Chapter 47: The Last Lesson (Part 1)

  "I admire their courage..." Bisaiyu lowered his monocular telescope and said with a slightly sarcastic tone, Wolman.

  Wolman's face wore a flattering smile as he said, "Unfortunately, on the high seas, in the face of overwhelming power, courage is useless! Pirates are just pirates after all, they can't become a force to be reckoned with! Isn't that right, Viscount Bicentennial?"

  Bisai smiled: "You're wrong, Honorable Wolman. Bar is an old fox, and until the very end, you'll never know what his trump card is!"

  "But no matter how cunning he is, he will still be caught in your hands, won't he?" Wolman smiled.

  Bisai hehe smiled and looked at Wells beside him: "This has to be thanked to Lord Wells, and also thanks to Old Bar's good training and cultivation of you. You are simply the worm in his stomach, whatever he wants to do, you have all anticipated it! It's really incredible!"

  A faint cold smile rose to the corner of Wells' mouth: "Bisai Ryuudan, even without my help, you would have caught this old scoundrel anyway, wouldn't you? He can't escape your palm!"

  Bisaiyu looked at him with some surprise: "Truly astonishing words, Lord Wells! Your learning speed really surprises me. Are you saying that you are already prepared to become a glorious member of the York Navy? Let me tell you, I won't be treating you unfairly in the future!"

  Bisley left a party of men who could shoot straight at Bull, and Wells was among them.

  He is a foster son raised by Old Ba Er. He knows Old Ba Er's way of thinking and his style of doing things very clearly.

  Wolman cast a red-eyed glance at Wells, knowing that this young man would one day climb into the political and military circles of York State by relying on Bisai's big tree.

  I've struggled for so many years to produce a commander, what is he? He relies on selling out and being despicable to get the things that I can only get through my hard work in this lifetime.

  "Wolman's face was twisted in a venomous sneer, but his lips were curled into a congratulatory smile: 'Mr. Wells, I hope to have the pleasure of working with you again soon, it would be my honor!'"

  Wells unexpectedly didn't show a complacent expression, he just shook his head and stared at the two broken ships in the distance with a gloomy face, his tone full of resentment: "Thanks for your kindness, Viscount Biscayne and Admiral Wollman. I helped you because I wanted to take back everything that originally belonged to me! Then, I want to kill Tong Jie personally, peel off his skin, tear apart his flesh, shatter his bones, and then eat his flesh mouthful by mouthful in front of him!"

  Wolman heard this extremely venomous curse and couldn't help but shiver.

  This is a madman.

  Bisai Liu seemed to feel nothing of Wells' madness and sickness, he chuckled: "Really? You hate this guy named Tang Jie that much? What a pity, he's not my man."

  Wolman smiled wryly and said, "Yes, it's a pity that such people can be used by Old Bar."

  "No, he's no one's subordinate, and nobody can tame him." Suddenly, the swift sword fighter Sergei beside him chimed in.

  Bisai turned his head back, his eyes gleaming: "Oh, you say that, I'm quite curious, why do you think so?"

  Sergei gazed intently at the figure of Tangie on the warship in the distance, and said slowly: "I've fought with him before, I can feel it! He has a kind of beastly feeling on his body, a wildness that will never be tamed. No one can tame this guy, and he won't let anyone tame him!"

  Bisai looked at Sergei with a deep gaze and nodded in approval: "You're even smarter than I imagined! I think so too!"

  Sergei smiled silently and said nothing.

  "So, this guy must die soon! Even if he sinks into the sea, I want to see his corpse!"

  "Wolman opened his mouth wide on one side: 'Respected Mr. Bicell, he's just a pirate, do you need to look at him so highly?'"

  "No, it's not that I overestimated him, but he gives me a very uneasy feeling, making me feel very uncomfortable! I hate this feeling."

  Wolman nodded: "I understand. Sir, in a while we will absolutely not show mercy! Their warship only needs one salvo and it's done."

  Bisai Liu gazed out at the sea vessel where Tang Jie was, and suddenly smiled: "You say, facing this naval battle that he can't possibly win, what is he thinking now?"

  What is Tang Jie thinking?

  Even Nia, who was staring at him, didn't know the answer.

  She stared blankly at the helmsman's platform, where Tang Jie stood alone, his black hair fluttering in the wind. He was motionless, his expression stern, like a sculpture.

  What is he thinking about?

  As a captain, what can he think of when facing an unwinnable battle?

  Nina was constantly guessing in her heart, but what she never expected was that Tang Jie was thinking at this time:

  If I hadn't traveled through time, what would I be doing now?

  Will I spend those dull days in college and then muddle through the rest of my life?

  Then marry a wife, have children, and then watch your own children take the same mediocre path in life that you once did?

  Thinking of this, Tang Jie couldn't help but curve up a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, with a thousand emotions.

  But since I've come to this world, I must do something, and I'm sure I can do something.

  All the way here, I have been constantly fighting, constantly killing, and constantly challenging my own limits.

  Is everything going to end like this?

  I don't even understand what kind of world this is, I haven't figured out why I came to this world, and I can't even tell if Horn's words are true or false.

  Is my journey going to end like this?

  Thinking of this, Tang Jie couldn't help but recall Horn's words and Old Bar's parting words.

  "Kid, I'll tell you the answer, but before that, let's forget about this for now and focus on getting through this battle first!"

  Lao Ba's words kept echoing in Tang Jie's ears, but Horn's words were like a venomous snake that constantly licked his heart, making it impossible for him to calm down completely.

  One of them must be lying, but who is it?

  I'd rather die than remain a muddle-headed fool!

  Everyone thought that Donnie was a born warrior, hard as tempered steel rock, no one could knock him down, no one could defeat him.

  However, Tang Jie was after all a person, a young man who was still very young.

  He has flesh and blood, with his own thoughts.

  Before the battle that was impossible to win began, Tang Jie's thoughts were already out of control. He couldn't bear the person he trusted and respected the most being humiliated as a despicable villain.

  Tang Jie's mind was a battlefield of heaven and man, intense to the extreme. He suddenly turned his head and shouted at Nia: "Nia, help me with the flag language!"

  Niya was taken aback, she didn't understand why Tang Jie suddenly started flag signaling just as the battle was about to begin, but she still executed Tang Jie's orders without hesitation: "Captain, what signal do you want to send? To whom?"

  Tang Jie's face sank like water: "Tell Captain Barlow and say: he owes me an answer!"

  Niya looked at Tang Jie with a surprised and uncertain expression, standing in a conspicuous position on the bow of the ship, quickly signaling with flags.

  After finishing the flag signal, Nia turned around and asked loudly to Tang Jie: "Tang Jie, why did you send such a flag signal? What unpleasantness happened between you and my father?"

  Tang Jie's face sank, and he shook his head.

  Niya walked up to Tang Jie and said loudly: "What's going on, can't you guys just put it off for now? What problem between men can't be solved? Why does it have to be at this time?"

  Tang Jie smiled wryly, his smile tinged with bitterness: "Nia, do you think we can survive this battle?"

  Niya was stunned, her eyes dimmed, and she didn't say a word.

  Tang Jie pointed to the five enemy ships that were approaching with an intimidating momentum: "If it were just those three warships from before, we would still have a chance of winning. But now, Bisai and his men have caught up! They've brought not only two brand new warships, but also the enemy's renewed morale, and to top it off, there's a 5th-level magician by Bisai's side! I really can't think of any way for us to win this battle!"

  Tang Jie shook his head painfully: "Sorry, I can only go this far, I'm a useless captain, really sorry to disappoint you, Nia!"

  Niya lovingly gently stroked Tang Jie's cheek, her emerald green eyes filled with deep emotion: "No, I'm proud of you, Tang Jie! In my 12 years at sea, you're the best captain I've ever seen! Even if it means dying together in battle, that would be the greatest honor!"

  Tang Jie let out a sigh and patted Niya's shoulder: "The semaphore of the Hell Number has arrived, can you help me see what it means."

  Nina forced a smile and turned around, seeing the semaphore flags she was stunned for a moment, then said in surprise: "Captain Barlow says: This is my answer."

  She turned her head and looked at Tang Jie with a puzzled expression: "What riddle are you guys playing?"

  Tang Jie's eyebrows were tightly locked, and just as he was puzzled, the Hell's Number suddenly turned the bow of the ship slowly, with a desperate and deadly posture, like a charging knight, rushing towards Bi Sai Liu's boat!

  "No!!" Nia suddenly understood the meaning of this action, she rushed to the side of the boat and shouted loudly "Father! Don't!"

  Tang Jie felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, his whole body trembling!

  Old Ba Er seemed to be smiling and saying in front of him: Child, this is my answer!

  He died for his faith!!

  Tang Jie felt as if a ball of fire had suddenly exploded in his chest!

  It blew his hair straight up, it blew his whole body boiling with hot blood!

  He clenched his fists and trembled incessantly, as the anger and regret in his mind surged like a mighty wave that engulfed him!

  He stood on the bridge, a massive force bursting out of his chest, transforming into a trembling roar: "Captain Bar, I believe in you, come back quickly!!"

  The bow of the "Hell's Gate" never turned back, its heavily loaded hull steadily cutting through two straight waves like a dying warrior on the battlefield, still launching a final charge at his enemy, a desperate charge!

  Got the chapter wrong, sorry about that

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