"The left side cuts the side, the deck is hidden!"

"Upper chain ammunition, lower level live ammunition, ready to... release!"

Boom boom boom boom!

The sky of artillery fire, the smoke filled with gunpowder.

Lure the enemy to succeed, in the superior battle, Lorraine changed from the cautious combat style when facing the Andes, and became sharp, bold, and extremely bold in the confrontation with the Totem.

Regardless of damage, regardless of projectiles, since the staggering of the T-head strikes, the Golden Deer completely crushed the Totem, even cutting into the dangerous distance of about 30 meters, using the most daring close-in artillery to narrow down the opponent. The time required.

And close to shelling means that the hit rate of both sides will become extremely high.

The two ships cross each other in parallel, 26 meters apart, port side to port side, and the artillery doors are fully open.

Eighteen-pound, twelve-pound, and nine-pound artillery sings for the first time. At a distance of almost nothing, more than 80% of them blasted on the target.

Such artillery battles are undoubtedly crazy. Although the Brig type is petite, it is also an orthodox warship model. The lower twelve-pound gun is enough to cause damage to the hull of the Golden Deer, and the upper nine-pound is relatively weak, but one Repeated direct hits will also cause sawdust to fly across and damage the hull.

Of course, Lorraine will certainly not do a loss-making business.

With the same moves and higher offense and defense, the Golden Deer’s 18-pound main artillery blasted the opponent to the ground, and the upper twelve-pound was even higher, launching a brutal raid on the Totem’s deck.

Fortunately, Lorraine’s goal is not the sailor at all, but the rigging and knots of the entire ship in the mast, the sail, and the cobweb. They are the muscles and nerves of the sailing warship. Once destroyed, no matter how powerful the warship is, it will be difficult to move.

This is exactly what inspired Lorraine with the first blow of the T.

Looking back, not long ago, Lorraine seized the T head, and Yacharin ordered all naval guns to load chain bullets.

This kind of command is not common.

Because of the structure of the shells, the chain shells are far inferior to the orthodox solid shells in terms of flight distance and stability, and the gap is huge, and the hit rate is terrible.

But this round of shelling of about 140 meters opened Lorraine's eyes.

Under the condescending advantage, the iron chains flying across the sky swept across the deck of the Totem like a flock of seabirds, with a total of three hits.

Two of them just scratched the mainsail, and two huge openings were drawn on the second horizontal sail of the Totem. The luckiest third one directly entangled the totem's evasive foremast and was controlled by inertia. He broke the power mast, which is an important one-horn, straight away.

The bow sails collapsed and the sails slackened. With just one blow, the Totem's power dropped by 30%, and the Golden Deer could no longer escape the stalking of the Golden Deer.

Victory...time only.

Another round of side cutting was over, and the two ships turned around like knights. Lorraine gently moved the handwheel, looked at the broken port side guardrail, and gasped softly.

"Report the damage."

"Eight shots were shot on the port side, and two gun ports were deformed, causing the base of the gun to collapse. The gun bay is being intensively dealt with."

"What about the goal?"

"A hole in the gun deck failed to form a martyrdom. We also clearly observed a chain bullet hitting the rear mast. It is a pity. If it were fired a second earlier, the rear mast might be chopped off."

"How can there be so many ifs." Lorraine smiled indifferently, "Push the useless artillery into the sea, prepare for the fourth cut of the side, prepare for battle... or port side."

"Yes!"

…

Five kilometers away, the Lucky Horseshoe entangled the Andes as it began.

Don't win, don't fight, dead skinned, embarrassed.

With the Andes drifting with the waves as the center, from 200 meters to 600 meters is Bell's range of activity.

From this result, his tactics seemed to be exactly the same as Lorraine.

However, the Count of Gervadang and his crew, who had been in constant confrontation with Lorraine and Bell, could clearly feel that even though the appearances were similar, they had nothing to do with the ship.

Lorraine’s advances and retreats are obviously aggressive, every time he cuts in because of opportunities, and every time he retreats because of the disappearance of opportunities.

This ensures that Lorraine's behavior can be estimated, calculated, and even deliberately sold flaws to lure the Golden Deer into danger.

But Bell's behavior cannot be calculated.

Whether it is self-preservation or character, Lucky Horseshoe's advance and retreat do not refer to any subjective factors of the ship operator. It only follows the wind.

The turbulence of the air mass is Bell's only guiding indicator. The wind will go in when the wind is in chaos, and the wind will go away when the wind is flat. There is no plan, and no emotions are involved.

The crew of the Andes still remembered that at the most exciting moment of the battle between the two sides, Bell once cut straight into the Andes's stern 120 meters and evaded three rounds of full shelling. The speed was not reduced, and he was snatched from Revodang. The T head advantage.

At this distance and this position, even if the side is as short as a Brig, as long as it has a certain angle of inclination, the secondary artillery on the upper deck has a great opportunity to throw shotguns into the faces of the Andean crew.

The sailors on the stern had already begun to pray to God, but the Lucky Horseshoe slipped away without a word.

That was the best chance for Bell to cause direct damage to Count Gevodan, but even Bell himself couldn't think of it. In addition to approaching, he could completely unfold the sideboard in that round of cutting.

The artillery doors on the ship had lost all shells before they were deployed. Even if the opportunity is rare, there is no possibility of another shot in a short time.

This is probably an alternative stalemate.

Since then, Earl Gévodang has become more cautious, showing his masterful command skills to the fullest, and he has never lost the advantage of T.

The veteran's training caused Bell to suffer, and Bell's talent also made the earl terrified.

There has never been such a talented helmsman in his memory. The wind raging between the sail and the rudder and the heavens and the earth is integrated into one body because of a small handwheel. The lucky horseshoe turns into a spirit of the wind, no matter how many times it changes direction. , The speed of the ship never dropped below 5 knots.

This is an almost impossible myth!

The earl's mood became anxious involuntarily. From the moment Lorraine's trap was confessed, everyone on the battlefield knew that time was like gold!

The strategic exchange between the two Brigs has been broken, and the originally worthless wing suddenly becomes the protagonist. Whoever is sunk first declares that his side has lost the initiative in the battle.

Under such circumstances, Count Gevodan found sadly that he had nothing to do with Bell's nerve knife.

The moisture contained in the wind is getting heavier and heavier.

The earl stretched out his hand, feeling the rare shade of Caribbean summer.

Is the torrential rain that had been accumulated all night finally coming?

Who can have the last laugh in the storm?

And the **** lucky horseshoe came in again, this time, how long will the turbulence last?

He laughed self-deprecatingly, raised his hand and commanded the sword tightly, and there was no trace of joy in his expression.

"Play steady, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, don't mess around with yourself! Gentlemen, let us free our sideboard generously and greet the guests with the most kind artillery fire! Get ready..."

"Mr. Earl! The enemy ship is found due north! The distance is 2300, the speed is 5.5, the bow mark...the escaped antler destroyer!"

"How could it be... so fast?"

The commander slammed onto the deck with a bang, and the earl was stunned to see the clearer shadow of the Golden Deer, his eyes filled with despair.

"Prepare for the battle, musket..."

Boom!

Thunder blasts!

Dou Da's raindrops poured down from the mid-air, without any accumulation of emotions, it turned into a pouring rain curtain in the blink of an eye.

Count Gevodan stood in the sudden heavy rain like a puppet, with thunder and rain in his ears, and the panic orders of his officers.

"Abandon the muskets and line up on the deck! Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! The enemy ship is connected!"