[I don’t know what vocabulary I can use to describe what I saw and heard that day]

　　 [God, even if I have long been used to facing pagan pirates, I have long understood that Drake is a special group that truly believes in freedom]

　　 [But three real Viking Berserkers gathered on a small Alvette? 】

　　 [If the capital need not record the year, month and date in every log book, I would have thought that I had come to the most prosperous era of Byzantium and had the honor to meet the legendary invincible Varangian Guard]

　　【Basseterre naval battle, this cruel, continuation and summary of the Viking Islands naval battle, at this moment has truly become a **** stage for the Vikings only】……

　　The gun bay is dark.

　　 Although it is still daytime, the sea surface is full of light and the field of vision is wide, but those have nothing to do with the gun bay.

　　 In order to create a good atmosphere for street fighting, Arvette’s gunners not only closed the hatch, but also closed all the artillery doors.

　　 A limited amount of light leaked in through the pores of the gun door, mixed with the dim yellow light emitted by the wind lamp, and blended with the special visual effects of deep dusk or dawn, dark and misty, not invisible, but definitely invisible.

　　 In such a dark color, four red lights gleamed in anger.

　　Leif made an impact.

　　 He strode towards Bonnet holding his shield high, the distance of three steps was fleeting, his muscles swelled to the extreme, and his high arms swung down heavily.

　　Thunder falling like the sky!

　　 Bonite stretched his arms to pick it up, and the forged steel shield surface and the cast steel blade collided, not a ding, but a boom.

　　 Boom!

　　 Bonnet was cut and flew out with a sword, but his center of gravity didn't move.

　　 He moved his whole body back half a meter like consciously, fell to the ground, immediately lowered his shield, twisted his body, and swept out with a sword.

　　 The sword slashed along Leif's waist. Leif lowered his horse and raised his shield to greet him. There was another dull roar. Leif's face was flushed, and his feet were nailed in place like roots.

　　 He held the sword fiercely, and lifted the shield little by little: "Bo...ni...spec...you lost the teachings of the jazz!"

　　 Bonnet pressed the sword and tried his best to release his power: "I just made the best choice! Leif, the whole ship has abandoned you. Without the protection of the Jazz, you are not suitable for being a leader!"

"This is not the reason for you to blaspheme the blood ship!" Leif was furious, and slammed Bonnet back with his shield. "Think I am not suitable for being a captain, you can depose me, banish me, or betray me! But the Vikings can't defile the sacred blood ship! You have done the **** thing, even if you die, you can't wash away the shame!"

　　 "I'm fed up with your stupidity." The red light in Bonnet's eyes became more and more prosperous, he jumped up abruptly, raised his shield and smashed it down.

　　 Boom! boom!

　　 "Neither you nor the Jazz, you refuse to see the times! Times have changed, times have changed!"

　　 Boom! boom!

　　 Bonnet smashed, and the edge of the steel shield's open front slashed on Leif's shield like an axe. He took a step further and Leif took a step back.

　　 "The times have changed! You will only bring the Vikings to death, and you will only let the Vikings die! Put away your stupid face and think about why I can get the support of the whole ship!"

　　 "Because you all gave up the glory!"

　　 Leif withdrew, Bonnet smashed with a shield, and suddenly lost his center of gravity.

　　 He staggered, and Leif was immediately caught by Leif. Leif raised his sword to pierce Bonnet's neck, and Bonnet had to lift the sword away.

　　 嗞 la la la la la la la la la la la la!

Sparks flowed down like a waterfall from where the two swords intertwined. The narrow and heavy sword of the Uncrowned King slammed into the ruthless sword. Leif stretched his legs and kicked Bonnet’s shield with a kick. The whole person kicked out.

　　 Boom!

　　 Every blow of the Berserker has the power to open the mountain.

　　Leif kicked Bonnet out, and Bonnet flew upside down and smashed the two pirates who could not dodge, and smashed the stairs behind him.

　　 "Since you have given up the glory of the Viking, then return the blessing of God! Return the preference that Tyr gave you!!!"

　　Leif jumped up!

The three-meter-high cabin roof is not suitable for a courageous giant like them to jump forward, but he is jumping forward, the whole person is recurved like a bow, and his arms are stretched to the extreme, like a cannonball out of the chamber toward Boni. Te's body stabbed.

　　 Bonnet hasn't had time to stand up.

　　 He sat among a pile of broken pieces of wood, struggling to get up, and half-brittle opened the shield, and moved Leif's sword out of the frame.

　　 Lost his courage, Bonnet bounced, turned sideways, and crashed.

　　 Offensive and defensive reversed in an instant, Bonnet's heavy shoulders drove Leif to the top and flew high, banging against the dome of the cabin, and then hitting the ground heavily.

　　 Leif's heart almost stopped beating.

　　 His eyes were black, and when his scarlet vision was restored, the blade of the Ruthless One had already chopped off his head.

　　 Fortunately, the Berserker never knows what fear is. Even with a sharp blade, Leif can roll his eyes wide.

　　 Bonnet’s sword smashed into the deck, cracking, sinking, and shattering like a heavy artillery, shaking the entire gun bay!

　　 "Tyre won't take away his preference for me..."

　　 Standing by the broken hole he made by himself, Bonnet's voice was calm and not a bit angry.

　　 "He knew that I was right. For the sake of Viking's future glory, he knew that you and Jazz were wrong..."

　　……

　　 Standing on the riverside of history watching the splashes, those reinforcements who went to the wrong place at the wrong time by mistake are often used as evidence of the commander’s incompetence.

　　 But does the commander really need to take responsibility for all the mistakes?

　　 Catalina made a beautiful connection design.

　　 In order to prevent the situation where Alvette cannot meet with jaguars and sea parrots, she shut the powerful but small Leif team in the bottom deck and waited for the rabbits.

　　 In order to attract enough prey, Dereky was shown by the sailors, and then sent back to the bottom compartment in front of the pirates, tempting the elite pirates to rob the prisoners.

　　 This is not the most hopeful thing Catalina has pinned on in the design of the connection.

From the main deck to the bottom deck, the shortest and smoothest path for the pirates is through the gun bay, so Catalina endured the stretched manpower on the main deck and tried to persuade Captain Frein to use nearly half of the ship’s firepower. A total of 92 artillery crews were idle in the gun bay.

　　 As a result, this hand Xianzi once played an amazingly huge role.

　　 At a distance of more than 20 meters, the line takes one round per minute, and the battlefield has six rounds per minute.

　　 The gunners played a 30-minute suppressive shot, and the elite pirates led by Bonnet paid nearly 50 casualties. This result far exceeded the total number of enemies on the main deck.

　　 It is obvious that it has nothing to do with the bravery of the sailors and can only be a result of tactical design.

　　The ship design independently carried out by the Maritime Group has many distinctive details. Most of these details focus on high speed and flexibility, but there are also some special considerations for approaching and connecting ships with pirate characteristics.

　　 Such as anti-gun board.

　　 gun panels are not uncommon in this era, but they are mainly adopted by warships, and they are extremely rare for civilian merchant ships.

　　Because a ship’s anti-gun board needs almost four to five cargo holds for storage, for a fifth-class ship, this is almost equivalent to half of the ship’s storage space.

　　 Similarly, there is the hatch design of the lower cabin.

Most armed merchant ships have three hatches, one large, two small, on the main deck, corresponding to the fore mast, the middle mast and the rear mast. The small hatches on both sides are mainly for pedestrians, the large hatch in the middle and the other large hatch in the bottom compartment. Vertical, mainly used for loading unloaded cargo and ship-mounted artillery.

　　 And the Maritime Group took into account the needs of ship-to-board warfare, and made small improvements to the large hatch under the mainmast. On the one hand, the large hatch on the lower deck was cancelled, and on the other hand, the large hatch on the upper deck was adjusted so that it can no longer be "opened" and must be "swinged open" by a rocker built in the bottom compartment.

　　 The impact of such adjustments on business is actually negative.

　　 The inability of cargo to pass through the bottom tank greatly increases the loading workload. The manual transmission used for support is not only an extra load, but also a maintenance burden.

　　 Therefore, even if it is the Drake Chamber of Commerce, the armed merchant ships of the squadron still adopt the traditional design after weighing them. Only the full-time warships of the direct fleet actually adopt the transmission hatch.

　　 It is the unique transmission hatch that gave birth to Catalina's defensive tactics.

　　 In the case of insufficient number of people on the main deck, abandoning the front deck and guarding the rear deck. If the invading pirates do not want to challenge the narrow and complicated aisle of the fore and aft, they can only get down from the fore mast hatch.

　　 They are likely to retreat temporarily under the barrage of smashing heads and faces, but as long as they don't give up the prisoner robbery plan, they will always face the line of gunners, because Catalina's task for the gunners is "until the shooting density can't be maintained, and wait for it."

　　The gun bay completed the set task very well. The bayonet was installed until the barrel was overheated, and it retreated to the main deck to support the battle in an orderly manner.

　　 But who knows, Stegren’s bloodline is awakened...

Just like God’s mockery, in the counterattack stage designed by Catalina, the gunners regarded as the main counterattack used a dense boarding formation to send themselves to the table of a berserker. Except for the mermaid, they failed to play. Play any valuable role.

　　Stegren was mad.

　　 The new berserker carried his hideous yoke and slammed into the gunner’s array, raising his hands and making a **** storm.

　　 A dozen gunners were beaten into the air by him while breathing, and the flying people took on a weird posture, spraying blood and hitting their colleagues, causing more casualties.

　　 Catalina leaped down from the stringer, taking advantage of Steglin's old strength to be exhausted, and when the new force was not born, she held her sword straight.

　　Who knows Steglin suddenly stretched out his big hand.

　　The free left hand stretched out~lightnovelpub.net~ The big palm blocked Katrina's sword like a shield.

　　The sharp sword pierced through the palm of his hand, and red blood poured out from the wound, but Steglin didn't even frown until the sword pierced his palm completely, and then he grabbed Catalina's hand.

pain! Huge pain! Katerina felt that her hand was about to be crushed.

　　 But before she came up with any countermeasures, the world began to spin. Stegren dragged her to smash her to the ground, then lifted up with one hand and threw it away like trash.

　　 Boom!

　　 Catalina hit the bulkhead of the stern tower hard, shattering the portholes and opening the hatch.

　　 She fell softly to the ground like she was dead, blood dripping from her forehead all over her face, but there were no obvious scars.

　　 The sailor nearby stared blankly at this scene, suddenly forgetting the flow of time.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, Catalina coughed gently, the more she coughed, the more fierce she coughed, the more fierce she coughed, and soon she vomited a large mouthful of blood, and then she resumed her normal breathing.

　　 Chief Cannon hurried over to help her.

　　 "Let... let the sailors disperse..." She leaned on the chief gunner's body for a while, struggling to stand firm, swayingly picked up the sword at her feet, "Don't get together, come close to support..."

　　 She took a deep breath, raised her hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and pulled out a scribbled and ugly residue on her face.

　　 "Although he is not good at dealing with men, that berserker...I will hold it back!"