Chương 1862: Battle of the North Sea (8)

"Damn, this cunning Chris, how can he run so fast?"

The leading brigadier general roared in anger, his eyes fixed on the direction of the doldrums.

The Commodore hated the Chris Pirates deeply and had been keeping an eye on them for a long time.

The Chris Pirates have been active in the North Sea for nearly a decade, bringing endless chaos and destruction to the local waters.

The navy of the North Sea hated them so much that they tried to wipe them out many times, but all ended in failure.

The reason is simple: Chris, the captain of the pirate group, is no pushover.

Not only does he possess extensive maritime experience and a cunning tactical mind, but more importantly, he is also a Devil Fruit user.

Moreover, the devil fruit ability he possesses is the animal-type owl ability!

What does this mean?

Whenever Chris encountered danger, he was able to spread his wings and fly away like an owl, easily escaping the enemy's pursuit.

This ability allowed him to thrive in the North Sea, as if the ocean were his playground.

Although the North Sea navy is large in number, they seem helpless in the face of a powerful enemy like Chris.

Except for the vice admiral and two major admirals stationed in the North Sea, the other navy officers were unable to catch Chris.

After all, if you want to catch a flying pirate, you must first be able to fly yourself!

For the navy, to achieve flight, they must master the Moon Step, one of the Six Navy Styles.

However, not everyone can master this skill, only a very small number of elite navy officers can master it.

And the brigadier general who was chasing the Chris Pirates happened to be one of them.

As long as the brigadier general can successfully capture or eliminate Chris, his rank of brigadier general will be promoted to major general.

This is undoubtedly a qualitative leap and a dream promotion opportunity for any soldier.

Because of this, the brigadier general started tracking the Chris Pirates two years ago.

He waited patiently for the best opportunity and did not miss any possible clues.

After a long wait and investigation, he finally felt that the time was ripe to take action against Chris in recent days.

In order to achieve this goal, the brigadier general took great pains.

He led his fleet, closely following Chris's pirate ship, and tracked it for three days and three nights.

During this period, the two sides fought many times, and fierce battles broke out one after another.

However, Chris has been able to dominate the North Sea for ten years, so he is certainly not an ordinary person without any strength.

Although the Commodore's strength should not be underestimated, it is not easy to defeat an experienced pirate like Chris.

However, although Chris has difficulty winning in head-on confrontation, he has excellent escape skills.

Whenever the battle situation was unfavorable to him, he always cleverly used the surrounding environment and the maneuverability of the pirate ship to successfully escape the commodore's pursuit.

In this way, the chase lasted for several days, and Chris's pirate ship gradually sailed towards the doldrums.

This put the commodore in a difficult position, because the two warships under his feet were old wooden sailing ships, which would face great risks when approaching the doldrums.

If a warship accidentally enters the doldrums, not only will it lose power, it may even be swept into the strong ocean current, resulting in the destruction of the ship and the death of people.

Although the Commodore possessed the ability to moonwalk, which allowed him to escape the doldrums in an emergency, the two hundred branch navy officers under his command did not have such a skill.

If his wrong decision resulted in the death of these two hundred sailors, he would not only fail to get a promotion, but might even be punished.

So he stayed in the sea 10, 000 meters away, his heart filled with fear and anxiety, and he didn't dare to move forward at all.

He could only wait silently, hoping that he could wait for the target that he feared to come to him.

Just as the brigadier general's face became increasingly ugly, suddenly, a loud noise like thunder came from the direction of the doldrums.

The roar was so deafening that the sailors could hear it clearly even though they were 10, 000 meters away.

"What happened? Why was there such a huge explosion!"

The brigadier general's face turned pale in an instant, and he felt a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.

This loud noise could definitely not be produced by one or two cannons. Only when more than a hundred cannons fired at the same time could such an earth-shaking sound be produced.

The marines on the two warships immediately became nervous. They acted quickly and began to stand guard on the deck and in front of the guns.

However, when they saw the cannons on the warship, their uneasiness increased even more.

These cannons are actually old-fashioned matchlock cannons that require manual ignition to fire shells.

These outdated artillery pieces have been eliminated in the New World and the first half of the Grand Route, but in the North Sea, they are still included in the navy's official equipment.

The military strength of the North Sea is a world apart from that of the New World and the first half of the Grand Line.

As Charlotte once said, "I'm already in the 20th century, and you're still in the 18th."

This gap is not only reflected in strength, but also in the level of advancement of equipment.

The commodore stood at the bow, slowly raised the telescope in his hand, and fixed his eyes on the direction of the doldrums.

He didn't blink, afraid of missing any details.

However, at this moment, the brigadier general's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

What exactly did he see?

It turned out that in the doldrums that was considered a restricted area, a number of warships appeared!

These warships were arranged in neat rows, flashing a chilling cold light, as if they were a group of ferocious beasts, riding the wind and waves and rushing towards them.

The brigadier general was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. He subconsciously put down the telescope and rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was in a trance and had hallucinations because of the high-intensity pursuit in the past few days.

However, when he picked up the telescope again and looked towards the doldrums, the rows of warships were still clearly visible and were getting closer and closer.

The brigadier general's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he realized that this was not an illusion, but something that really happened.

Where did these warships come from?

Why do they appear in such a dangerous place as the doldrums?

Countless questions flooded his mind, causing the brigadier general to frown.

On the vast ocean, rows of marked and numbered warships are like a well-trained steel fleet, breaking through the waves at an astonishing speed.