Heat waves, currents, screams, wailing, roaring cannons and the noise of the collapse of houses, accompanied by the swallowing of water when the ship and dock sink, the beeping of wood and grease, and the buzzing of the wind whimper…

Le Robert plunged into the sixth floor of hell, looking at the doomsday of burning. The red flames connected to the sky and ignited dense clouds like cotton wool.

The initiator of all this, Lorraine, was chanting poems on the side of the ship.

[Enter the city of endless pain through me]

[Enter the pit of eternal misery through me]

[Through me to enter the deadly crowd]

[Justice pushes my noble creator]

[I am a work of theocracy, mind and love]

[There was no eternal creation before me]

[I will stay with the world forever]

[Those who come in must give up all hope...]

Acharin stopped his hurried pace and gave Lorraine an angry look.

"A pagan who claims to be a godly love, Captain, you really don't take God's Scourge seriously."

Lorraine chuckled lightly: "The inscription on the gates of **** sings Satan, which is a blasphemous language for the believers of God."

"The **** in the poem is not your god, and the creator in the poem does not mean the same thing as your Lord. In short, even if there is a divine condemnation, it is definitely not the only true **** who presides over the punishment of the gods, and the profession is not right. "

Acharin felt a sweat: "It's really Satan's words, normal people should be more worried, right?"

"Worry? Why?" Lorraine pretended to be puzzled and let go. "In this world, God has monopolized too many believers, which means that apart from him, the remaining gods are all minority and poor by the devil. insect."

"The same is the God of the End of the World, and the relationship between Niold and Mr. Satan will not be bad. Occasionally, Mr. Satan can't make things worse."

"Moreover, even if only from a commercial perspective, small churches like them can only effectively expand their social influence through small means such as caring for each other's believers. Let pagans always feel the favor and get far better than God's believers. Post-letter service is the most effective means for small churches to work harshly in the cruel competition."

"So, why should I worry?"

Lorraine's counter-question hit Yacharin's blind spot. Yacharin pricked like a candle for a while, then suddenly turned around and slapped the nearest gunner on the back of the head.

"No hurry! No hurry! An attack on the ground is different from an attack on a ship. The attack state is basically fixed, and the target is so huge that there is no possibility of loss!"

"Fight against the ship requires rapid fire! The whole ship is doing its best to get a few minutes or even a minute of shooting time. The gunner must throw as much ammunition as possible during this period to inflict heavy damage on flexible opponents!"

"Combat on the ground requires stability! One shot every two minutes is the most suitable frequency to suppress the firing, and the high temperature and energy efficiency of the projectile can be completely released. You don’t need to deliberately adjust the muzzle, the waves will naturally open the projectile point. Take into account the breadth and density of the boom!"

"Now, one set of live ammunition and two sets of chain ammunition, please treat this battle as a shooting practice, cooperate with the team, and complete every action accurately!"

"Retreat! Clear the chamber! Fill the medicine! Press the chamber! Reload! Enter the car! Lock the wheel! Release!"

Under the command of Acharin's hysteria, another round of shelling sounded, and thick gun smoke rose up into the sky from left to right, with an ear-splitting roar.

The red-hot projectile flew high, leaping over a distance of seven or eight hundred meters, from the dock to the residential buildings, drawing an upward arc between the two collapsed forts.

A solid bullet hit the Slup fishing boat at berth No. 2, penetrated from the deck, broke the hull, and blasted a big hole.

Sea water poured frantically into the cabin, and the slender fishing boat sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There were also at least three shells hitting the mooring ship. The chain bullet with the best effect revolved and chopped off the main mast of a Skuna. More projectiles hit the plank road, the No. 4 plank road pillar broke, and the floating island on the sea lost its center of gravity. Tilted and rolled into huge twists.

Starting with the twelfth shell, the impact point began to touch the land.

Even if the naval ship’s ship-borne guns cannot use the most advanced grenades, the sunny and hot projectiles in the last few days still make those wooden huts ignite at the touch of a touch, and the fire screams and spreads to the depths of the town by the wind.

Lorraine silently looked at the smoke and flames under the firelight, and looked like a different person from the way he had spoken out in front of Acharin.

He saw that three ships began to force their anchors, two Skuna-type ships, and a slave ship no smaller than the Golden Deer, racing against time and trying to set sail.

Lorraine sneered.

"The Lucky Horseshoe stopped shooting and confronted the pier. It was sent to Captain Judea and said that the slave ship was good, so please trouble him to **** it for the Chamber of Commerce."

"Yes!"

The order was quickly conveyed to Bell through the change of the flag. Among the three escape ships, the Skuna type at berth No. 6 had begun to turn around.

Bell lifted his sight glass and glanced at it and ordered loudly.

"Command! The entire ship immediately stops shooting, the deck is in place, ready to be connected, full rudder to the left, full mast full sail, 20-degree swing, and cut wind preparation. Lucky Horseshoe, meet the enemy!"

The Lucky Horseshoe moved, the muzzle retracted, and the sails widened. She broke through the water against the strong wind in the middle of the night, adjusted her bow in the vast bay, and slid across the shelling surface while the Golden Deer was shelled.

She is obviously a new ship that improvised sailors, but HNA is a science that absolutely applies to group behavior, and the barrel theory does not apply to ships.

In other words, with the commander's subtle command, the wooden barrels on the ship can be tilted inside a certain range, avoiding weakness, and filling the barrels with more liquid.

Bell relied on his professional skills to revitalize the Lucky Horseshoe. She may still be stumbling, and there may still be insignificant twists and turns in the trajectory, but she did touch the benchmark threshold of a powerful country’s warship, the fishing boats and slave ships on the opposite side. In front of him, a terrifying aura like a behemoth appeared.

Fire superiority, defensive superiority, navigation superiority, location superiority, the assault Lucky Horseshoe pushed its enemies into the narrow departure sea area, sank the departing Skuna by shooting at close range, and seized T again. In the head position, the four-wheeled artillery smashed the main and auxiliary brigs of another Skuna.

Only thirty minutes later, Bell got rid of the unfavorable situation of one-to-three in a high-profile manner, facing the sea breeze, and chasing the colossal behemoth at sea.

Victory is only a matter of time.

Slave boats are common special purpose ships in this era, and there are no restrictions on the type of ships, but in order to adapt to their special purposes, most of them have undergone targeted transformations.

For example, the slave ship in front of her, her prototype is the same Bagh type as the Jackdaw, ranked fifth, with double vertical and horizontal front.

The Bagh type was originally not a battleship style, and it was not as stable and solid as the Galen type in terms of material and structure, and the transformation of the slave ship further weakened its firepower.

There are six twelve-pounder guns in the bow and stern, and eight nine-pounder guns remain on the main deck. The original gun bay with the strongest firepower has been completely enclosed, greatly increasing the space for loading people and materials, but it has pulled out its own important minions.

With her current combat effectiveness, she cannot pose a threat to the Lucky Horseshoe in sports warfare, but once she falls into Lorraine's hands, she can become the top armed merchant ship of the Caribbean branch at this stage with a simple modification.

Both Lorraine and Bell knew this, so Bell would rather be careful than cause too much damage to the hull of the slave ship.

An hour was fleeting while protecting the Golden Deer, which had lost its mobility, and driving away the slave ship.

The sky is white with fish belly, white in the east, red in the west, and between the golden and red clouds are all over the sky.

Heavy rain is coming...

Lorraine held his sight glass and scanned the sea, and saw Le Robel that was almost in ruins, the shipwreck like a cemetery by the dock, the desperate humans wandering in the sea of ​​fire, and the two assault boats floating far away. , Is quietly undulating in the safe sea.

Henna, Noya, Pierce, and still plump white ears...

Everyone is fine!

After all night, Lorraine laughed from the bottom of his heart for the first time reading www.uukanshu.com.

"Contact the assault boat to return, and bring back the warriors who have worked hard all night."

Lorraine put aside the sight glass.

"Acharin, the goal on the ground has basically been achieved, now we will switch to precision strikes, let's finish."

"Yes, sir."

Acharin breathed a sigh of relief, just about to say something more lively, when suddenly, the alarm sounded abruptly.

"The Lucky Horseshoe makes an emergency call! The French Strait Fleet appears! The French Strait Fleet appears! The Badger and the Hornets go out to meet the enemy, please quickly prepare for battle!"

Lorraine was slightly taken aback.

"Subtle timing of appearance..." he murmured, "it seems to be our underestimated opponent, my Nelson...Admiral."

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