"The stern was bombed!" Adria's shout resounded on the deck of the Dame, "The distance is 45, evade!"

"Ray, keep the snake evasive! Martilil, aim at the mast of the Mistral and force her to slow down!" Pierce clasped the guardrail tightly, "Turner! Haven't the fore mast been adjusted yet? Hang up the sail immediately. We need to fight back!"

　　 "Admiral! It's too close to..."

　　 "Go straight!"

　　 Boom!

　　 With a roar, Mystra’s 32-pounder gun exploded on the left side of the lady's stern tower. The exercise referee immediately went forward and declared that the upper left stern gun was disabled, and the two cabins of the stern tower were broken.

　　 This is already the third shot the lady has suffered in ten minutes. The farthest distance is 70 meters, and the closest distance is 30 meters. The Mistra’s bow gun fired seven rounds in the pursuit, three of which were hits. It was the first direct hit just now.

　　 Lei tried his best and still couldn't get rid of the opponent. If this continues, the defeat of the Noble Lady is almost a certainty.

　　 Mattilla dragged her hand blackened with paint and ran to Pierce, seeing Pierce's heart tightly.

　　 "Matilil, your hand..."

　　 "It happened to be in the destroyed gun bay..." Matilil reported coldly. The gunner blocked the deadly paint for me and judged it to be a broken arm. "

　　 Pierce let out a long sigh of relief, then lowered his head, and suddenly saw a few drops of red blood mixed with paint crackling on Matilil's feet.

　　 "Hey, it seems that you are not only splashed by paint, are you broken..."

　　 "It's not a fragment."

　　Matilil rolled over his arm, revealing a long new wound on the inside of his forearm, which happened to be in a rare place that was not splashed by paint. It was red and white, with interlaced skin and flesh, and looked strangely dazzling.

"The referee said that my arm should have been blown off and asked me to remain unconscious within half an hour. I told him I could bear it. He didn't believe it, so I slapped myself in front of him. It made him believe that I could stay awake."

　　 "Uh... are you sure he was not scared by you?"

　　 "As long as the result is the same, his thoughts are not important."

　　 Pierce was convinced...

　　 "Well, you didn't obediently run to bandage the wound, what did you think of?"

"The problem with the stern gun." Matilil was swift and neat. "The upper twelve-pound caliber is insufficient, and the lower eighteen-pound firing angle is insufficient. The Mistral has a large number of gun shields on the bow, and the commander is on the bow deck. Command the pursuit. They also separated the foremast sails ahead of time, not afraid that we would interrupt the fore mast."

"I'm going to push two twenty-four pounds to the deck, and use the height there to throw the cannonball to the foremast of Mystra. Even if I hit the foremast, I can bypass the cannon and try to kill their pursuit commander. official."

　　 "Push to the upper deck?" Pierce looked at the narrow and tortuous passage of the forehouse, "How to push?"

　　 "The sling of the assault boat can be used, but the stringer needs to be pushed away. In other words, the stringer needs to be sacrificed temporarily."

　　 "I refuse." Pierce replied without thinking, "In the current situation, Ray is already trying to avoid Mystra's shelling. If we give up the sail assist, we will definitely not be able to avoid their shelling."

　　 Pierce took a deep breath: "Don't forget, trade the lady and Mystra for one, they are equal to winning."

"But if we continue like this, we will lose even worse." Matilil frowned. "The drill was judged to be too unfavorable for us. It will take at least 15 minutes for Turner to rearrange the fore mast, and their shelling will only get worse. allow."

　　 Pierce thought for a while.

　　 "You just interfere with the shooting and adjust the target from the foremast to the bow gun bay." He said, "You said that they put the chase commander on the bow deck, didn't you? That person, I will solve it!"

　　……

　　 The hull shook very badly.

　　 Although the ladder on the mast is an orthodox hard ladder, it feels solid and reliable when stepping on it, but the hull has always maintained a half-limit snaking avoidance, leaning left to right, and right back to left.

　　 Pierce’s physical stamina and strength are only those of ordinary humans. Climbing a mast under this condition feels like slaloming in a violent storm.

　　Too exciting...

　　 Pierce was on the ladder, carrying two poles for maritime commuting, holding the ladder tightly with both hands, and shaking his feet left and right like flags.

　　 is only three steps away from him, and Xiao Sanmei, who is closely following him, looks terrified.

In fact, Xiao Sanmei carried much more things on her back than Pierce. Three maritime commutes and a spare Charville with a longer range. Special and fragile exercises were carried in her arms with muskets, and a three-meter-long stabilizer belt was hung on her waist. between.

The total weight of these things is more than 20 kilograms. Xiao Sanmei climbed the ladder with her back on her body. Not only did she spare her energy, she even freed up a hand to cover her mouth, while preventing her exclamation from disturbing Pierce’s attention, she also did it. Well prepared, you can reach out to rescue you at any time.

Fearing, like walking on thin ice, Pierce, who can climb to the top in less than a minute, climbed for five minutes. During this time, the lady was shot again. She still went to the stern right, according to Edley's disgusting standard, said Uncertainly, the chief mate's room in the depths of the stern tower has been ticked off from the deposit form.

　　 Pierce finally turned to the observation deck, nestled in the basket and took a few breaths, and immediately took off the gun to make way for the stage.

　　 A slender hand was placed on the edge of the stage, Xiao Sanmei did not look for the handle of the basket arm at all, she just pushed herself into the stage.

　　 "Sanmei, reload!" Pierce yelled, tearing open the end of the paper shell bullet and filling the propellant into the firing chamber.

　　 He only did this step, because the front end of the paper shell was sealed with a mixture of lead shot and gunpowder, which had to be replaced by hand and filled with non-lethal exercise ammunition.

　　 After loading the propellant, Pierce handed the gun to Xiao Sanmei.

　　 "The distance is 70 to 100 meters, two spoons of fire, three bullets."

"Um."

　　 The two men bowed their heads to get to life. In three minutes, five maritime commuters and one Charvell were filled, and they were carefully compacted with cleaning rods.

Pierce stood up and raised his gun to search for his target. Xiao Sanmei knelt at his feet, fixed the stability rope layer by layer to the belt on his waist and chest, and locked the other end to all sides of the observation deck. die.

　　 Even if the ship capsized this time, the relative prohibition of Pierce and the observation deck would not change in the slightest.

　　 He squinted, holding the gun, his eyes swaying behind the stacks of gun panels on the bow of the Mystra.

　　 "Sanmei, is the drill safe?"

　　 "Using a special gel technology, the foamed rubber bullet is not flammable, but it is very brittle, and it breaks when you touch it."

　　 "The test report on board the ship said that a total of 800 test shots were taken, ranging from 15 meters to 70 meters, replacing 9 shooting targets, and never succeeded in hitting anything, including paper and skin."

　　 "Sounds so reliable..."

Pierce found the target. A sturdy woman waved her arm vigorously behind the gun, and beside her was a cowering little man~lightnovelpub.net~You can see the half cocked hat and gorgeous windbreaker from time to time. The shoulder, judging from the color and style, seems to be Drake's standard admiral uniform, and Pierce also has the same one.

　　 "Speaking of..." Pierce looked for the shooting angle. "Has Sanmei met their Admiral Hanji?"

"No." Xiao Sanmei thought for a while, "but she seems to have heard about it in the impression. If it is the same person, her reputation in the intermediate school is very bad. I heard that when I see more than two strangers or familiar people So she will be too shy to speak."

　　 "Is there anybody like this in our school?" Pierce wailed in surprise, and then let go, "Although it's curious, it's definitely not the one...How can such a shy person command the fleet?"

　　 hits again, this time on the left side of the stern building, a large black paint is dyed behind the lady's side, but from the position, it should be considered as a scratch.

　　 Third Sister Xiao asked curiously: "Don't you know Admiral Han Ji, too? You have classes in a high school."

　　 "It's a shooting class. This guy was absent from school throughout the semester. I remember it very clearly..."

　　 Pierce narrowed his mouth: "What is the firing rate of the drill shell?"

　　 "Less than 30%." Xiao Sanmei blurted out, "Most of them melted in the vent, only a few can vent."

　　 "It's really low enough..." Pierce reluctantly set the gun position, "Anyway, five test shots, I will pinch the opponent's shot, you are responsible for clearing and reloading."

"Um……"

　　 "Then, let's start."