"Found an artillery position!"

　　 "The distance to the southeast of 1100, the center of the manor lake, the number is 4!"

　　 "Confirm that the vehicle is an assault boat, repeat, the artillery position is not land-based, and the vehicle is an assault boat!"

　　 Green Swallow Falcon has no lights, and it wanders on the shallows offshore like a ghost ship.

　　Acharin and Catalina gathered on the highest sail, holding the cable with one hand, and holding the sight glass with one hand.

　　 The little looking glass couldn't hide the consternation on their faces at all.

　　Acharin put down the sight glass with a weird expression and smashed his mouth.

　　 "Deputy Admiral, I can understand the reason why the mice transported the cannon into the manor through the waterway. In fact, it is precisely because of this judgment that we can find the target so quickly...The question is, is it troublesome to pull the cannon on the shore of the lake?"

"No trouble at all." Catalina put away her sight glass and squatted down on the sails. "Secretary Hamilton told me that the Williams Castle garrison was an elite grenadier regiment of the Continental Army. They have no experience in water warfare, and in theory. According to their commanders, firing a cannon on a floating wooden board should be an unimaginable stupid thing."

　　 "There are people in this world who can't imagine that cannons can actually be used on solid land." Yacharin cocked his mouth mockingly.

　　 "You mean..."

　　 "The U.S. Navy, or our old adversary."

　　 "This is a bit unexpected..." Catalina covered her mouth, "There is always a chance to figure out the identity of the opponent. Looking at that artillery position, how long will it take you to destroy it?"

　　 "The distance is 1100...My efficiency first depends on how much you can get close."

　　 "200, this is the limit, we will run aground on the beach any closer."

"The distance is 900, the southeast, the wind is northwest, the target is on the lake..." Yacharin muttered to himself, "A two-minute calibration can interrupt the little mouse's business, and ten to fifteen minutes can destroy the target. But not too much. Pretty, probably."

　　 "Two minutes, ten to fifteen minutes... Go ahead, I'll have a talk with Mr. Minister."

　　……

　　 Boom!

　　 "Wow, hit the bullseye!"

　　 "Look at the fire, how high it goes!"

　　 "Hahahahahaha! A hapless guy ran out, a hapless guy ran out!"

　　 "Seraph is your mother!"

　　 "One more!" Boom!

　　 On the small lake laughed and laughed, 40 pirates methodically carried the shells and laughed unscrupulously at the purgatory hundreds of meters away.

　　 The flame has already climbed to the second floor, and half of the sky is reflected red. Through the sight glass, Freeman can clearly see the black spot on the outer wall.

　　 Walls are riddled with holes, tongues of fire fluttering in all directions, flying fire meteors rise one by one, falling, bursting, and rolling up a horrible storm of flames.

　　 The intelligence brought by Blackbeard is accurate. This is the biggest feeling in Freeman's heart right now.

At this point, they had already lost no less than 30 blooming bombs at the villa, and only four or five really hit the villa, but if you add the ones that fell near the villa, the number of flames would have been enough to burn down an ordinary house. Second-rate.

　　 But the house in front of you is still strong.

　　 It looks like a huge frying pan on top of flames and thick smoke, but the structure of the house is still intact, and the fire has been restricted to a small area far below normal, and the spreading speed is incredibly slow.

　　 This villa is destined to be destroyed tonight.

　　 Freeman took out his pocket watch and glanced at the torch.

　　 It is 2:37 in the morning, and the battle has been fought sporadically for more than half an hour.

According to the plan, Williams Castle will dispatch troops at 4 o'clock. They must withdraw before that time to remove all sensitive traces. The most important of these are the four new Boston-made light land cannons and redundant flare bombs. .

　　 Anyway, it is going to sink to the bottom of the lake. Instead of violating the heavens, it is better to knock out all the shells before chiseling the boat.

　　 He smiled excitedly: "How many shells are there on the ship?"

　　 "Our ship is 37, Mr. Freeman." The pirate next to him said quickly, "Other ships are similar. In order to crash the house not too early, our speed has not been fast."

"The house can't collapse!" Freeman laughed, stood up with a waist, and took the flintlock from the pirate. "Tell my brothers to cheer up. The opportunity to play a bomb may only be this time in this life. , If they can't finish the fight, they will regret it for the rest of their lives!"

　　 "Can't finish the fight?" The pirate looked puzzled, "Mr. Freeman, could it be..."

　　 Boom!

　　The sudden sound of a cannon, a bright red projectile appeared from the other side of the sea, blasted straight towards the lake, and chopped off a big tree that was hugged by one person.

　　 The tree fell down slantingly, before it hit the ground, Freeman heard the second cannon.

　　 Boom!

　　The point of impact got closer, and then the third and fourth bullets landed on the edge of the lake, getting closer and more accurate.

　　 Freeman's face was pale: "God... the naval gun..."

　　 Boom!

　　 Green Swallow Falcon boarded with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

　　 Yacharin held the sight glass high and tied himself to the lowest sail of the mainmast, and looked forward with his head up.

　　 "The firing angle is increased by half a degree, the charge is increased by 20%, proofread!"

　　 Boom!

　　 "Full ship full full, full full full! Fired every 8 seconds, the secondary gun counts, no order, non-stop!"

　　 Boom!

　　 "The firing angle continues to increase by half a degree, the charge remains unchanged, proofread!"

　　 Boom!

　　 "The cannonball hits the water! The full-board charge increased by 10%, and the firing angle was 2.5%! The fullness begins!"

　　 Boom boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom!

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　　 Drake’s sailors can reload the new flintlock guns under 18 pounds at a speed of 85 to 92 seconds. The so-called full-board saturation is to start numbering from the deck 1 gun position to the gun bay 8 gun position.

　　 is always an interval of 8 seconds, repeating again and again, without beginning and end.

　　 After only two rounds, Acharin couldn't see the opposite side. The thick gunpowder blocked the entire sideboard tightly, like a cloud of mist, even the sea breeze could not blow away.

　　 The look at the top continued to report the battle in a loud voice: "1 direct hit, target No. 3 sinks!"

　　 "Near missed bullet! Target No. 1 and No. 4 capsized!"

　　 "Target 2 completed its heading adjustment and was bombed to the starboard side!"

　　 Boom!

　　 A blooming bomb landed on the beach more than 100 meters away from the Qingyan Falcon, and the flames that rose up exploded high, reflecting the smoke of gunpowder and red orange.

　　 Catalina’s resolute voice sounded on the deck: "No sails, no anchors, the shelling continues, the lightly wounded are ready to put out the fire! Everyone is ready to abandon the ship at any time!"

　　 Yacharin did not miss the opportunity to echo: "The bombardment is endless! Fully full, full fullness!"

　　 Boom boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom...

　　 "One shot hit! Target No. 2 has a big break and is sinking!" The watcher exclaimed excitedly, "Another direct hit, exploded!"

　　 Boom! ! ! !

　　 Shocking roar!

　　 Yacharin put down the sight glass and stretched lazily: "Tsk tusk tusk, look at the fire, how high it is."