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On December 20, 1784, the Gulf of Muria in West Asia Curia, off the sea off Haraniye Island.

Winter rain, strong wind.

There is almost no real strong wind in the equatorial region, because here the temperature is high, the pressure is low, the **** is gentle, and the low pressure will flow to the poles, blocking the invasion of the subtropical high.

But the waters of the Sultanate of Muscat do not stay on the 0 degree latitude after all.

The 15-20 degree latitude engraved, and it was winter again. As a cold rain struck, a strong wind of seven or eight knots blew.

Three large ships are shuttled in parallel between the squally wind and the huge waves.

The two are shorter and taller, with rounded hulls, wide body and fat body. One is longer and shorter, with a slender hull and a tall bow.

On their mainmasts were hung similar flags, all on white background, with brightly colored stripes, one was three-color bright flowers, and the other was a sea-blue badge cross.

But they are undoubted enemies.

"The starboard side was bombed! The distance is 170, full!"

In the strong wind, Adria's voice was far clearer than his girlfriend Green.

What's more, Lei has the most perfect fighting condition. Once he enters the battle, he can hear nothing except the voice of the captain, sailing and watching.

The cooperation between the two parties is extremely tacit.

"The starboard side was bombed, the left rudder was ten degrees, avoid it!"

The sailing lady deflected under his command, did not completely escape the shelling area, but avoided the waters where the bombardment was most dense.

Large splashes of water exploded on the water surface on the starboard side of the Dame, Pierce’s eyes opened wider and wider in the mist...

"Shot! Shot on the starboard side!"

A bright red projectile tore through the water mist, straight and heavily hitting the edge of the freeboard, bounced up with a bang wrapped in sawdust and a small section of guardrail, high, swaying and falling into the water on the other side.

Pierce clutched his head and tightened Gusuo: "Be gentle with ladies, do you understand! You Lisboar Lianya..."

"Left ship shelling!"

Adria's screams startled and accurately interrupted Pierce's complaint to his teacher.

"The port side was bombed! The distance is 120, the bow hits directly!"

Pierce trembled with fright: "Ray!"

"clear!"

The left rudder is leveled, and then the rudder is full, still the left rudder. Lei's movements were fluent and flowing, with the lady's speed of nearly eight knots, he forced the entire battleship sideways before the cannonball fell.

Boom boom boom boom!

The sky's shells exploded on the starboard sea, and the rolling sea turned into a boiling pot of water. The big waves splashed on the deck, like heavy hammers slapped on people's faces.

Pierce quickly wiped off the water droplets that had blinded his eyes, and made a lot of noises.

"Turn around! The whole mast lowers half of the sail, and the sail group turns the sail to find the wind. You only have one minute, and I want my lady to run again in one minute! Hurry up!"

"Yes!" Cao should drink, strode up to the stern deck, and personally grabbed the thick girder of the sail, his muscles bulged, "Chasing the wind!"

"Chasing the wind!"

After 40 seconds of trepidation, the Noble Lady moved again, while the two great Portuguese navigators were still busy turning around nearly a kilometer away. In any case, the Noble Lady finally got rid of the predicament of being trapped temporarily.

Locking the rudder and fixing the sail, a group of people sat down on the ground, everyone was busy panting, and no one could scream.

Today is the 34th day that the secret service formation has blocked the port of Ghaharil.

The Sultanate of Muscat still did not make a compromise, and Pierce still did not lift the ban on the fleet's bombardment because of the rat avoidance.

Secret service formations wandered like lone souls in the outer waters of the port of Ghaharil. Outside the range of the coastal defense turrets, the entire Sultanate used the five-tier giant ships that could not be found in the entire Sultanate to force fishing boats back to the port.

The women begged, bowed down, held their children by the beach, crying helplessly.

The men threw stones and harpoons into the sea, trying to use this vain way to drive the evil invaders from their homes a few kilometers away.

But Pierce can't see these.

The lock-to-port permit was submitted by Faramin when he landed ashore. Faramin told him that the Portuguese were singing and dancing in Shek’s palace, and they did not withdraw from the banquet when they waited for him.

At that time the Portuguese officers were sitting on the right, and Shek’s officials were sitting on the left.

Shek threw the card into the brazier of roasting lamb in front of him. If there were no warships outside the port and the big holes on the Portuguese ships, he and the sailors who accompanied him would probably be thrown into the brazier together.

This is all that Pierce sees, contempt, perversion, and foolishness.

He wanted to order his fleet to fire. He wanted to use the 32 pounds of the Lady, and the 18 pounds of the Future and the New Generation to let these stupid people know what he was provoke.

But he is facing a neutral sovereign state.

In my impression, Lorraine has never actively targeted such political forces, because weak sovereign states often have more secrets than colonies.

They seem to be under the protection of one country, but behind what they seem, they often jump out of another.

The privateer chamber attacked them with huge risks.

Because if the other one that jumped out happened to be Great Britain, the bombardment would drag the entire Drake Chamber of Commerce into the abyss of unrest, just like the hapless Captain Kidd.

Hesitate, hesitate, hesitate, hesitate...

Then the Portuguese emerged from the sea level.

The two Voyager class, the latest and most powerful 74-door three-tier battleship of the Portuguese Navy, adopt the standard 1770 French design, with the best materials and top manpower.

This type of ship is undoubtedly the strongest king among the 70-90 class warships in the world. It has above-standard speed, first-class flexibility, first-class defense, super-class crew and super-class firepower configuration...

Even Lorraine said that the French are good at creating classics, just like the unsurpassed Type 1750 five-tier French Galen. In the past 30 years, there will be no more superior design solutions in the field of third-tier battleships.

Are they rivals?

When he discovered the enemy, Pierce had the only thought in his mind.

As long as these two big guys are repelled, the fool who is hiding in the palace and wrapped in a white turban will be begging for mercy...

The Noble Lady goes out!

There is no room for Tier 5 destroyers to intervene in the 32-pound battle. The 18-pound main gun cannot penetrate the hull of the battleship even if it hits directly. The desperate height difference is enough to eradicate them from sending shotguns to the opponent's deck. Of thinking.

This battle is destined to be the solo dancer of the Noble Lady, but Pierce could not think that his lady would dance so hard...

The first round of crisis passed, Pierce gasped and stood up, and kicked every sailor he could see in the ass.

The sailors ran away alive and well, ran to their posts, skillfully inspecting the cables, knots, sails, cables, and even the yellow sand buckets used for fire fighting on the deck.

The Noble Lady regained its vitality in the blink of an eye.

Pierce walked to the second deck of the stern cabin and asked through the hatch: "Sister, how is Hashim's condition?"

"The jolt just now was too big and the wound cracked. I have re-sew it..." Xiao Sanmei opened the hatch wearily. Won't go to hell."

"Even if you see your enemy die, you can't rush to hell. He has to serve me for at least thirty years..." Pierce narrowed his mouth. "Don't forget, if it wasn't for Antiel Laguain who had cut him. Even if we escaped into Guheril, we would never have a chance to fight the two great navigators."

...

In the distance, the weird warship with its gorgeous flags and tough and decisive fighting style finally stopped to escape.

"It seems that our young opponent has enough rest." Lieutenant General Scolari put down his sight-glass and locked the vague shadow of the ship with his muddy old eyes. energetic."

The captain of the Dagama and the old partner of the lieutenant general, Colonel Angelo, smiled and handed over a cup of coffee: "It would be nice if they were young people in Portugal, but... they belonged to a barbaric pirate chamber of commerce."

"A lowly pirate can't cultivate such a young man, old man." Scolari took a sip of coffee with a disdainful expression on his face. "Although we are performing the duties of a soldier, the governor of Kenya is a human being. I have heard of it a long time ago."

"I promise that this matter is full of shameful conspiracies and calculations, otherwise there will be only Fernandez... this kind of little person is not worthy of a super chaebol with a market value of 3 million pounds to risk his future."

"The general meant..." Angelo frowned.

"I don't mean anything." Scolari stuffed the coffee back into Angelo's hands, "Let the Dias continue to perform the parallel double-teaming tactics. Tell them that the shelling just now was not decent. The opponent was only 50 doors. A destroyer of this level, no matter how big she is, she does not need to hide 200 meters away."

"Yes!"

Anqiluo saluted straightly and neatly, just about to rush to deliver the banner order, but was called back by Scolari again, and found a rare puzzled expression on the face of the veteran.

"General, general?"

"Shhh? Did you hear the singing?"

"singing?"

Scolari turned his head to the direction of the sea breeze: "Singing, a very familiar song, I must have heard it more than once, and I can't remember what it was singing..."

He stepped to the sideboard, leaning on the railing, almost sticking the whole person out of the sideboard: "It is the wind that conveys the sound, I can't hear it wrong... Ahn'Qiraj, let the lookout fully search the western sea, starting from five kilometers. Extend to the outside, not to miss an inch!"

"The English battleship opposite..."

While hesitating, Anqiluo suddenly heard the song of Ruoruuowu, wrapped in the wind, suddenly far and near.

【RuleBritannia!】……

【Britanniarulethewaves.】……

【Britonsnever, never,】……

"Looking out!" He suddenly became frantic and shouted frantically to the mainmast, "Western sea, wind direction, search from five kilometers, request..."

"The Dias has found the enemy!"

The screaming of the signaller knocked Anqiluo's next words back into his stomach.

"A trace of an enemy ship was found at three o'clock ~lightnovelpub.net~ one in number, at a distance of 5900, and the ship is confirmed to be the same type as the enemy ship on the opposite side...no! Iron armor of the same level!"

The communicator rubbed his eyes desperately, watching friends hundreds of meters away repeating the same message over and over again.

His voice began to tremble unconsciously: "General, Captain, my friend said that the speed of the iron-hulled ship is 14 knots. No one has ever heard that a 70-meter-class ship can reach this speed, let alone. She is also wrapped in a metal shell..."

"My friend said that the Dias has repeatedly confirmed the flag and logo of the enemy ship, and confirmed that she is coming at us, and that it will hit our range in just 15 minutes."

"My friend said that Captain Turensko hopes to form an attack formation immediately. If possible, maybe we can temporarily let go of the wooden boat on the opposite side..."

"My friend said, the monster is coming..."

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