Chapter 399

On December 20, 1784, the West Asia Kuria Muria Bay, the sea area off haranye island.

Winter rain, strong wind.

There is almost no real strong wind in the equatorial region, because the temperature here is high, the pressure is low, the slope is gentle, and the low pressure will flow to the poles, blocking the invasion of the subtropical high.

But the waters of Muscat Sultanate do not stay on the 0-degree latitude after all.

The latitude of 15 to 20 degrees was also in winter. With a cold rain, a strong wind with seven or eight knots blew.

Three big ships are shuttling in parallel between strong winds and waves.

The two ships are shorter and taller. They are round, wide and fat. One is longer and shorter, with a slender hull and a high bow.

Similar flags are hung on their main mast, all with white background and brightly colored Chinese patterns, one is a three-color bright flower, and the other is a sea blue badge cross.

But they are unquestionably enemies.

"Starboard shot! Distance 170, full!"

Adria's voice was much clearer than his girlfriend green in the strong wind.

What's more, ray has the most perfect combat state. Once he enters the battle, he can't hear anything except the voice of the captain, sailing and lookout.

The cooperation between the two sides is extremely tacit.

"Starboard shot, left rudder ten degrees, avoid!"

The lady with sails deflected under his command and did not completely escape the shelling area, but avoided the waters with the most dense bullets.

A large amount of water burst on the starboard side of the lady. Pierce's eyes widened in the mist

"Shot! Shot on starboard!"

A red bullet tore open the water mist and hit the edge of the freeboard straightly and heavily. It bounced up with a bang wrapped in wood chips and a small section of guardrail, and fell high and leisurely into the water on the other side.

Pierce covered his head and tightened the rope: "be gentle with ladies, you understand! You Lisbon boar Lianya..."

"Left ship shelling!"

Pearce make complaints about the teacher's voice.

"Shot on port side! Range 120, direct attack on the bow!"

Pierce's heart trembled with fear: "Ray!"

"I see!"

Left rudder leveled, then full rudder, still left rudder. Lei's action was flowing, and with the speed of the lady nearly eight knots, he stubbornly swung the whole warship before the shell fell.

Boom, boom!

The shells exploded on the starboard side of the sea, and the rolling sea became a boiling pot of water. The huge waves rushed onto the deck and hit people's faces like a heavy hammer.

Pierce quickly wiped off the water drops that had stuck his eyes, and bah a lot.

"Turn around, turn around! The full mast lowers half the sail, and the longitudinal sail group turns the sail to find the wind. You have only one minute. In one minute, I want my lady to run again! Come on!"

"Yes!" Kao should drink, stride up the stern deck, personally grasp the heavy yard of the longitudinal sail, and his muscles bulge, "chase the wind!"

"Chase the wind!"

After 40 seconds of trepidation, the lady moved again, and the two great navigators in Portugal were still busy turning around nearly a kilometer away. Anyway, the lady finally got rid of the trap for the time being.

Lock the rudder and fix the sail. A group of people sat down on the ground. Everyone was busy breathing, and no one had any spare strength to make a noise.

Today is the 34th day that the secret service formation blockaded the port of gaihailil.

Muscat Sultanate still did not make a compromise, because of the taboo, pierce still did not untie the fleet's shelling ban.

The secret service formation wandered like a lonely soul in the outer sea area of gehailil port. Outside the range of the coastal defense fort, it forced fishing boats back to the port with several class 5 giant ships that the whole Sudanese state could not find.

The women begged, knelt down, held the children by the beach, and cried helplessly.

The men threw stones and harpoons into the sea in a futile way to drive away the evil invaders a few kilometers away from their homes.

But pierce can't see this.

The port lock ultimatum was delivered by faraming. Faraming told him that the Portuguese were singing and dancing in Scheck's palace, so he didn't withdraw from the banquet when he was waiting for him.

At that time, the officers of Portugal sat on the right and the officers of Shek sat on the left.

Sheck threw the ultimatum into the brazier of roast sheep in front of him. If there were no big holes in warships and Portuguese ships outside the port, he and the sailors accompanying him would also be thrown into the brazier.

This is all pierce saw in his eyes, contempt, perversity and stupidity.

He wanted to order his fleet to fire. He wanted to use the 32 pounds of the lady and the 18 pounds of the future and the freshman code to let these stupid people know what they were provoking.

But he is facing a neutral sovereign state.

The impression is that lilolin has never taken the initiative to target such political forces, because weak sovereign countries often have more secrets than colonies.

They seem to be under the protection of one country, but behind the seemingly, they often jump out of another.

There is a huge risk for privateers to attack them.

Because if the other one jumped out happened to be great Britain, the shelling would drag the whole Drake chamber of commerce into the abyss of doom, just like the unlucky Captain Kidd.

Hesitation, hesitation, hesitation, hesitation

Then the Portuguese appeared from the sea level.

Two navigator class, the latest and most powerful 74 class III battleships of the Portuguese Navy, adopt the standard 1770 French design, and have the best ship materials and top manpower.

This type of ship is the strongest king among the 70-90 door class warships in the world. It has above standard speed, first-class flexibility, first-class defense, super first-class crew and super first-class firepower configuration

Even Lorraine said that the French are good at creating classics, just like the incomparable 1750 five class French Galen. In the past 30 years, there can be no better design scheme in the field of class III battleships.

Are they opponents?

Pierce had only one thought in his mind when he found the enemy.

As long as you repel these two big guys, the fool hiding in the palace and wrapped in a white scarf will beg for mercy

Lady attack!

There is no room for a class 5 destroyer to intervene in a 32 pound battle. Even a direct attack of an 18 pound main gun can't break through the hull of a battleship. The desperate side elevation difference is enough to eradicate their desire to send shrapnel to the other side's deck.

This battle is destined to be a solo dance of the lady, but pierce never thought that his lady would dance so hard

After the first round of crisis, pierce gasped and kicked every sailor he could see.

The sailors ran away, ran to their posts, and skillfully checked the ropes, knots, sails, cables, and even the yellow sand bucket used for fire fighting beside the deck.

The lady regained her vitality in the blink of an eye.

Pierce went all the way to the second deck of the stern cabin and asked through the hatch, "third sister, how's Hashim?"

"The bump was too big just now, and the wound cracked. I've sewed it again..." Xiao Sanmei opened the hatch wearily. "Young master, Hashim said he could hold on. He wouldn't go to hell until he saw his enemy die."

"Even if you see the death of your enemy, don't go to hell in a hurry. He must serve me for at least 30 years..." pierce deflated his mouth. "Don't forget, we wouldn't have had a chance to fight two great navigators if Antille laguain hadn't cut him and escaped into gaelier."

……

In the distance, the strange warship with gorgeous flags and tough and decisive fighting style finally stopped running away.

"It seems that our young opponents have had enough rest." Lieutenant General Scolari put down his goggles and locked the fuzzy ship shadow with his turbid old eyes. "They turned around. The ship's posture was as reckless as before, still so energetic."

Colonel Angelo, the captain of the da Gama and the old partner of the lieutenant general, smiled and handed over a cup of coffee: "if only they were young people from Portugal, but... They belong to a savage pirate chamber of Commerce."

"Cheap pirates can't cultivate such young people, old man." Scolari sipped his coffee and put a disdainful expression on his face. "Although we perform the duty of soldiers, I've heard of the governor of Kenya."

"I promise it's full of shady conspiracies and calculations, otherwise it's just a Fernandez... This kind of little man is not worth a super chaebol with a market value of ￡ 3 million to risk his future."

"The general meant..." Angelo frowned.

"I don't mean anything." Scolari stuffed the coffee back into Angelo's hand, "let the DIAS continue to carry out parallel entrapment tactics. Tell them that the shelling just now is very ugly. The other party is just a 50 door destroyer. No matter how big she is, she doesn't need to hide 200 meters away."

"Yes!"

Angelo saluted dryly. He just wanted to run to convey the flag, but suddenly Scolari called him back. He also found a rare expression of doubt on the veteran's face.

"General, general?"

"Shh? Did you hear the song?"

"Singing?"

Scolari turned his head sideways to the direction of the sea breeze: "the song, a very familiar song, I must have heard it more than once, and I can't remember what it was..."

He stepped to the sideboard, held the railing, and almost put the whole person out of the shipboard: "it's the wind that conveys the sound. I won't hear it wrong... Angelo, let the lookout search the Western sea in an all-round way, extending outward from five kilometers, and don't leak an inch!"

"The English warship opposite..."

While hesitating, Angelo suddenly heard the song as if it were nothing, wrapped in the wind, far and near.

【RuleBritannia!】……

【Britanniarulethewaves.】……

【Britonsnever，never，nevershallbeslaves.】……

"Look out!" he suddenly became crazy and shouted frantically to the main mast, "the Western sea, the wind direction and position, start searching from five kilometers, ask..."

"The DIAS found the enemy!"

The Commodore's cry knocked Angelo's next words back to his stomach.

"At three o'clock, we found a trace of enemy ships. The number is one, the distance is 5900, and the ship type is confirmed to be the same as the opposite enemy ship... No! Iron armor type at the same level!"

The messenger rubbed his eyes desperately and watched his friends hundreds of meters away repeat the same message again and again.

His voice began to tremble unconsciously: "general, Captain, my friend said that the speed of the iron hull ship was 14 knots. No one had ever heard that a 70 meter ship could reach this speed, not to mention that she was wrapped in an iron shell..."

"My friend said that the Diaz had repeatedly confirmed the flag and logo of the enemy ship, determined that she was coming for us, and would hit our range in 15 minutes."

"My friend said that captain turunsco hopes to form an attack formation immediately. If possible, maybe we can let go of the wooden boat opposite..."

"My friend said, the monster is coming..."