Wasp, the crisis is approaching!

There was a lot of noise on the deck, and Collingwood stared palely at the Andes, which was pressing down like a thundercloud in the distance, and said nothing.

Regarding advancement and retreat, he has not yet been able to make a final decision.

This is not to say that the Hornets were unsure of running away from the Andes.

After all, the two sides are three kilometers away, and the fog on the sea has also dispersed. With the clumsiness of the Andes, as long as the Hornets want to run, they have a lot of opportunities to escape along the No. 4 Channel.

Is it just the price?

Once he abandons the defensive position, the entire front of the four or five lanes will collapse, and with it will be the complete failure of the Le Robert Gulf naval battle and even the entire Halloween operation.

Nelson would be trapped in the enemy's line, with no way to advance or retreat, no way to escape, no matter whether he was sunk or captured, there would be no difference in essence.

Collingwood asked himself, can he afford such a price?

For Yu Gong, if the coach did not fight and the battle was defeated horribly, he, the lieutenant general, must take full responsibility. Ordering to retire is already the most tolerant punishment imaginable.

In private, Nelson is his best friend!

So, stay on the front until the moment of sinking?

I hope that Lorraine Drake will have a more subtle plan to turn the tide in the process of escaping?

If the Wasp sank, would it still make sense to stick to it?

Collingwood let go of his ears, and the panic on the deck filled his head.

"Raise the sail outfit! Raise the sail outfit quickly!"

"Abandon all useless debris, and untie the cable of the assault boat! It is not in an offensive state now. The dragging of the boat behind the boat will only affect our speed!"

"Warning! The Andes has completed a U-turn and is moving in the direction of our ship, with a speed of 2 knots and a continuous increase! It is expected to be engaged in half an hour!"

"The target on Channel 5 has also begun to move forward! Increase the density of the bombardment and press it back so that they cannot be flanked by them!"

"God! Are we going to stay here and wait to die?"

"Mom, help me!"

Despair is empty.

Standing in this despair, Collingwood stared coldly at the sails that rose higher and higher, neither stopping the spontaneous behavior of the sailors, nor ordering the anchor to rise and unlock the last shackles of the Wasp.

He felt that he should say something.

Whether it is humiliation or despair, as a commander, it is his duty to show the crew the way forward.

But he didn't know what to say. Standing in front of these crew members who followed him, should he severely sentence his life to death, or should he instigate the crew to fight to the end and deprive them of the chance of life?

Lorraine Drake... escaped after all.

The chief mate, who has always been known as capable, strode closer: "Major, the Andes has begun to move forward, and the enemies in the channel have obviously received corresponding orders. If we continue to stay here..."

"Will you be trapped?" Collingwood interrupted the first officer casually.

"Yes……"

"Captain, you used to seek a post in the Admiralty. The gentleman who recommended you to board the ship repeatedly mentioned how smart you are. I trust your judgment." Collingwood's voice still couldn't hear the joy and anger, "In your opinion, now What should we do?"

"Machine... maneuver attack." The chief mate considered the language, "Major, if a two-sided attack is formed, the Hornets will not be able to defend the front line at all, but if we can adjust the mobile attack situation in time, we will rely on our mobility. ..."

"Using mobile offenses to contain a fourth-class ship and two or more ships of the same class in a relatively wide sea area, waiting for Drake to adjust and return, or the admiral to win the opponent and return to the battlefield, right?"

"Yes……"

"You... really have a talent for staff."

Collingwood smiled inexplicably, and after a few laughs, he realized that his emotions were out of control, and he waved his hand to apologize.

"Sorry, I don't have any malicious intentions. I really feel that mobile offense is an excellent judgment."

The first officer smiled bitterly: "But you don't intend to adopt it, are you? The staff will always be just a staff, and we will not be responsible for the decision, so we cannot assume the right to make the final decision."

"But at least, you let me succeed in seeing your talent."

Collingwood stretched his fingers back and stretched out as if looking away.

"Captain, how much has the Channel Five advanced?"

"Because we have increased the density of bombs, the distance is now 630, and we have basically stopped advancing."

"Where is the Andes?"

"The speed was finally stabilized at 2.5 knots. It is estimated that the war has been corrected to one hour later. It seems that the earl on the opposite side is going to drive us away with dignity and give priority to achieving the two-way confluence."

"As always stable, don't take any risks..." Collingwood paused, "The Golden Deer... Has Drake changed?"

"We have officially jumped out of the field of vision, and the observation feedback is 7200 away from us and 3700 away from the fourth channel. The Fattotem caught up. Because it was sailing at full speed, it was only a matter of time before the Golden Deer was caught up before entering the fourth channel."

Collingwood felt a slight violation and couldn't help frowning.

"The Golden Deer will be overtaken? If Drake really wants to escape, he has at least a lucky horseshoe to fight...Where is the lucky horseshoe?"

"Lucky Horseshoe?" The chief officer was stunned. "From the beginning of the war, the lucky horseshoe was hidden outside the battlefield as a reserve force, so it would not easily enter the field of vision... It is very difficult to observe her, and the value is not high. ,so……"

"Find her!"

Collingwood yelled, and was picking up the surprising news from the observation deck.

"The Andes found the shadow of the ship right behind, and observed the characteristics. Our army belongs to the Lucky Horseshoe! She is chasing the Andes! Very fast! Oh my god, the wing sail! The Lucky Horseshoe opened its wing sails at a speed of 12 knots, with the Andes. The number is relative to 9.5 knots!"

"This is a charge! Our lucky horseshoe is charging! Long live!"

...

On the azure sea, there is a shadow of a ship riding the wind and waves, rushing towards it.

That is the Lucky Horseshoe under the Drake Chamber of Commerce, temporarily affiliated to the General Chamber of Commerce.

At the end of the 18th century when flying shears were not yet mature, the speed of 12 knots, or nearly 20 kilometers per hour, was enough for sailing warships to squeeze into the first sequence of super high speeds, especially for warships that were not known for racing. In terms of ship type, to achieve this speed, time, location, and people are all indispensable.

The capping speeds of the first and third-tier ships standing at the top of the times are generally 9-10 knots, and the second and fourth-tier ships that are too bloated and whose center of gravity are not stable can rarely reach 9 knots.

As small ships, Tier 5 and Tier 6 ships are generally faster, often with a design speed of more than 10 knots, which is close to 11 knots.

However, it can reach a speed of 12 knots, and it was adopted by the great powers as a warship. Throughout the world, only the Baltimore Brig, which incorporates the high-speed genes of the New World, has a unique slender bow, and is equipped with a full-wing sail. type.

The Lucky Horseshoe is such a unique Baltimore Brig, and the commander of this high-speed ship is Bell Judea, the premier shipman in the new generation of England.

The Gulf wind before the rainstorm is like a cyclone, and the clockwise wind belt is long and messy. Maintaining the peak speed in such an environment is a triple test of the skill, inspiration and talent of the boatman.

For example, Lorraine, he went out of the same course with Bell, and has no less than Bell’s evaluation of ship handling in the sea school. During the years of business, he has accumulated a lot of practical experience and has dealt with or experienced a variety of extremes. Hydrology.

The Golden Deer, which can be operated by his own hands, can only maintain a speed of 50% to 70% in a state of motion warfare~lightnovelpub.net~ During the extreme change of direction, it was caught in the dilemma of waiting for the wind several times, and it was almost sinking into the sea.

In the same environment, Bell easily grasped the high-speed cutting angle of the wing sail, and through continuous narrow change of direction, instead of swiftly full rudder, he could not help approaching the course of the Andes.

Its sound, its momentum, moving like thunder!

The sailor, who was temporarily appointed as the first officer, moved to the vicinity of Bell with a pale face and yelled.

"Captain! The Wasp has lowered its sails! The Wasp has lowered its sails!"

Bell licked his lips and teased: "It seems that our honorable comrades finally don't plan to run away. We won the first battle. We did not live up to the president's hope. Gentlemen, in the long-term contract, each of you added one. Minute."

"Long live!"

"Next, it will take an hour to dance the wire dance... Do you want to include the one hundred long appointments?"

"Think! Think! Think!"

"Then take it from the stupid bear opposite...Lucky Horseshoe, go ahead!"