Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 602: The Escape
Chapter 602: The Escape
TL: Rui88
“Honorable Lord Hubbard! Please forgive me, but I cannot obey your command!”
The muscles on Horace’s face were somewhat stiff. He didn’t know what expression he should use to face the master of this city.
But he still forced himself to continue speaking.
“To attack a group of guests who possess such a degree of civilization and who have shown us no hostility would make my conscience uneasy.”
“Oh, oh, oh! It seems our port manager is a model of a noble and compassionate aristocrat. Is this why Her Majesty the Queen appointed you? Ah, that’s right…”
Hubbard looked at Horace. “I remember you were opposed to conquering the beast-slaves on the northern continent.”
Horace clenched his teeth. He felt a certain aversion to the term ‘beast-slaves’.
“It doesn’t matter.” Lord Hubbard walked closer to him, patted Horace’s shoulder lightly, and said with a smile, “I will personally capture that group of hornless people. However…”
Lord Hubbard’s tone became chillingly cold again. “I will remember every time you defy me. Don’t think that just because you are the port manager personally appointed by Her Majesty the Queen, I can’t touch you.”
The lord’s threat caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Horace’s forehead. But before he could explain anything, Lord Hubbard flicked his sleeve and left Horace’s office.
…
Three large three-masted sailing ships were leaving the docks of Port Woed. In front of each sailing ship, a small rowboat was towing it. The oarsmen on the boats were vigorously pulling on their oars, and the small rowboats slowly, bit by bit, pulled the large ships they were towing away from the dock.
The sailors on the large ships were also busy. They lowered the sails. Soon, they would be able to use the natural wind to propel the behemoths that carried them towards the vast, boundless sea.
“Captain Gran! There seems to be some movement on the shore!”
A message suddenly came from the lookout above.
Gran felt a sense of foreboding.
“Captain Gran! Several rowboats have left the dock. Judging by their direction, they seem to be heading for us!”
Gran made a decisive decision. “Recall our rowboats immediately! Inform the other two ships to leave here with us at full speed.”
The position of their ships was now such that they could rely on wind power for navigation.
But the goat-people’s rowboats were faster than them. They quickly caught up, and some rowboats even got ahead of them, vaguely forming an encirclement. ŔâNǑ฿ʧ
Gran immediately summoned the gunnery officer assigned to the expedition by the army.
“I think we should deploy the firearms immediately. Those goat-horned people clearly have ill intentions towards us.”
The gunnery officer nodded. “I agree with your assessment.”
The Ascendants’ sailors saw a strange phenomenon. Windows suddenly opened on both sides of the hornless people’s large ships. A moment later, some sort of cylindrical object extended from the dark holes. Those with good eyesight could see that they were actually tube-shaped.
“What are you doing?”
Vito looked at the goat-horned people who had boarded their boat and asked uneasily.
Today, he had signed up to be an oarsman on the tugboat, but he hadn’t expected an accident.
A leading goat-horned person stepped forward with a sinister smile, then suddenly punched him in the stomach. Caught off guard, Vito clutched his stomach and knelt down on the boat.
Vito’s companions were horrified.
“Silence!” the leading goat-person said. “From now on, you are the slaves of Lord Hubbard! Praise him! Be grateful! You hornless mongrels are fortunate enough to be taken as slaves by the noble Lord of Eward!”
Slaves!
Vito and the others were utterly shocked!
These goat-horned people were going to plunder them as slaves!
“No! You have no right to do this! We are of Ordo…”
Vito struggled, trying to argue his case, but he was kicked as soon as he straightened up!
“Slaves are not allowed to speak without permission!”
Vito and his men had no weapons and were completely unable to resist the sword-wielding goat-horned people. They were soon brutally captured.
The people on the other two tugboats were very lucky. They had returned to the large ships before the goat-horned people boarded.
“Oh, no!”
Captain Gran, who had watched helplessly as Vito and the others were captured, cried out in pain. He had promised the old shipwright, Benjamin, that he would take good care of his apprentice, and now he had been taken away.
“Destroy the other oar-powered boats! Be careful not to harm the one carrying our men.”
He quickly gave the order.
The cannons on the three ships began to find their respective targets.
“It seems we were a step too late! They all got onto the big ships.”
On the dock, Lord Hubbard said with some displeasure.
“Rest assured, my lord,” his attendant said. “Our warriors will not let them escape.”
In the eyes of Vito and the others, the goat-horned people on the oar-powered boats were performing very strange actions, as if they were holding some kind of ceremony.
“What are they doing?”
An event suddenly came to Vito’s mind. It was what Priest Egbert of the Great Stream Tribe had told him: the goat-horned people possessed the “power of the gods.”
“Everyone, be careful! They might use some evil sorcery!”
Vito shouted to remind his team members.
The gunnery officer commanded, “Aim for the ships that are casting spells!”
After several suffocating minutes, both sides opened fire almost simultaneously.
On the goat-horned people’s side, long flames suddenly shot out from several boats, like flying snakes in the air, attacking the expedition’s sailing ships.
The cannons on the expedition’s side, however, let out dull roars, followed by clouds of smoke that enveloped the ships.
The flames shot by the goat-horned people numbered ten in total. Two of them each hit a sailing ship, while the other eight missed. Fortunately, they all hit the deck, and the fires that started were quickly extinguished by the crew.
“What’s with all that smoke and fire?”
Hubbard watched the battle at sea and asked strangely, wondering if the other side also possessed the power of the gods.
His attendant spoke again, “My lord, it might be some kind of trick on their part. I saw it, we’ve already hit their ships. Because there’s still some distance, the effect isn’t great. When we get close to their ship’s side, that’s when we’ll give them a good beating.”
However, what the people on the dock didn’t know was that their oar-powered boats were already a scene of carnage.
“My hand! My hand!”
“Ah…!”
“Someone save me!”
“I need help!”
On every oar-powered boat hit by the cannons, there was a cacophony of screams and wails.
The current distance between the two sides was now perfect for the expedition’s cannons to ensure accuracy. The cannonballs, carrying immense kinetic energy, ruthlessly pierced the relatively thin hulls of the goat-horned people’s boats, sending wood splinters flying. Even those not directly hit by the cannonballs were severely injured by the flying splinters.
As for the goat-horned people standing on the deck casting their divine arts, the gunners decisively used grapeshot. After a storm of metal, the deck was like a scene from hell.
Hubbard and the others standing on the dock couldn’t see clearly. From their perspective, their side’s boats had suddenly stopped moving.
“What’s going on with this bunch?”
Hubbard was somewhat annoyed.
“Send more men and urge those bastards to continue the attack!”
Gran, on the other hand, ordered his men to keep firing to maintain deterrence while leaving this sea area as quickly as possible.
They were always at a disadvantage, and the enemy also had terrifying sorcery.
As for the captured crew members, may the Heavenly Father bless them.
But he would definitely be back!
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Chapter 602: The Escape
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