"The enemy ship on the port side is approaching!"

　　 "Saturation warning! Distance, the whirlpool escape and the Rice launch are approaching one after another!"

　　 "Romantic is blocking the robbery! Avoid it!"

　　 Burnt out!

　　On the Valkyrie, Lorraine's suffocation was beyond the reach, which was enough to be seen from the writing board covered with marks on his hand.

What is the style of 　　 Lorraine?

　　Although he is a rare champion in the history of maritime academy, during his time in school, he also got a record of unparalleled victory in the homework on the map, but Lorraine never thought that he could become the top naval commander of this era.

　　 His style is extremely dependent on inspiration, he likes to indulge in those fickle, unplanned whims to fill the gaps in strategy and tactics. To put it bluntly, he blindly pursues the behavior of gamblers, with extremely high upper limits and extremely low lower limits.

　　 Writing and calculation are of course necessary in his tactical system. After all, real gamblers are thoroughly rational strategists before placing bets, and Lorraine is no exception.

　　 But now is wartime.

　　 As the basic state of gambling, Lorraine should consciously buy out the moment when the croupier deals the cards. The subsequent contest is in card skills, in acting, in favor of inspiration and destiny, but it is no longer related to probability.

　　 Lorraine should have understood this best.

　　 But he still picked up the writing board, which was almost equivalent to announcing that his squareness had been messed up.

Lorraine opened a new piece of paper, scribbled ocean currents and wind directions, and drew the position of Valkyrie, the position of the Romance of the robbery, the position of the storm foreign, and the nearby Queen Anne’s Revenge, Maelstrom Escape and Rice.

　　 The picture suddenly fell to one side. All the enemies were either directly in front or on the port side. Even people who didn't know anything about sea charts could easily see that Valkyrie's bottom had been thoroughly explored.

　　 This feeling is terrible!

　　 Lorraine bulged his cheeks and pulled out a twisting oblique arc on the paper: "The right rudder is five degrees, and the sideboard is slightly raised. The deck personnel review the condition of the gun baffle, and the unrelated personnel quickly clear the field."

　　 His order was quickly implemented, and the crew became almost numb and busy.

　　 Queen Anne’s Revenge finally arrived, and the black beard’s daughter walked closer to Valkyrie at a pace that her parents did not recognize.

　　 Boom! Boom boom boom boom!

　　(＿＿)ノ｜Wall: "I was hit by a bullet~~"

A series of artillery shells flew from a very close distance, and dropped one after another on the hull of Valkyrie. A high missile hit the baffle. The bracket of the baffle broke immediately, and the two-meter-high iron-clad wooden board hit Spinning flew from one side to the other, falling into the sea with a crash.

　　Lorraine's vision is thus widened.

　　 Through the gap, he saw a twisted piece of armor falling off in the shelling and falling into the sea, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Edley, which piece is this?"

　　 "If it's one piece this time, it's the thirteenth piece."

　　 Edley also held a writing board in his hand, with a four-frame and one-horizontal counting pattern drawn on it, two of which were full, and the last one had only two.

　　 A few lines in the air, there is also a three-ken dissatisfaction picture, Edley felt the vibration of the hull, picked up the carbon rod, and simply filled it up.

　　 "In addition, the hull was shot five times, the president."

　　 Lorraine bit on his writing board and complained vaguely: "I know, it's so fun to play sandbags..."

　　 Being irritable can't solve any problems. Lorraine always knew this, so he quickly adjusted his condition and clamped the writing board to his armpit.

　　 "Go down again to catch the sail to improve stability."

　　 "Let the watch watch continue to be alert to Blackbeard's intention to connect the ship, as long as the ship is not connected, the destroyer will not damage Valkyrie."

　　 "Also, continue to send people to urge Karen... I remember that the repair time I requested was 30 minutes, and it is now more than 40 minutes. How long is he going to spend?"

　　 Edley opened his mouth and carefully defended Karen: "Chairman, the first officer can't help it, the nails fall off too fast, and the counterweights on both sides keep changing..."

　　 "This is his problem, not mine." Lorraine pouted and twisted his neck. "Valkyrie didn't come to this world to be someone else's target ship."

　　 "Tell him that I officially canceled the previous order. How long it will take to complete the center of gravity debugging, this time is up to him!"

　　……

　　 "Re-check the knots and double-check! Please remember that our temporary counterweight is a round barrel, not a sandstone bag, nor the gold and volcanic rock that is pressed in the bottom tank!"

　　 "The price of fixed mistakes is life, just like the wind, the gunner crushed to death by the cannon, even God will not lead you to heaven!"

　　 "So, carefully!"

　　Acharin's voice echoed in the gun bay, from front to back, from left to right.

　　Acharin also wanted more solemn remarks. The problem was to get the center of gravity back in the shortest time. The deck of the gun bay was now full of gun barrels that had been removed from the gun carriage.

　　 They are fixed in rows based on pillars, some are a little bit to the left, and some are a lot to the right, occupying the passage, and they are uneven.

　　 He can only jump and walk along the edge of the row of guns, that kind of feeling...

　　 is like a wild monkey dancing in the rain forest!

　　 Yacharin hates that he has become an incompetent wild monkey, and he hates that his gun room loses order and becomes the chaotic ghost now.

after all……

　　 "If I try to avoid the accident again, I really can't even hide..."

　　 He kicked the sturdy gun barrel around the kick and swept across the cabin with the eyes of killing his father and stealing his wife.

　　 The culprit, Karen, was in the stern of the cabin, with a tripod with a balancer in front of him, and the same tripod on the left and right.

　　 He knelt on one knee, keeping his eyes parallel to the balancer, and reading the scales as the hull swayed.

There are two groups of people like him on the ship, corresponding to the front, middle and rear three masts, each with a recorder, as well as a center contact, statistical summary person, etc., and finally compare the integrated value with his value. Send it back to his hands.

　　 Yacharin once asked Karen whether the data tested in this way is really reliable, but Karen was silent for a long time and said: "We don't have a more reliable method."

　　 The answer is clear enough.

　　 Karen did his best, but even if the temporary adjustment is fully completed, Valkyrie will not be able to return to the state before the accident. A pessimistic estimate may be that what they are doing is meaningless.

　　 The familiar roar is conveyed to the body along with the shock.

　　 Yacharin stood on the cannonball boxes stacked on the stern while supporting the bulkhead, listening in silence.

　　 Wow! Starboard.

　　 Wow, wow! Port side.

　　 He shrugged and climbed to Karen's side: "I have an illusion, stupid."

　　 Karen has been staring at the balancer intently: "What illusion?"

　　 "I always feel... the captain has given up the treatment."

　　 "Uh... what to give up?"

"Abandon treatment, give up treatment, I heard from Daniel. I heard that the captain never let Daniel treat him or drink expensive alchemy potions. That's why Daniel coined this new term. It may be the captain himself. of."

　　 Keren blinked his big eyes: "You mean... the captain is sick?"

　　 The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly became invincible.

　　 Nearly two hundred pairs of eyes stared at Acharin, the raging gossip fire ignited the air, as if the explosion would come at any time.

　　 Yacha Linzhi cleared his throat triumphantly: "No, no, no, I mean the captain seems to have given up evasion."

　　嘁~~~~

　　 Booing all around, the stiff necks all retracted into the pile of things, what they should eat and drink ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ no one wants to pay attention to this scum.

　　 Only Karen is honest.

"It's not like, the evasion stopped a long time ago." He explained to Yacharin comparing the data, "Probably from the time we told the captain that we would use the gun barrel to adjust the ship's center of gravity, the ship's roll and sway were controlled. The smallest degree."

　　 "The captain relied on Valkyrie's shipboard height and protection. In fact, if there was an excellent gunner like you on a Blackbeard boat, we would have sunk long ago."

　　 Yacharin was stunned in place, with his mouth open, unable to make a sound for a long time.

Karen didn't expect that Acharin would be so sentimental, and said in a low voice: "Aja, we have to believe in the captain's ability to control the situation. He must have considered that the pirate gunners are generally bad. What you have to do now is not to be moved, but... …"

　　 "Me? An excellent chief gunner?"

"what?"

　　 "Do you really admire me so much, think I am the best chief gunner in the world?"

　　 Yacharin's face blushed and his eyes gleamed.

　　 "Stupid big guy, what? Although I know my charm is not limited to ladies, I am really not good at coping with hot emotions of the same sex. If it is your sister..."

　　 Before he could finish his words, he suddenly found that Karen's face was a bit bad.

　　 "Uh... By the way, what did you just say I should do now?"

　　 "Go away." Karen lowered his head with a trembling throat, "Before I put the gun barrel into your gun, go away!!!"