Chapter 213

Lorraine soon saw acharin, hanging his arm and splinting.

Judging from Daniel's treatment, his injury was more serious than he looked. Coupled with his pale face and wet hair on his forehead, Lorraine began to worry about whether he could bear the next heavy responsibility.

"What? A fracture?"

Acharin's body trembled slightly.

"Because of the urgency of time, only the possibility of fracture has been ruled out for the time being..."

"... how did you rule it out?"

"Please... Don't ask."

Lorraine saw hell from the bottom of acharin's eyes.

However, excluding the risk of fracture is at least a good thing from the perspective of actual combat. Lorraine corrected the God and dragged acharin to the starboard side.

The Andes lies across the sea in sight. It is tall, towering, irritable and clumsy. It is like the origin of her name, the huge mountain range across North and South America.

Another round of shells hit. Haina flicked the hand wheel, and the golden deer sailed through the wind and waves like a snake, easily getting out of the sea with bullets.

"How do you feel?" Lorraine asked.

"It's so easy that people despair." acharin took a deep breath. "Captain, don't you even have a chance to win in your judgment?"

"100 meters, more than 50% of the probability will be directly hit by a 24 pound gun. Although the probability is not a simple addition... It doesn't matter. Life-threatening things won't give us room for correction."

"In short, entering is a dead end." acharin nodded in agreement.

"Almost."

"But you still have the lucky horseshoe in your hand. It's really not good..."

"The Bregg of the hot Wadang has been pressing on the back of the Andes, waiting for me to take the lead in putting in the lucky horseshoe." Lorraine opened his hands. "We each have a free taxi. It seems that as long as the time is right, we can push it to the bottom of the plate and turn into the back."

"But in fact, this opportunity does not exist, because no matter which side's Briggs, once they can't bear it, they will become the target of fire gathering. They are just the counter of deterrence and can't become the weight to change the war situation."

"Chess... King cart translocation?" acharin put forward a second suggestion.

"Did you change positions with the hornet?" Lorraine laughed. "Idle the golden deer in the fifth channel, try your best to contain the three Briggs at both ends, and then let our two Briggs try to challenge the 24 pound gun opposite?"

"Once you get into the actual combat, it sounds like a bad idea." acharin spread out the only active arm, "I'm just a gunner, you're the commander. Please make it clear, what difficult tasks do I need to complete?"

"How about beating those annoying twenty-four pounds dumb?"

Acharin blinked awkwardly.

"Captain, although I had guessed that your mission would be impractical, but... At a distance of 500 meters, are you going to let me shoot through at least 10 cm thick oak board with 18 pounds of artillery?"

"I'll take the helm myself and repeatedly create a stable shooting environment of 300 meters for you." lorington said, "but it may be rougher before reaching stability, and you know that if we get closer once more, we are more likely to be broken. Are you sure to complete the task before being sunk?"

"Can I have another answer?" acharin smiled bitterly and saluted.

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"Hang up the hammock! Hang it horizontally and set the buffer!"

Acharin ran back to the gun cabin with his arm hanging. As soon as he entered the cabin, he began to shout with unknown meaning.

"The more hammocks, the better! Tie them up more firmly! And... Draw out your hands to check the gun anchor on the port side. If necessary, reinforce them. Don't let them become a burden!"

"Understaffed? If you're understaffed, go to the 12 pound pump on the deck! What can those small guns do in front of the class IV ship! Give priority to the 18 pound demand!"

"There are still people fixed! If you don't want to be killed by your own artillery, everyone should prepare at least two fixed ropes for themselves! This is an order, an order!"

More and more grumpy voice, more and more ferocious expression, the Gunners have never seen the careless acharin show such a side. For a moment, they were shocked and only knew to execute orders in a hurry.

The old people of the butterfly were most clearly aware of the desperate signal. They quickly completed the task at hand and gathered around acharin.

"Gunner general, is the captain ready to break in?"

"Now there's no chance to break in." acharin clenched his teeth, tied his useless left arm tightly to his chest, and tied three knots with one hand. "Opportunities need us to create!"

The old people cheered up: "what are we going to do?"

"I personally command the No. 5 and No. 6 gun positions, draw all the most capable hands, and do a good job of cooperative cover for other gun gates..."

Before his voice fell, an instruction came from the deck: "Captain's order! Cut into the battle in ten minutes, and all the crew will confirm the fixed rope state again! Repeat, confirm the fixed rope state again!"

The old people looked at each other for a moment, and acharin tightened the rope around his waist with a whew.

"Well... That's it. The captain is much wilder than we thought. He's angry that his hospitality didn't win the beauty's heart this time."

"Angry...?"

"Yes, he is going to kill into the manor, and the overlord bows hard..."

On the stern deck, Lorraine took the handwheel from Haina.

The pulp coated wood feels smooth, similar to the waxed floor or desktop, and has more soft illusion than that.

But the illusion is just an illusion.

The hand wheel carved from dense tree heartwood is harder than most wooden parts on the ship. Even with Lorraine's strength, it is impossible to leave any trace with his bare hands. The so-called softness is not reflected at all.

The same is true of the Andes.

Common sense and experience are clearly telling Lorraine that most of the old class IV refitted ships are just the compromise product of insufficient military expenditure.

This bulky, slow, and even fragile ship type has countless defects and weaknesses. Basically, except for the superior firepower, other parameters are not worth mentioning in front of the class V ship.

In this case, the golden deer should take advantage of the single ship duel with the Andes. Lorraine should be like an experienced matador, playing with this crazy bull named gevodang with ease until he is exhausted and ends his life with a spear and a sword!

But... Now the more tired is the golden deer. It is also the golden deer that is playing around

Struggling out of the illusion, Lorraine found that the mad cow man stood at attention and waved a red cloth to him. Behind the red cloth, a cold light loomed.

"Once the role changes, the power gap is really frightening..." Lorraine smiled and raised his head to face with Haina. "Haina, be my eyes."

"Yes."

"It may be bumpy later... But it won't capsize."

"I believe you," answered Haina seriously.

Lorraine breathed a long sigh of relief, smiled, and her eyes became more and more firm.

"It's great to have your trust."