671 The Heroes Arrive
'Swoop!'
The Marines dropped into the enemy territory swiftly with their masks on and their guns at hand.
Right now, the battleships were still firing different heavy destroyer bullets into the water... making those on board feel like they were still being attacked.
After all, the impact from the shots caused several massive waves to hit the already damaged ships.
The ships rocked and creaked endlessly, and coupled with the loud whistling and explosive sounds... the enemy all ran for cover, thinking that they were still being attacked.
"Ahhhh!"
"The ship is going to fall apart!"
"Dammit!
How did it become like this?"
With their distractions this effective, the marines all moved stealthily within the enemy's ships.
'Shwahhhhh!!!!!'
From the moment they landed, they quickly spotted up into separate teams.
Some of them stayed on deck to either cuff the injured and gird the deck, while the others decided to go below deck instead.
Ome should know that earlier on, almost all pirates stayed on deck battle-ready.
So when more than 15 rounds of bullets were sent flying, most of them had already dropped dead or turned injured.
And some unlucky people even got shot twice and even thrice.
The scene was truly bloody.
And those who weren't injured quickly pushed the injured away and hurried toward the lower decks.
Of course some injured followed behind them in fear.
But the number below deck was really small when compared to the number of dead or injured men lying around on deck and moaning pitifully.
The Marines communicated with their hands and tried to move around as stealthily, while trying to get their job done fast.
Warrant Officer Micheal looked at the scene and quickly led his team towards the lower deck.
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On the second floor below deck level, several men impatiently looked at their Commander anxiously.
'Boom!'
'Boom!'
'Boom!'
The sounds of whatever it was that hit them, continuously tormented them as the ship rocked even more.
Dammit!
What should they do now?
Everyone felt like they had been fooled into fighting this war.
Why was the information they read about these ships so different from what they were personally witnessing?
Who the hell was that so-called spy?
For the first time, they began to question if master Nopline had intended to get rid of them through this war... or if he was also ignorant of Baymard's real potential.
The countless memories of the many glorious victories prior to this all flashed through their minds quickly.
F***!
Could this be what their enemies usually felt when they pummelled them to the ground?
Could this be the so-called despair?
If they had known earlier on, wouldn't they have preferred to surrender than to die so pitifully?
That's right!
In cases like these, they felt no shame... because to them, what the enemy was using was purely sorcery.
So they weren't surrendering to an enemy that was wielding a sword.
Nope!
They were surrendering to the fact that the enemy knew sorcery!
"Commander!
At the rate things are going, they will sink the ship in no time!" Said one of the men, who was honestly looking outside a window hole.
He had opened the wooden lid on the hole and secretly tilted his head at an angle that made it hard for others to see from outside.
All this time, he had been trying to look for an opening for escape, so that the men could send word to the rest on the late floor below.
But no matter how much he looked, the ship and the strong waves just kept washing his face and rocking the ship from the explosive impact on the ocean's floors.
"Mooney, any luck?"
"Not one little ray of sunshine."
"Son of a b**ch!
Commander!
What do we do now?
If we don't find a way out, we will surely die!"
"Die?
No way!
I can die now!
My brother will surely inherit my property if I die."
"What about me?
I've finally acquired my father's property after a gruesome battle with my elder brothers.
So how can I die here?
No way!"
"Then what should we do now?"
"Wait!
What if we surrender?
Isn't it better than dying here like this?"
"Surrender?"
"Yes surrender!"
"That's true they said we can live if we do right?"
"Tsk!
You all are way more naive than I thought.
They said that before we began battling.
So how is it possible that they would still give us that option now?"
"Then what do we do?"
(TT□TT)
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Pirus listened to the endless worries and complaints from his men and felt his eyes twice a bit.
"Enough!
Know this!
If any of you dare betray Master Nopline, then the moment you step back in Terique, your fate will be as good as dead.
So never forget who gave you your wealth and glory.
The enemy is trying to sink us to the bottom of the ocean.
So rather than talking so much, keep trying to look for an opening so that we can escape!" He said arrogantly.
But soon, he paused a bit before placing his finger on his lips.
The place immediately fell into silence and everyone looked at him curiously.
Pirus looked up and held his sword in his hand firmly.
Something was not right!
Previously, those on the floor above them were talking, wailing, screaming and crying anxiously... just like the rest of the men before him.
But now, those on the first floor below deck had suddenly gone silent.
In fact, the only noise that he could hear were those coming from the other rooms within the 2nd lower flow and the floor below.
But when Pirus stood on a barrel and placed his ears on the ceiling, he couldn't hear a single thing from those above which made him very uneasy.
Everyone felt uneasy too, as the silence from above was just too strange.
Their ship had 3 floors below deck level.
And each floor was typically rowdy no matter what time of day or night it was.
There were always people up taking rotational shifts or even staying up at night gambling, telling stories, eating, stomping their boots and so on.
Be it the first 2 floors below deck or the last floor meant for paddling slaves... there was never a deck floor that could remain this silent.
And so with that in mind, everyone slower unsheathed their swords and daggers as they too had some understanding of the situation.
Sh**!
The Baymardians were here!
