"The distance is 530, the starboard side was bombed!"

"Received!" Lorraine glanced at the red turban fluttering in the wind, gently drew the handwheel, and left the rudder five degrees.

The hull of the Golden Deer was slightly slanted and cut into the best wind angle.

The torrential rain is approaching, the Gulf is windy, the golden deer's sails are completely affected by the wind, and the speed of the ship suddenly increases. The bulging sail lifted the bow high, like a fluttering seabird, pressing directly on the tip of the wave.

"Be wary of tilting! Full rudder on the right!"

Lorraine yelled, and the clenched hand wheel slammed to the right.

The cross-sail cuts and cuts the wind, and then follows the inertia to enter the state of facing the wind. At a speed of more than seven knots, it swoops toward the bow of the Andes.

"560, 520, 480..." Hina leaned on the guardrail to report the distance, with a slight tremor in her voice, because the Golden Deer had exposed the entire starboard side in front of the enemy's gun.

"360, 320..."

boom! Boom boom boom boom!

The ear-splitting roar remembered from a distance, Hannah loudly warned: "Saturated shelling, the bow of the ship was bombed!"

"Opportunity!" Lorraine yelled, "The mainmast lowers the sails and the rudder right is full!"

The sailors had already prepared and continued, as soon as they heard Lorraine's yelling, they did not hesitate to untie the mainmast cable.

The four cross-sails crashed and landed, and the ascending main cable was pulled by a huge force, twisting on the deck like a snake, and slamming the front door of a sailing hand with blood splashing.

The sailing sailor covered his face with his hands and flew out screaming, but in a blink of an eye he was dragged by the cord on his waist and hit the ground heavily.

No one on the deck had spare energy to support him, and as the mainsail descended, the ship immediately tilted to the right as the speed dropped sharply.

Lorraine shifted the straight handwheel to the bottom right again, and the Golden Deer did not choose to stay away as usual, but approached in the direction of the artillery fire a second time.

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

The sky was full of artillery fire.

The twenty-four pounds that the Andes thought of as a barrier fell far in the intended sea area of ​​the Golden Deer, breaking the waves and hitting the void.

The upper twelve-pounder and nine-pounder secondary artillery, which was aimed at chasing the shadow of the ship, came over the sky.

The Golden Deer, with its main sail removed, was not fast. In this short period of time, it just rushed into the densest area of ​​the secondary artillery shells, and the inclined deck greeted it straight up against the rain of shells.

Pierce squeezed the observation deck and screamed: "Bounce in many places! Get down! Avoid it!"

Boom boom boom boom!

The rain of bullets fell, and a twelve-pounder chain bullet hit the port side of the bow of the ship, chopped off a large row of guardrails, and rolled and fell into the water.

Another solid bullet of the nine-pounder gun flew straight toward the deck, and with a loud noise, it was deeply embedded in the deck, and the impact of the release smashed the entire deck.

The power of solid bombs lies in the impact and high temperature. After the impact, the dry deck interior material quickly emits light smoke, but more bombs at close range explode the splashes, one after another on the deck, and almost ignites. The flame is extinguished.

This was the end of the first half of the three innings. Although the Andes made a beautiful third base hit, he still failed to score in the end.

Yacharin took the bat and, amidst the noise of the court, announced that he had entered the Golden Deer's strong bat round.

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

Acharin held the sketch board and sat cross-legged directly behind the No. 6 gun gate.

The sketch board is filled with all kinds of messy curves, and the edges of the lines are adorned with numbers, and traces of alteration can be seen everywhere.

He has been educated by himself for more than a year, and now the elite gunners who can stand alone are almost all transferred to his side. According to the habits of the year, they formed two ten-person artillery squads, each performing their duties. Not messy.

How is the fighting outside?

they do not know.

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

The hull is leaning sharply.

The exaggerated overturning side did not cause any wind and waves in the gun bay. The gunners were prepared for this. They put solid cables on their bodies one by one, or lean or sit, and use all means to maintain their balance. .

And Yacharin's method is to tie up.

He tied himself firmly to a pillar, and even if the Golden Deer turned over, he could maintain stability up and down.

"The distance 320 enters the second right cut, the captain's desire is really fierce..." He muttered, "Speed."

"2.7!"

"Cut the corners."

"The last observation was 28 degrees."

"Wind speed."

"7.1."

"wind direction."

The observer tangled for a moment: "There is no wind direction. It is about to rain, and there is turbulence in the bay, but the clockwise cyclone generally remains."

"Seven knots of turbulence? It looks like it was heavy rain..." Yacharin made notes on the sketch board, "Raise the No. 5 gun position once, and No. 6 to the left three degrees, ready to go."

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

"The last is the dip."

The observer quickly replied: "Minus 18 degrees, keep shrinking."

"Start counting from reset, once every 3 degrees."

"Yes!"

Acharin comfortably blew his whistle: "You know, gentlemen. As a believer in romance, what I hate most in my life is the overlord's hard bowing."

"This kind of rude behavior is insulated from romance." He patted the sketch board to cover up the [minus 19] report, "And only when there is a huge difference in status, you don't need to consider the consequences when it is out of reach!"

【Minus 16】

"For example, if you fall in love with the queen, but you have no power to pursue it, the overlord's hard bow can make you kiss Fangze, and then dangle on the gallows with a sweet aftertaste."

【Minus 13】

"For another example, if you fall in love with someone else's slave, you are embarrassed to pursue it. Go ahead. Anyway, the amount of compensation is not large. Quan should take care of Liu Ying's business."

【Minus 10】Boom!

"Look, our captain was hit back by the lady. It hurts so much. Fortunately, he didn't kick him in the crotch."

Acharin glanced at the visibly cracked top deck and sighed.

"This shows that the overlord won't be able to exchange love for his bow."

【Minus 7】

"The romantic soul is love. Without love, **** is just the instinct of the beast."

【Minus 4】

"Gentlemen, don't believe that your bed skills can convince women! They are perfect works made by God, and every bed skills are much better than men!"

【Minus 1】

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

【Positive 2】

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

Acharin raised the volume without warning, his voice hoarse, his words were like a pearl, the gunner subconsciously pulled the flintlock, only to hear two loud booms, the smoke diffused, and the red projectiles shot out.

More than 2 degrees, less than 5 degrees, no one knows what angle Yacharin's most desired angle of fire is, but he just knows that since the sound of the gun, he desperately opened his eyes.

Satisfaction, satisfaction, excitement, expectation...

"Medium! Medium! Medium! Medium!!!"

A bright arc swept across the long and long sea surface~lightnovelpub.net~The No. 5 gun fell halfway and hit the water surface less than 5 meters away from the Andes with a bang. The No. 6 gun passed through and exploded before the water splashed. The surface of the sea was immediately covered by the rising water, without interest and sound...

The spray came down, 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.

Acharin's shoulders collapsed.

"Hey, it's harder than a turtle's carapace..." He complained, "Clear the chamber, fill the bullet! What are you doing in a daze, gentlemen! There is another shelling opportunity before you escape. Although it's better than nothing, you shouldn't give it up!"

After teaching his gunner, he flipped his hand to untie the cord on the waist of the observation hand.

"Sir, can you please run the rudder and tell us the captain who has come around, I need more opportunities, three, four, maybe ten times... to run!"

In the second half of the three innings, one hit and no score.

Turn offense and defense again.