Two Hundred and Thirteen Fangs, Sharp Teeth

"Distance 530, the starboard side was bombed!"

"Received!" Lorraine glanced at the red scarf tied around her, fluttering in the wind, and gently pulled the handwheel, turning the left rudder five degrees.

The hull of the Golden Deer leaned slightly, and suddenly cut into the best wind angle.

The heavy rain is approaching, the gulf is strong, and Jinlu's sails are completely affected by the wind, and the speed of the boat increases sharply. The bulging sails lifted the bow of the ship high, like a seabird about to fly, pressing directly on the tip of the waves.

"Watch out for roll! Full starboard!"

Lorraine shouted at the top of his voice, and the clenched hand wheel slammed to the bottom to the right.

The square sail cut the wind, cut off the wind, and followed the inertia to enter the frontal windward state, and swooped towards the bow of the Andes at a speed of more than seven knots.

"560, 520, 480..." Haina supported the guardrail and announced the distance one by one, with a slight tremor in her voice, because the entire starboard side of the Golden Deer had been exposed to the enemy's gun ports.

"360, 320..."

boom! Boom boom boom!

The deafening roar was heard from a distance, and Haina warned loudly: "Full bombardment, the bow of the ship was bombed!"

"Chance!" shouted Lorraine, "mainmast lowered, rudder full starboard!"

The sailors had already prepared to continue, and when they heard Lorraine's shout, they untied the main rope of the mainmast without hesitation.

The four sections of sail landed with a clatter, and the main rope that was going up was pulled by a huge force, twisting on the deck like a snake, and hit a sailor's face with a snap, and blood sprayed.

The sailor covered his face and screamed and flew upside down, and was dragged by the rope around his waist in a blink of an eye, and hit the ground heavily.

No one on the deck had the strength to support him, and as the mainsail was lowered, the ship instantly tilted to the right while the speed dropped sharply.

Lorraine turned the handwheel that had just returned to the right bottom again, and the Golden Deer did not choose to stay away as usual, but approached for the second time in the direction of the artillery fire.

The angle between the bows of the two ships is less than 30 degrees!

Cannon fire fell all over the sky.

The twenty-four pounds that the Andes considered a barrier fell far away in the predetermined sea area of ​​​​the Golden Deer, crushing the waves and hitting the empty space.

The upper 12-pounder and nine-pounder secondary guns, chasing after the shadow of the ship, approached overwhelmingly.

The Golden Deer, which had its mainsail removed, was not fast. In this short period of time, it just rushed into the place where the secondary guns were most heavily fired, and the sloping deck faced the rain of bullets straight up.

Pierce pinched the watchtower and screamed: "Multiple bullets! Get down! Dodge!"

Boom boom boom!

The rain of bullets fell all over the sky, and a chain bullet from a twelve-pound gun whirled and hit the port side of the bow, twisted the large row of guardrails, and tumbled into the water.

Another solid bullet from a nine-pound gun flew straight towards the deck, with a loud noise, deeply embedded in the middle of the deck, and the impact released sunk the entire deck.

The power of solid bullets lies in the impact force and high temperature. After the impact, the dry deck interior materials will soon emit light smoke, but more close-range bombs exploded and splashed on the deck one after another. The flames were extinguished.

The first half of the third inning ended here. Although Andes hit a beautiful triple, he still failed to score in the end.

Yacharin took the bat and, amidst the noise of the stadium, announced that he was entering the strong round of the Golden Hart.

At this moment, the gun bay is in the middle.

Yacharin was holding the sketchpad and sitting cross-legged directly behind the No. 6 gun port.

The sketchboard is full of all kinds of messy curves, numbers are dotted around the edges of the lines, and traces of alteration can be seen everywhere.

He has personally taught him for more than a year, and now almost all the elite gunners who have been able to stand alone have been transferred to his side. According to the habit of the past, they made up two artillery squads of ten people, each performing their own duties. Not messy.

How's the fighting going on outside?

they do not know.

In the nearly closed gun bay, they only knew that the speed of the Golden Deer had dropped sharply, and the second full rudder cut to right began in a short period of time.

The hull is listing violently.

The exaggerated overturning of the roll did not cause any waves in the gun bay. The gunners had already prepared for this, and each of them tied their bodies with solid ropes, leaned or sat, and tried every means to maintain the balance of their bodies. .

And Yacharin's method is to tie.

He tied himself firmly to a pillar, so that even if the Golden Deer turned over completely, he could still maintain stability head-to-head.

"From 320 to enter the second right cut, the captain's desire is really fierce..." He muttered, "Speed."

"2.7!"

"Cut corners."

"Last observation was 28 degrees."

"Wind speed."

"7.1."

"wind direction."

The observer struggled for a moment: "There is no wind direction. It will rain soon, and there will be turbulence in the bay, but the cyclone will generally remain clockwise."

"Seven-knot turbulence? It seems to be heavy rain..." Yachalin scribbled on the sketchpad, "Raise the No. 5 battery by one degree, and the No. 6 gun position to the left by three degrees, ready to fire."

The gunners quickly made adjustments according to the protractor on the gun mount. The gunner squeezed the flintlock in his hand, looked at Yacharin, and was ready to go.

"The last is the dip."

The observer quickly replied: "minus 18 degrees, continue to shrink."

"The counting starts from reset, every 3 degrees."

"yes!"

Acharin whistled comfortably: "You know, gentlemen. As a believer in romance, what I hate the most in my life is when a bully takes the bow."

"This kind of rude behavior is insulated from romance." He patted the sketchpad to cover up the [minus 19] report, "And only when the status difference is huge, you don't need to think about the consequences!"

[minus 16]

"For example, if you fall in love with the queen, but you are unable to pursue it, the overlord can give you a kiss with his bow, and then dangle on the gallows with a sweet aftertaste."

[minus 13]

"Another example is that you fell in love with someone else's slave, and you are too embarrassed to pursue it. Go ahead. Anyway, the amount of compensation is not large. It is right to take care of Liuying's business."

[Minus 10] Boom!

"Look, our captain was kicked back by the lady. It hurt so much. Fortunately, he didn't get kicked in the crotch."

Yacharin glanced at the apparently cracked top deck and sighed.

"This shows that love cannot be exchanged for the overlord's hard bow."

[minus 7]

"The soul of romance is love, without love, sex is just the instinct of a beast."

[minus 4]

"Gentlemen, don't believe that your bed skills can subdue women! They are perfect creations created by God, and every one of them is much better than men!"

[minus 1]

"As men, we need gentleness and generosity, but we don't need..."

【Positive 2】

"Let it go! Let it go! Fire it! Fire it!"

Yacharin raised the volume without any warning, his voice was hoarse, and he spoke continuously. The gunner pulled the flintlock subconsciously, only to hear two loud bangs, the gunpowder smoke dispersed, and the red-hot projectiles flew out.

It is greater than 2 degrees and less than 5 degrees. No one knows what angle of fire Yacharin wants most. He only knows that he opened his eyes desperately when the gunfire sounded.

Satisfied, satisfied, excited, looking forward to...

"Middle! Middle! Middle! Middle!!!!"

A bright arc swept across the long and long sea. The No. 5 gun fell in the middle and hit the water less than 5 meters away from the Andes with a bang. The No. 6 gun passed through the blasted sea before the water splashed, and was immediately lifted Covered by splashes of water, there is no breath or sound...

The water spray fell, and there was a dark depression between the seventh and eighth gun ports of the Andes, and the rough cracks spread like a spider web, and stopped abruptly at the gun ports, without causing any obvious deformation.

Yacharin's shoulders slumped.

"Tch, it's harder than a sea turtle's carapace..." He complained, "Clear the chamber, reload! What are you doing, gentlemen! There is still a chance to shell before fleeing. Although it is better than nothing, it should not be given up!"

After teaching the gunner under him, he flipped his hands and untied the fastening rope on the waist of the observation hand.

"Sir, please run to the helm and tell our messy captain, I need more chances, three, four, maybe ten... run!"

Bottom half of three innings, one hit, no score.

Offense and defense turn again.