Through the narrow porthole, the little Queen Anne’s Vengeance overlaps with the big thumb, swaying, swaying, swaying, swaying with the sea waves...

　　 "The distance is 160, the azimuth is southeast and south, the port side faces each other, 30 meters parallel, and the angle between the two ships is less than 3, parallel."

　　 Yacharin sighed comfortably, straightened up, and dusted his spotless knees with his hips.

　　 "I declare that the captain is a friend of artillery."

　　 "Even if there are seventeen or eight inconspicuous little problems, but it doesn't matter, no one is perfect. If the captain is really perfect, what do we crew members do?"

　　 Seeing that the accompanying deputy had finished recording the data, Acharin took over the writing board, found Zhang Fan's chair and raised Erlang's legs.

　　 "The shipboard height difference is 1.4 meters, the thickness is three grades, the ship armor is open to the sky, the upper sailor..."

　　 "By the way, go and tell Mr. Captain that the current state is perfect and there is no need to change, please keep it stable."

　　 "Also, ask clearly about the relative speed of the two sides, the current speed difference, and the speed difference when it is in place. It is the art gentlemen who shoot, and art is explosion."

"Yes!"

After the salute, the deputy rushed out of the cabin, and Yacharin wrote on the writing board for a while and raised his head: "Go down the notice, the upper layer is shot, the firing angle is 4 degrees, the lower layer is solid, the firing angle is 0 degrees, and the port side is full artillery. When preparing for shooting, the standby time will not exceed 5 minutes."

　　 The gun bay is busy.

The track lock of the 　　 gun carriage was opened, and as an alternative security measure, two fixed cables were added to each gun at the same time, so that the gun could slide back to about four meters to complete the tactical action of loading the front chamber.

　　 Many people have misunderstood Yacharin because of wind reviews, thinking that he is a heartless gunner, and the only thing he wants in his life is [shoot].

　　 In fact, this evaluation is biased.

　　 He is a cannon machine, yes, but he is by no means a conclusive believer.

　　 He has always admired the famous proverb of probability, insisting that as long as there is a possibility of an accident, an accident will happen.

The creed of 　　 gun bays is safety first, the fixed requirements are twice the standard, the gun tracks are required to be cleaned daily, and the debris is required to be regular at any time.

In the upper and lower function areas of the ship, the cleanliness of the gun cabin is second only to that of the wood workshop. This situation is rare in the whole world, because Lorraine has always been concerned about the condition of the kitchen cabin, and the hygiene under Wang Ye’s jurisdiction is top-notch. Charing's control area is super top.

　　Cleaning, charging, filling, and venting, the guns adjusted their firing angles in accordance with Yacharin's requirements, and the dark barrels were pushed out of the gun.

　　 Kerry and another deputy gunner began to perform final calibration separately, and Yacharin clapped his hands to summon the gunners in the cabin to his side.

　　 "Let the ladies feel the freshness of the whole night, gentlemen, this is our common creation. I believe that you, like me, have fantasized about the spectacular scenes of tactical launches more than once."

　　 "What I regret most now is that we are not the first team in the world to launch this great tactic. In Africa, the lads in the secret service team have tried it before us."

　　 "You all know Pierce Attis? Our honorable vice president, the admiral of the secret service formation, and the most favored little guy on the board of directors, he gave our creation the highest evaluation, that is..."

　　 Yacharin smiled and sold a man.

　　 "He was terrified."

　　 The whole cabin burst into laughter.

　　 "Alright, gentlemen, Admiral Attis is still young, and he has not had a chance to meet a real lady in bed, on the carriage, on the grass, or on the wall. He has never seen anything in the world. We must forgive him for making a fuss."

　　 "But we can't do this."

　　The deputy trot to him and whispered a few words. He nodded and laughed.

　　 "The distance is 60, the course is stable, and it is perfect. Let us pray for our great captain when we praise God. He has created the most perfect shelling environment for us."

　　 "Now we are all in place, one minute countdown, ready to..."

　　 "Avoid..."

　　 Vaguely, Acharin seemed to hear strange and familiar, distant and close cries from outside the wall.

　　The voice seems to be Lorraine.

　　 But in the impression, Lorraine seems to have never performed such a gaffe. Even when he led the Pansy to charge the Reindeer, he also showed restraint and depression.

　　 Could it be that an accident happened?

　　 Thinking about it, Yacharin just wanted to send someone to the deck to ask about the situation, and the whole ship suddenly tilted on its side!

　　 The angle of the roll is so big, the speed of the roll is so fast, it only takes about half a second, and the hull's inclination exceeds fifteen degrees.

　　Acharin and the gunners, who were completely unprepared for the accident, flew up like toys discarded by children, and flew backwards with their arms and legs stretched out.

　　 Yacharin watched as a secondary gun he was particularly optimistic about hit the pillar of the gun bay with a bang, his head blossomed and his neck twisted into a weird and exaggerated angle.

Kerry’s luck was a little better than that of the secondary gun. He flew high and hit the gunpowder pile on the side of the bulkhead. His arm accidentally caught the metal hoop of the gunpowder barrel and was torn off with a stab. Skin and flesh, blood flying everywhere.

　　 Kerry screamed.

　　 His screams were mixed with a series of screams, like an accompaniment that pushed Acharin to fly backwards, hitting the anti-collision net between the pillars all the time.

　　Acharin groaned as he stabbed with the rough net rope. Before he could slow down, a dozen or so five-and-three rough men descended from the sky, screaming at him like a swallow.

　　嘭!

　　 was the first to raise his knee and hit Yazha's lower abdomen.

　　嘭!

　　 The second elbow lifted hammer on his chest.

　　 The third, fourth, fifth and sixth fell on both sides of him, squeezing him like a fixator so that he could not move.

　　 The seventh one flew very high, and the straight crossbow arrow made an arc, and it hit Yacharin’s nose with a bang.

　　 In an instant, Yacharin seemed to have fallen into the **** of lemons. Thousands of sourness stimulated the tear film, and the mucus flowed out immediately.

　　 Click!

　　 A crisp sound...

　　 Break? Fall off? Off the ground? Heavy?

　　 Through tears and mists, Acharin saw a black shadow flying into the sky in the gap of the human wall. The shape was round and round. Except for the thirty-two pounds of the seventh gate, it seemed that there was no other similarity nearby.

"Oh, God……"

　　The derailed artillery slammed into the pile of people like a rushing cone. They couldn't move without screaming. They huddled together on the anti-collision net and could only watch the cannon rushing towards them!

Will 　　 die? dying? Dead?

Life flashed in front of Acharin’s eyes like a revolving lantern. After hundreds of beauties with different bodies were ashamed, they finally settled on that sunny afternoon on the lush grass of Bordeaux, with Cecilia wearing her head. Wreath, beautiful appearance in a wedding dress!

　　 She seemed to be shining, the holy white wings spread out from behind, and the fluttering feathers of plain velvet filled the sky.

"what……"

　　 stretch!

　　Safety line...tightened...

　　The heavy artillery, like a giant dancing hammer, slammed on the solid ground of the gun bay with unparalleled momentum, and the landing point was only a few steps away from the nearest gunner!

　　 The side tilt finally calmed down.

　　 Kerry, with a pale face, dragged his wounded arm to the pile of people in Yacharin: "Chief Cannon! Commander Cannon?"

　　 "Ah!" There was an affectionate chant among the crowd, and Acharin was full of tears, "Thank God, if it weren't for your mercy, I almost forgot that I had encountered an angel!"

　　 Kerry was almost fainted from blood loss~lightnovelpub.net~ When I heard Yacharin's prayer, I immediately felt relieved.

　　 "Chief Cannon, do you think of Mrs. Cecilia?"

　　 "It's not a madam, it's an angel!" Acharin cried and pushed away the stinky men. "In the wedding blessed by God, Cecilia was shining like an angel!"

　　 "The girl is too shy and bleak compared to her, hiding on the other side of the light, like a flawless gem buried deep in the center of the earth."

"She has curly chestnut-colored hair that is well-behaved and restrained, and the small freckles on her face set off a green but spring-like complexion. There is also a mole in the corner of her eye, even if she is covered by the light of Cecilia, That beautiful mole was still successfully burned into the depths of my soul, until now!"

　　The appearance of black lines flowing on the floor of the gun bay...

　　 Kerry stammered and asked, "Uh... Chief Artillery, are you thinking of other women even when the light is reflected?"

　　 "What is another woman!" Yacharin was very angry, "She was one of the bridesmaids that day, Cecilia's beautiful girlfriend!"

　　 "It's so unbelievable, she was clearly within my reach, just because she was shy, she happened to avoid my sight, and we missed it perfectly..."

　　 "Ah! Even God does not allow such a tragedy to happen, but God, I made a big mistake, and I didn't even inquire about her name!"

　　 "Shame!"

　　 "Shame! Shame!!!"