of the pirates to break through the encirclement and begin to retreat from the battlefield.
This was the tactic he was best at—before the enemy could fully prepare their defenses, first secure an opportunity to retreat for himself.
......
As Shamrock led the pirates to gradually escape the danger zone, the situation on the battlefield continued to change rapidly.
The New Navy's offensive showed no signs of letting up, with artillery fire constantly bombarding the surrounding area, but with Shamrock's rapid retreat, the pirate alliance, although suffering heavy losses, still managed to preserve some strength.
"This time, we can't give them another chance to fight back."
"......"
Shamrock vowed silently in his heart, his eyes becoming increasingly gloomy, and that undiminished sneer remained on his lips.
As the New Navy and the pirate alliance fiercely clashed, while those alliance members on the front lines desperately fled, an even more complex battle was unfolding on other fronts.
The strategy orchestrated by the World Government was quietly advancing, with a clear objective—to attack the New Navy's transport routes, destroy its supply lines, and weaken its war potential.
In the sea area far from the main battlefield, several stealth ships silently sailed towards the New Navy's supply lines.
These ships didn't actively reveal their positions, but instead successfully avoided the New Navy's detection through clever disguises and the complex weather conditions on the sea.
Although the weather should have been calm, this sea area was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, like the prelude to a storm.
Among them, the captain of one ship sat in the command cabin, his eyes fixed on the route ahead, his face without a trace of expression, calmly giving orders.
"Five minutes to the target, maintain stealth."
The captain's voice was calm and powerful, as if the rapidly changing storms and conflicts on the sea had nothing to do with him.
The adjutant next to him also nodded, turning to issue orders:
"All crew members prepare, once we enter the attack range, immediately launch a sabotage operation."
At this time, the air inside the ship became heavy, and everyone's face was filled with focus and tension.
The captain knew that this operation was not only related to the direction of the entire war, but also to whether they could gain the initiative in this large-scale conflict.
After all, supplies were crucial to this war, and destroying the New Navy's supply lines would put them in trouble, reducing the duration and difficulty of the battle.
As time passed minute by minute, the captain reconfirmed the target, a trace of tension flashing in his eyes, but more of it was calmness and determination.
He pressed the communication button, his voice low:
"Prepare to enter the attack range, all crew members, prepare to face the enemy's counterattack."
......
Almost at the same moment, the New Navy fleet on the other side was advancing along a fixed route, fully loaded with food, weapons, and ammunition.
A large number of New Navy soldiers were busy sorting out supplies, completely unaware of the enemies lurking in the dark.
This route had always been the key to the New Navy's supply line, and each transport ensured the Navy's continued combat capability.
However, they didn't know at this moment that a hidden danger was approaching, and the World Government's elite troops had quietly entered the attack range.
"Target sighted! Prepare to fire!"
The captain's voice sounded again, and then, the marked target instantly appeared on the screen in the command cabin. His eyes flashed, instructing the adjutant to launch the attack.
"Boom——!"
A huge explosion suddenly sounded on the sea, and a torpedo quickly launched from the ship's sewer, breaking the silence on the sea and instantly hitting the front line of the New Navy transport fleet.
"Alarm! Alarm!"
An emergency alarm suddenly sounded on the New Navy transport ship, and the crew members ran around in panic, their faces filled with horror.
"Report, target hit!
The hull is damaged!"
The commander's voice was anxious, and the ship was shaking, almost losing control.
Although they tried their best to implement a counterattack, they were almost defenseless without preparation.
Another transport ship was attacked at the same time.
A large number of shells streaked across the sky and crashed into the sea, hitting the ship's waterline.
The hull shook violently in the explosion, and several turrets instantly lost their combat capabilities, almost directly capsizing in the waves.
"Continue attacking!
Don't give them any chance to fight back!"
The captain coldly ordered, ordering his crew to continue the attack.
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