Novel & Cerita Blackbeard Flag Military

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

At the same time, eight heavily armed battleships suddenly appeared on the sea in everyone’s sight! The momentum of riding the wind and waves was unstoppable! Sirens blared across the coastline! Eight battleships ready for battle sounded the sirens! At a glance, these eight battleships were like steel beasts in the vast blue sea as they broke through the waves and sailed toward the port! On the battleships, flags with a golden island fluttered in the wind! The deck of the battleships was full of personnel in black combat uniforms. They had a golden island emblem on their chests!

Jack quietly observed the men standing guard as he walked forward; He paused after a while looking back several times before catching up to Thomas and whispering, “Someone’s already figured out a way.” Thomas hooked his eyebrows while the rest of the men surrounded them in an alcove, away from prying eyes. “Some of the men there had an additional emblem pinned to their armour” Jack spoke in his usual calm tone “the flag of Hal”. Thomas nodded in approval, but Jack’s next words made him furrow his brows even further “In that case, our men will be in trouble…” However, before either of them could come up with a solution, a man dressed black stepped out from the shadows and bowed towards Thomas

The streetlights lining the driveway illuminated the flags clearly as the symbol came fully into view. My lips parted before I could stop myself. “Riverwoods Pack…” Alpha Dreadlock’s eyes immediately shifted toward me. “What did you say?” At first, I thought I had been mistaken when I recognized the flag attached to one of the convoys. But I wasn’t. The symbol embroidered on the flag…. Two crescent moons curved against each other while the tail of a wolf slashed through the center. “General Alpha Kayak.” Zaden chirped, taking a step forward. Alpha Dreadlock’s gaze moved toward the convoy once more, and this time he saw it clearly too.

But it was the flag mounted to the front of the small boat that caught my attention. It wasn’t the silver wolf skull of the Imperium. It was a stark white banner. “A flag of parley,” Silas murmured, thick brow furrowing like it was trying to fold in on itself. “The Old World wants to talk.” “Or they want to gloat,” I said, jaw tightening. I turned away from the window. “Liam, Silas. Grab a dozen of our best guards. We are going down to the beach.” “Luna, you should stay here,” Liam protested instantly, like he couldnt help it. “If its a trap—”

She watched as these men stormed into small houses, coming out with goods and setting the buildings ablaze. Nina was completely stunned. These people were dressed like soldiers, yet they were committing acts of murder and arson. In her country, soldiers were protectors, like Nash, who followed orders to save lives, even if it meant sacrificing their own. She saw a flag flying, a black one with a white skull and a coiled cobra beneath it. The sight of this emblem made her skin crawl. "Retreat!" a voice shouted in English. Nina understood the command. Within seconds, the group piled into military vehicles and sped away.

The possibility reader was standing beside me, holding a long brass spyglass we had recovered from the crater twenty-one days ago. I looked out at the water. Hundreds of small, flat boats were being dropped from the sides of the massive galleons. Men in polished steel breastplates poured down the rope nets, filling the boats. They moved with that same terrifying, synchronized efficiency. In the center of the armada, the largest flagship—a floating fortress with four towering masts—raised a massive, blood-red flag. "The Vanguard is deploying," Kaden murmured, reading the trajectory of the ships. "They are sending three thousand men in the first wave. They plan to secure the sand, build a defe