News of the mourners coming to the Indian Ocean spread faster than they thought.

The victim after the one-legged Old Joe is Captain Peng Bawang of Mozambique. His Golden Sun was sunk and all crew members were buried in the belly of fish. Then it was the female captain Zheng Yue of Malacca. She fought to the last moment and failed to change the fate of sinking with her Suzaku.

There are also Captain Batis of Hormuz and Captain Ulutuva of Somalia...

The burning ships floating on the sea and the survivors who survived death acted as messengers for the mourners, setting up the rumored horror image step by step.

Dangerous and deadly hunters were rampant in the Indian Ocean, and the Portuguese Navy warships were surrounded like hunting dogs behind him. For a time, all the pirates were in danger.

Captain Messon's initiative in the council was supported by everyone: the captains decided to temporarily retreat to Madagascar and use the Free Kingdom as a fortress to temporarily avoid the opponent's crazy attack.

For the Portuguese and the mourners, the existence of the Free Country is still an unknown secret. However, Captain Messon believes that even if the position of the Free Country is exposed, there is no need to panic. He has absolute confidence in the fortifications he built.

The most urgent task is to eliminate Harry, the mourner and his gallows. They are difficult enemies themselves, and the support of the Portuguese naval fleet makes things even more difficult.

Just when the pirate captains were at a loss, Yousuf proposed a bold plan.

He decided to use his noble faith as bait to lure the mourners to pursue him.

Only by letting the Gallops move alone from the Portuguese Navy formations can the pirate captains have the opportunity to launch a siege on it.

In this combat plan, the choice of combat locations is crucial.

Pirates in the Indian Ocean have the charter mapper William, an ally who knows the sea well; in the eyes of the mourner, this is a completely unfamiliar sea.

"I have no objection to the overall direction. I just have to remind you," William knocked on the table and suppressed the captains' discussion. "The Sublime Faith is likely not to run away from the mourner's ship. As far as I know, the Gallop uses British manufacturing technology. It has four straight masts, low sideways, cross sails, low center of gravity, and the sails are large in wind, and can run fast even when they are against the wind." He added, "and it is also equipped with thirty-eight heavy artillery. Once caught, the Sublime Faith is likely to be bombarded directly."

When talking about this terrifying sea monster, the captains present gritted their teeth and fell into silence.

"So, I think it's necessary to carry out relay operations." The charter painter nicknamed Golden Trade Wind blinked Osuf, "I will lead the Fast-tooth Shark to cooperate with you to get more opportunities to escape."

It was light and the albatross glided around the sea boat. They followed the fleet along the way, filling the remaining food that the soldiers poured into the sea.

A figure reflected on the bright yellow metal surface. A chariot made of rose gold was carried in a tray. The young trainee sergeant held the sailors and soldiers who were standing in the eye and saluted to the commander.

He picked it up with his left hand and placed it on his right hand, which had only the remaining palms, moved his joints slightly, and felt his body slowly getting familiar with the metal.

The young sergeant leaned closer and said in a low voice: "The Spaniard is here."

The commander nodded coldly. The trainee sergeant understood and went down to bring the waiting visitors.

"Bar Mentus," the commander said coldly before the visitor could stand, "I don't care if you are a god of death or a mourner at sea, or anything else. Remember to give you a commission to hunt down the noble faith and its pirate captain, not to let you take us to hang out on the sea, satisfying your personal quirk of hunting pirates."

The pirate called the Mourner is tall and tall, with scars on his cheeks and some dirty and knotted brown hair.

He did not avoid or dodge and looked straight at the commander: "Hunting a bastard is one of the means to pursue the target, and fleeing prey is easier to catch."

"You will find that this prey is not so easy to escape from panic."

"And you'll find that Harry, the Movementer, isn't that easy to lose his right hand."

The commander's face looked like the clouds rolling on the day before the thunderstorm arrived.

The trainee officer next to him took a step forward and was about to scold him, but his boss raised his hand to stop him.

"The mourner will surely ring the death knell for the noble faith, so you can rest assured." The rude pirate left, "We will leave first if there is nothing else."

The deputy Gecko Munch, who had successfully escaped from prison behind him, stopped for a moment, took off his hat and bowed exaggeratedly to the officers on the tail, before turning around and catching up with his captain.

"All pirates should be hanged!" Looking at their departure backs, the trainee officer hated.

That night, Harry, the mourner and his gallows escaped from the Portuguese fleet towards the southeastern sea—they had tracked the traces of the Sublime Faith.
Chapter completed!