Chapter 219

"Port side, deck concealed!"

"Upper chain bullet, lower live bullet, ready... Put it!"

Boom, boom!

The sky of gunfire, the smoke of gunpowder.

In the superior match, Lorraine changed his cautious fighting style when facing the Andes and became sharp, bold and extremely bold in the duel with the totem.

Regardless of damage and bullets, since the staggered attack of T head, the golden deer has completely run over the totem. It even doesn't hesitate to forcibly cut into a dangerous distance of about 30 meters and use the boldest close shelling to reduce the time required to get rid of its opponent.

The close shelling means that the hit rate of both sides will become very high.

The two ships staggered in parallel with each other, with a distance of 26 meters, port to port, and the guns were fully open.

Eighteen pounds, twelve pounds, nine pounds, all kinds of guns sang again and again. At a distance of almost no distance, more than eight pounds hit the target.

This kind of artillery battle is undoubtedly crazy. Although the brig type is small, it is also an orthodox warship model. The twelve pound gun at the lower layer is enough to damage the hull of the golden deer. The nine pound gun at the upper layer is relatively weak, but repeated direct attacks will also make sawdust fly and the hull damaged.

Of course, Lorraine won't lose money.

With the same move and higher attack and defense, the 18 pound main gun of the golden deer blasted the other party into holes, and the 12 pounds on the upper layer were higher, launching a terrible sweep on the deck of the totem.

Fortunately, Lorraine's goal is not the sailor at all, but the rigging and knots of the whole ship in the mast, sail and cobweb. They are the muscles and nerves of the sailing warship. Once destroyed, the most powerful warship will be unable to move.

This is the inspiration brought to Lorraine by T's first blow.

Looking back not long ago, Lorraine seized the T-head, and acharin ordered all naval guns to load chain bullets for the first time.

Such commands are not common.

Because of the shell structure, the chain bullet is far inferior to the orthodox solid bullet in flight distance and stability, and the gap is huge, and the hit rate is terrible.

But the 140 meter round of shelling opened Lorraine's eyes.

With the advantage of condescending, the flying iron chain swept over the Totem's deck like a flock of seabirds, and there were three hits.

Two of them just hit the main sail and pulled out two huge holes on the second cross sail of the totem. The luckiest third directly entangled the foremast in the avoidance of the totem and directly twisted off the power mast with a single angle controlled by inertia.

The bow sails collapsed and the sail cables relaxed. With this blow alone, the power of the totem decreased by 30%, and it could no longer escape the tangle of the golden deer.

Victory or defeat... It's just time.

Another round of freeboard was over, and the two ships turned like knights. Lorraine flicked the hand wheel, looked at the broken port guardrail and breathed softly.

"Report damage."

"Eight shots were fired on the port side, and two guns were deformed, resulting in the collapse of the gun base. The gun cabin is being dealt with intensively."

"What about the goal?"

"A hole in the gun deck failed to form a martyrdom explosion. We also clearly observed that a chain bullet hit the back mast directly. It's a pity. If it had been fired a second earlier, it might have broken the back mast."

"How can there be so many ifs?" Lorraine smiled indifferently. "Push useless guns into the sea, prepare for the fourth port, prepare for war... Or port."

"Yes!"

……

Five kilometers away, the lucky horseshoe haunted the Andes as it began.

Don't win, don't fight, be shameful and shy.

Centered on the Andes drifting with the wave, Bell's range of activities ranges from 200 meters to 600 meters.

From this result, his tactics seem to be the same as Lorraine.

However, count gervadang and his crew, who had fought with Lorraine and bell continuously, could clearly feel that even if the appearance was similar, there was no similarity between the two ships.

Lorraine's advance and retreat is obviously aggressive. Every time he cuts in, he takes advantage of the opportunity, and every retreat is also because the opportunity disappears.

This ensures that Lorraine's behavior can be predicted, calculated, and even deliberately sell flaws to lure the golden deer to approach the insurance.

Bell's behavior cannot be calculated.

Whether out of self-protection or personality, the advance and retreat of the lucky horseshoe does not refer to any subjective factors of the ship operator, but only the wind.

The turbulent flow of air mass is Bell's only guiding sign. When the wind is chaotic, it enters, and when the wind is flat, it goes. There is no plan, nor is it mixed with any emotion.

The crew of the Andes still remember that at the most exciting moment of the war between the two sides, bell cut straight into the stern of the Andes 120 meters downwind. He evaded three rounds of full shelling without reducing the speed, and Shengsheng stole the T-head advantage from gevodang.

This distance, this sequence, even if the side is as low as Briggs, as long as it has a certain inclination, the auxiliary guns on the upper deck will have a great chance to throw the shrapnel into the faces of the Andean crew.

The sailors at the stern had begun to pray to God, but the lucky horseshoe slipped away without saying a word.

That was the best chance for bell to cause direct damage to count gervadang, but even bell himself could not imagine that the side side could be completely expanded in that round of cut in addition to approaching.

The ship's gun door had lost all its shells before it was launched. Even if the opportunity was rare, there was no possibility of another shot in a short time.

This is probably an alternative stalemate.

Since then, count gervadang became more and more cautious, showed his skilled command skills incisively and vividly, and never lost the advantage of T.

Bell suffered a lot from the veteran's training, and Bell's talent also frightened the count.

In his memory, he never had such a gifted helmsman, sail and rudder, and the raging wind between heaven and earth. Because a small hand wheel was combined into one, the lucky horseshoe was transformed into the spirit of the wind. No matter how many times he changed direction, the ship's speed never fell below 5 knots.

This is almost impossible myth!

The count's mood became restless involuntarily. From the moment when Lorraine's trap was cleared, everyone on the battlefield knew that time was like gold!

The strategic exchange between the two Briggs has been broken. The originally worthless Liao ship suddenly became the protagonist. Whoever was sunk first announced that his side had lost the initiative in the battle.

Under such circumstances, count gervordang sadly found that he had nothing to do with Bell's nerve knife.

The moisture in the wind is getting heavier and heavier.

The count held out his hand and felt the precious shade of Caribbean summer.

Is the rainstorm accumulated all night finally coming?

Who can laugh last in the storm?

And the damn lucky horseshoe burst in again. This time, how long will the turbulence last?

He laughed at himself, raised his hand and clenched the command sword. There was no trace of pleasure in his expression.

"Be steady, don't mess around! Gentlemen, generously let our side out and greet the guests with the most gracious artillery! Ready..."

"Mr. count! Enemy ship found due north! Distance 2300, speed 5.5, bow sign... It's the escaped antler destroyer!"

"How could... So soon?"

The commander's sword crashed on the deck with a clang. The count looked at the golden deer and saw a clearer shadow, and his eyes were filled with despair.

"Get ready for the side battle, fire gun..."

Boom!

Thunder blows!

Bean big raindrops poured down from the sky without any emotional accumulation. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a pouring rain curtain.

Count gervordang stood like a puppet in the sudden heavy rain, with thunder, rain and terrified instructions from his officers in his ears.

"Give up the guns, line up on the deck! Prepare! Prepare! The enemy ship meets the side!"