"The distance to the Vinda is 4800! The distance is widening! Can't get close!"

On the Virgin Cigar, Gini nutria took out a handful of peppers from his pocket and stuffed it full into his mouth.

The original hotness from Mexico quickly spread in his mouth, irritating his eyes red.

First mate Rodman stood beside him with admiration.

"Captain, the black prince deserves to be the black prince. There is an ambush ahead of him, so he dared to speed up the ship."

"It's not speeding up." Geny's mouth was sprayed with pink juice. "His rudder and sail are too stable. For so long, he has hardly moved out of the wind belt. The speed of the boat is naturally stable. And we have gone several times. Second, in contrast, the distance will get bigger and bigger."

Rodman said at a glance: "Say the Hounds' Second Fleet should have entered his deck line of sight, right? Why do you want to drive forward along the wind?"

"Our ship is biting behind, and we will definitely catch up with a drastic change of course at this time. The Vader is betting that as long as she is fast enough, the hound's ship will not dare to stop her path."

"perish together?"

Genie laughed presumptuously: "After all, the Ji Sawai is far away in Boston. It is not impossible for the terriers to leave the dog king and be scared away by prey..."

Rumble rumble rumble...

The words were interrupted by the muffled thunder in the sky, and Gini frowned in a different place, looking back at the clear blue sky.

"Rodman, will it rain today?"

Rodman also looked confused: "The sky should be sunny. Yesterday, today and tomorrow are sunny..."

"Then this thunder..."

boom!

A burst of explosions gushes out from the end of the sea and sky, accompanied by a thick plume of smoke that soars into the sky, and a small flying house that soars to the sky.

Gini watched the flying house rise from the sea level, flying in the sky for a long time in the wind, and crawling back to the sea level shyly like a swallow, there is no more news...

Unknowingly, his mouth had already been opened to its maximum.

"Ro...Deman..."

"Yes……"

"There...could it be..."

Rodman swallowed hard: "Probably... Apollo's golden carriage wrecked..."

"The golden carriage...did it fall near Havana's victory?"

"It may be a mirage..."

"Is there such a clear mirage?"

"possible……"

"possible?"

Silence, silence...

Rodman stood still as if he had recovered his senses: "Captain, I will let the watch...no! I will go to the watchtower right away! Go right now... go right away!"

...

"Left rudder! Cut the side!"

Following Catalina's breathy command, Bell moved the steering wheel cautiously as if holding a fragile object.

Valkyrie is cruising at a speed of more than twelve knots. In this state, any unsmooth change of direction will cut faults in the sea and lift the ship to a large side.

But Lorraine is not allowed to decelerate, nor is it allowed to tilt. Under this requirement, there is basically no difference in operation between the hypothetical 5 degrees and not allowed.

Therefore, Valkyrie’s cutting of the side began from a distance of 1,8 kilometers away. Bell can only move less than once at a time. When the initial results are achieved, he quickly returns to the rudder, and then turns the rudder again when the ship stabilizes. Repeatedly, repeatedly , Until it entered 200 meters, the moving ship was completely moved from behind the target to the port side.

All the tilts are hidden in the repeated waves, and it doesn't feel like a side tilt at all. If you insist on describing it, bumps may be a more accurate word.

Hulkiri cut from the port side of the Havana Grand Victory in a completely parallel posture, and the bow passed through the stern of the target, like a **** high above, with its sails upright and straight into the middle of the target.

The young man who had acted as an artillery order for the first time was so nervous that he almost collapsed, completely forgetting the order to fire the artillery.

He heard someone yelling hoarsely on the opposite side: "Shoot, shoot! Smash her, smash her... Immediately smash her!"

Boom boom boom boom!

Scattered shells hit Valkyrie’s patch armor. At a distance of 30 meters, twelve pounds can only produce a little spark, and only 18 pounds can slightly deform the support under the armor, making it squeak. Teeth creaking.

The piercing sound of inverted teeth, the roaring front chamber gun, and the endless ringing of the bell, finally bombarded the young gunling from the tension.

He is no longer nervous.

The little soul flew up, looked at the body like an emotional bystander, raised his arm, and slammed it down 90 degrees.

"Saturated shooting, getting astringent!"

boom!

The first cannon strike started, and the main gunner holding the hairline completed the action of pulling the side in a conditioned reflex posture.

The red-hot sixteen-pound iron projectile flew out of the deep barrel, straddling the 32-meter-wide sea in the blink of an eye, tearing apart the hull and breaking the compartments, like a broken bamboo at the bow of Havana's victory. A big hole was smashed in one place.

No one cheered for such a direct hit.

Tension, silence, machinery, day after day training, hundreds of simulations...

The young man forgot everything when the gun sounded, only the hairline in his hand, his own round, and the endless five seconds of reciprocation.

Five, four, three, two, one, boom!

Five, four, three, two, one, boom!

Five, four, three, two, one, boom...

Shotguns and chain bullets swept across the deck, and the 32-pound shell shattered the hull. Valkyrie and the commercial bagg type were never creatures of the same dimension. Every time it sounded, it was like a death knell from hell.

The third, fifth, and sixth gun ports of the gun bay successively smashed the ammunition for Havana's victory. The scattered ammunition flew randomly in the cramped fire field where no humans could be found, repeatedly ignited and swept repeatedly.

A ricochet smashed the gunpowder compartment in the middle of the hull, and the flames engulfed the sealed gunpowder in the vat and it crackled and burned.

Another ricochet followed, passing side windows after another, watching the huge ship passing by, smashing the gunpowder barrel, and spilling a lot of medicine packets.

Rumble rumbling rumbling!

The martyrdom happened, logically and unexpectedly.

The violent explosion sprayed thin in the center of the ship, and the gale swept away all obstacles along the way with the debris, shattering and propping up the battered hull.

Masts, stern towers, ship planks, naval guns, corpses, living people...

All the things that could fly and could not fly were flying, and the huge **** tower and the tsunami several meters high rushed behind Valkyrie together.

But they can't catch up.

The soaring gale stirred the air ~lightnovelpub.net~ Under Bell's control, Valkyrie once climbed to a top speed of 14 knots, so fast that the aftermath of the explosion was beyond the reach of the dust.

The young gunners filled the stern guns, squeezing their faces, heads squeezed, the cheers suppressed ups and downs, like a ghost crying in hell.

Acharin and Kerry leaned against the bulkhead side by side.

"Chief Cannon, the quality of this batch is really good."

"It's just overthrowing the maid at home, and I don't know what to be proud of." Yacharin narrowed his mouth. "Allow them to reflect on for two minutes. After two minutes, they will start to attack the maid of our sharp-mouthed monkey cheek."

"Their main guns, they give orders, they plan. Let the old guys do a good job of auxiliary work, no suggestions are allowed, but unrealistic illusions must be killed in advance."

"Tell them that no one will help them push their buttocks this time, and want to show off the man's prowess, please lift your waist."

"AYA!"

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