Chapter 96

Irrational impact

It's 1778. More than 200 years have passed since the barbaric era of Calais in the naval battle between Britain and France in the early 16th century.

As the standard configuration of oars and sailboats, the bronze collision angle and the matching collision tactics have long been the yellow flower of tomorrow, which is usually never mentioned again.

In the eyes of men at sea, sailing ships are the most exquisite works of art in the world!

Keel, rib, void, center of gravity

Every square inch of the formed ship is the result of precise calculation. From the mast height to the draft, several generations have deleted and modified it. Everything they do is for speed, flexibility and stability, which is more conducive to shelling and more suitable for ocean going

Who would drum up the sails and use such a work of art to launch an impact?

Who would use his hollow bow to carry his opponent's heavy and stable side?

Who can really be so unreasonable?

The answer is... English.

The tuna collided with the starboard side of the reindeer at a high speed of 12 knots. The bow mast broke, the keel broke, the hull broke and the deck heaved.

Everyone with a clear eye knows that the ship has completely lost its repair value. At the moment of the impact, she died. Like her captain, all she left in the world was the tattered body.

The body ran aground on the reindeer, the towering mast tilted down, and the broken sail lines flew around and entangled the two ships tightly.

Like an egg, like a stone.

Tuna exchanged her own life for the heavy damage of the reindeer. The bow of the reindeer, which was like a waist cut, smashed the Reindeer's hull, sank deeply, and smashed at least four guns.

Many people died in the accident. The surviving sailors abandoned the ship, jumped from the side into the icy sea and swam helplessly to the nearby English warship.

Like the tragic Titanic

Diving is like living in death, but it's better than waiting for death on the ship at the end of your life.

The reindeer became angry and the remaining muzzle began to turn.

Villen got up from the deck in confusion.

His triangular hat disappeared, and the silver wig under the brim flew far away.

The tuna threw him out and fell heavily on the base of the main mast.

This fall, he lost far more than the majesty of the governor. The rivet of the base opened a huge hole in the corner of his eyebrow, bleeding like a ghost.

Anger! Irresistible!

He stood up, took the towel from the chief officer, pressed the wound and tried to cover his anger.

He wanted to sink the tuna, but reason told him that in the current situation, it might not only sink the tuna to vent his anger.

He said word by word: "the reindeer must not be entangled in the sea, target the mast, smash her, smash her!"

Command is action!

The twelve pound guns on the main deck immediately gathered together, and the remaining eighteen pounds on the gun deck tried to find the firing angle.

They have no ability to aim at the mast, but even if they can't aim at the mast, they have to leave marks on the remains of tuna with their own artillery fire at the angle of their ability to vent their anger.

The chief of the artillery division shouted, "fire!"

Boom, boom!

The sound of execution like shelling echoed in the sea, and 18 pounds and 12 pounds of bullets accurately bombarded the huge hull of tuna, with direct attacks again and again, showing the tyranny in the hearts of French people.

The mast broke and the ship disintegrated.

Tilted gun trucks, messy boxes and barrels, and the bodies of sailors slipped into the sea through dense holes.

Lost the hook of the sail rope, the tuna was pushed out, got rid of the entanglement with the reindeer, drifted away powerlessly, swayed and sank

But she didn't drift far enough and sink fast enough. At least in the eyes of villen, who was hurt by her dignity, she didn't deserve the present good end.

Two minutes later, another round of artillery roared.

At least four shells hit the swinging tuna. One of them drilled into the inner cabin along the hole in the hull and overturned the huge wooden box where gunpowder and shells were stacked.

Boom!

The fierce explosion exploded in the belly of the tuna, and hundreds of bullets scattered and splashed, destroying all obstacles along the way and causing further explosion.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The tattered hull spewed out flames. The tuna broke into countless small pieces in the explosion. The largest one came from the poop. Almost half of the poop flew up and flew into the sky.

What an apocalyptic sight it is.

The huge flying object like a small building flew high in the sky and attracted the attention of the whole battlefield.

The gunfire on the sea stopped for a moment, and everyone's eyes fell with the half poop

Boom!

Following the track of the tuna, the butterfly is now on the battlefield!

Drum sail, break waves, high bow pointing to the sky, without hesitation smashed the stern tower rolling in mid air, and with indomitable courage, rushed towards the heavily damaged reindeer.

For the tuna!

The sailors gathered on the deck, sharpening their knives and showing ferocious faces.

The commander of the Reindeer's artillery division widened his eyes, trembled and screamed: "shotgun..."

Boom!

There was a dull gunshot at the mast tip of the butterfly flower. At the same time, the voice of the gunner stopped suddenly.

He flew out upside down and died in peace. Blood gushed from the big hole in his chest. After a while, he dyed his clothes red.

For Raven shaughner!

Little pierce whistled, sat down on the shooting stand, curled up in an iron clad basket, quickly bit open the paper shell and loaded the ammunition.

The reindeer gunner was terrified and scattered, and there was a meaningless panic in his mouth: "hunter! It's hunter!"

Hunting soldiers speak, 100 meters away!

No one knows whether he will become the next target of the hunter. On the open deck, everyone is fish on the chopping board.

Villen hurried into the poop, looked gloomily at the chaotic main deck and ordered his first mate, "go to the gun cabin and drive the barbarian away, come on!"

His decision was rather late.

When the 18 pound gun in the gun cabin turned its head, the butterfly was close to the final charge.

Nothing can stop the connection.

Looking at the thick barrel close at hand, Lorraine shouted, "take the bullet right ahead! Five degrees right rudder, lower the sail and collide!"

Boom, boom!

The roaring heavy artillery approached and sounded. The butterfly deflected the arc in advance, avoided the shelling and tore open the spray.

The bulging sailboat collapsed in an instant, her speed plummeted, and the side hit the smooth slope of the reindeer, following inertia and friction forward.

The stern of the ship was swung by great force, and the two warships were close together like closed clips.

Boom!

The ship shook and a fishing fork was fired from Lorraine.

The iron arrow connected with the thick rope drilled into the inner cabin along the broken hole of the reindeer, pierced the gun deck with a bang, and successfully set up the first connection between the two ships.

"Connect the side! Board the ship! Noah follows me into the gun deck, and Haina leads the king to the main deck. Remember to scrap their guns!"

Lolin Qiang pulled out his double knives, ran and jumped onto the straight rope.

"For justice, gentlemen... Kill!"