Brass Telescope (Monocular)? Origin: Istanbul

Equipment Properties: Special Plot Equipment

Equipment Rarity: Light Blue

Material: Brass, Glass

Attachable Device: Lanyard

Effect: Allows the wearer to see further, doubling the viewing distance.

Installation Location: Miscellaneous Items

Description: It is invaluable to every lookout.

Description: Or, if you don't think these materials are strong enough, you can also sell them to the Space to exchange for a large number of Universal Points or Potential Points. You can only choose one of the two.

Looking at this thing, Fang Senyan thought for a while, and asked a pirate:

"What's the name of that old fellow whose hand was just chopped off by One-Eyed Hogg?"

The pirate immediately said in fear and trepidation:

"I only know his name is Old Sea Dog, boss!"

Fang Senyan nodded and said:

"Call him here."

Soon, the Old Sea Dog, whose face was a little pale from blood loss, stood in front of Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan directly handed him the brass telescope:

"From now on, you will be our chief lookout. Although the value of this item is far from enough to compensate for your loyalty and sacrifice, please accept it!"

At this time, a large group of people had already gathered around, all looking over with envy. The Old Sea Dog took the telescope with trembling hands, and there seemed to be something flickering in his cloudy old eyes:

"This, this is a treasure that can be passed down through generations, sir, I... I don't deserve your praise!"

Fang Senyan said with a kind expression:

"I am very satisfied with what you have done, so please take it and familiarize yourself with its effects as soon as possible, and then go to your new position. You are now the third mate on this ship, and I need you to send someone to report the situation on the sea to me every ten minutes."

The sea breeze became stronger, and all the ships lowered their sails halfway. Even so, the shaking of the hull was particularly violent. It seemed that there was a mysterious force surging in the depths of the sea.

For Colonel Bass, he even wished the ship would shake more, because this would greatly increase the difficulty for those damned pirates to board the ship! Having fought two bloody battles, he had to admit that the pirates' cannons and ships were very dilapidated, but their spirit of not fearing death was really troublesome.

At the beginning of the battle, the three-masted galleon Riichigo commanded by Old Bass used its fierce firepower to continuously sink three pirate ships of the same tonnage, while the cost to itself was only a few hundred kilograms of gunpowder, lead bullets, and single-digit casualties.

However, as the scale of the battlefield increased, the two boarding battles had already caused at least one-third of the young lads under him to be killed or injured. And the most unfortunate news was that Colonel Bass's lads had not had time to breathe and bandage their wounds, and the third boarding battle had already struck again.

Although the Riichigo had achieved outstanding results in the naval battle, having sunk three ships and damaged three others, Bass, who was getting older, still felt overwhelmed by the large number of pirates who came one after another.

Suddenly, a sailor cheered:

"Good news, a ship of ours is coming to reinforce us from the west!"

The sea breeze howled. If someone looked down from the sky, they could see a high-speed three-masted sailing ship riding the wind and waves on the sea, sailing from far to near. A long wake was dragged behind its stern, and its sailing posture was even full of a fierce aura of advancing bravely and regarding death as home!

Bass took out his telescope and looked at it. Yes, it was indeed a standard three-masted galleon used by his fleet. How could those poor pirates have the strength to buy such a new and powerful ship? Therefore, Bass, who had rich battlefield experience, immediately ordered:

"Order our people to immediately prepare to break away from the contracted defensive state, and launch a full-scale counterattack as soon as our friendly forces approach!"

The friendly ship that rode the wind and waves quickly approached the Riichigo. The ecstatic sailors even risked the pirates' crazy strafing to clear a space for them to board the ship.

However, they soon discovered in shock and anger that those expressionless "friendly troops" who rushed onto the ship actually began to attack them frantically after they had accumulated to a certain number on the deck!

Immediately afterwards, a large group of ragged pirates with crazy expressions poured out from the ship's cabin, screaming excitedly and waving axes, sailor knives, nail hammers, saws, and anything else they could find.

The "disorder to defeat disorder" plan previously formulated by Fang Senyan was fully implemented! Use one's own extremely chaotic organization system to engage in close-quarters chaotic battles with the enemy! Counting the Sanmu Gou, this plan now looks quite good. Old Lancelot's Riichigo is already the third victim.

It is worth mentioning that after the previous battles, the pirate ships were directly sunk, while the Royal Navy ships were driven to a designated location outside the battlefield and then anchored. Of course, the wounded were also placed on the departing ships for treatment.

At this time, in this extremely chaotic naval battle battlefield, especially the battles in the outer battlefield, it is rare to attract the attention of superiors. And what can those who are not qualified do even if they notice it? It is normal for ships to be injured and leave the battlefield. It should be known that although human lives are cheap, building a ship is very expensive! Almost everyone has received instructions to prioritize protecting the ship.

Under the cruel "test of loyalty" system, a large number of captured British naval soldiers were also very simply and quickly filled into the ranks of the pirates. They were quickly driven to the battlefield, filling the front line, and playing the role of pioneers for the pirates. And Fang Senyan's manpower at this time seems to be getting more and more as the battle progresses, although the casualty rate in close combat is extremely high, it has already approached two hundred people.

Bass roared in extreme anger. The gold-inlaid sailor knife in his hand was already stained with blood, and even the refined blade had some nicks on it due to excessive killing, but the pirates in front of him surged in as if they could not be killed. And the brave sailors under him were also caught in the dilemma of fighting on both sides.

All of this was caused by those damned fake sailors! Without them, Bass would not have been able to engage in a head-on attack with these pirates at all! This old colonel originally intended to encircle these pirates and then annihilate them, so once he realized that the ones coming were not reinforcements but evil stars, he had to face the cruel situation of being encircled and annihilated by others!

Suddenly, a familiar face flashed before Bass's eyes. This face had followed him to learn swordsmanship, and logically should be fighting side by side with him, but the owner of this face raised his weapon with a straight face and no expression, slaughtering his subordinates. He suddenly roared in disbelief:

"Philip! Do you know what you're doing?"

Philip suddenly turned his head and looked over blankly. That numb expression made Bass feel that even the pungent smell of blood in the air had faded. Philip's gaze only stayed on Bass's face for 0.01 seconds, and then suddenly turned to a British sailor in front of him, roaring:

"Surrender, or die!"

The sailor's answer was to slash back with a forceful knife, so Bass saw this former comrade lean to the side, draw his knife, and chop down from above, while the capable sergeant under him was knocked down on the deck with one blow because he had taken too big a step, rolled a few meters, and then lay motionless face down, only bright red blood flowing out from under his body like a waterfall.

"No!!" Old Bass roared. He suddenly felt a huge force emerge from somewhere in his body, and the rapier he was holding in his hand continuously pierced the throats of two or three enemies in front of him, and then pounced on Philip like a tiger descending the mountain.

This old captain's swordsmanship was obviously very superb. His slender rapier flashed in the air and stabbed directly at Philip's right wrist. Obviously, until now, he still didn't want to hurt this comrade and proud disciple.

But Philip's sailor knife suddenly slashed horizontally, trying to parry the rapier. Old Bass's arm strength was surprisingly strong, and he crossed over with an agile step, pressing Philip back a step.

The faces of the two people faced each other through the crossed and bloodstained blades. Old Bass said with heartache:

"What on earth happened, Philip! That led you to betray our country. Do you remember the oath you made when you joined the navy? Put down your weapon, and I will ask Colonel Norrington to grant you a special pardon!"

Philip said miserably:

"It's useless, teacher. Let me tell you, Major Dakos died in my hands, Captain Madico's throat was cut open by me, and Major Black Jet's chest was pierced by my sword. Even the Queen of England would never forgive my sins."

Old Bass only felt a darkness in front of his eyes:

"You... what on earth happened!"

Philip smiled miserably:

"The Sanmu Gou encountered a demon, and more unfortunately, we stupidly angered him... This is our own fault. I'm sorry, Colonel Bass, I can't die in your hands yet. My life doesn't belong to me, but to those guys who believe in me."

After speaking, Philip waved his sword and retreated backwards. Old Bass was about to pursue him when he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of threat coming from the right. He hurriedly blocked with his sword in his backhand, but suddenly felt an indescribable huge force transmitted from the sword body.