Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3586

Although the secondary naval cannon didn't pack quite the same punch as the main gun, its firepower was still nothing to scoff at.

Ryan gripped the controls, swiftly maneuvering the cannon to aim at the enemy vessel.

All he needed was for the Medusa Warship to close the distance.

Then, he could open fire and unleash hell on the opposing ship.

Off in the distance, a medium-sized warship was slowly drifting into view.

It was an old vessel-really old.

How old? It looked like it was built decades behind the times, as if it belonged to a forgotten age of wooden ships and iron balls.

Standing on the bow was the ship's captain, clad in a full-blown, classical pirate outfit.

Up in the crow's nest, the lookout scanned the horizon through a telescope, swinging left and right, searching.

Then, his eyes froze.

Charging through the sea like a beast was the Medusa Warship, its presence overwhelming and monstrous.

A shiver ran through the lookout's spine.

He immediately ducked his head and shouted down at the captain.

news! Scylla's mission failed-they're headed straight for

who had been lounging below deck without a care in the world, instantly froze when he heard

lower deck to give me everything they've got. They get two pounds of cornbread each if

quickly nodded and

dozens of half-naked men stood listlessly, each

single one of them was gaunt, pale,

scars across

moment they heard footsteps, their bodies

up as the crewman

he shouted. "Use every ounce of strength you've got. You'll

of cornbread when we're

faint spark lit up in the men's

pounds of

it carefully,

eat for days

to .net

glimmer of hope, the crewman gave a satisfied nod and turned to

cornbread he

were just expendable labor. Giving them two whole pounds was

got a piece or two a

And if they disobeyed?

Kill them. Replace them.

There were always more.

two pounds per man? That

gave it away, how would he have enough cornmeal left