Chapter 401

Acharin held the mortar barrel.

So maybe he is very disrespectful to the third successor of the Desai family. He just lies on the gun with a dedicated attitude, squinting one eye, raising his thumb and ass.

The whole Drake artillery likes to raise their hips.

"You know, gentlemen, the real marriage has enlightened me."

He chewed several pieces of seahorse stem from the East, and the tail of the seahorse turned up in his mouth, just like his respected hip.

"When your wife wants a boy, when the boy is still blowing the trumpet to God, she is destined to inherit a noble family with a history of 300 years, and she has separated from the species of women."

"Of course, madam is still beautiful, vain and well-educated. She doesn't forget to recite Shakespeare when she sharpens her waist... She is still that she, and we are the one who has changed."

"Imagine the moving moon in your eyes. Once, she was there, twice, she was there, three times, four times, five times, she was still there, but my wife told you that we will have fun with the moon tonight..."

"God, do you understand why Maria gave birth to a virgin?"

The whole bow gun cabin was silent, which was the norm when the chief of the artillery division taught his subordinates to shoot.

When the artillery commander speaks, he doesn't like someone to interrupt. He doesn't like questioning or praising. The audience just needs to listen.

Acharin was really satisfied with the reaction of his subordinates.

He swallowed his seahorse tail and waved his hand.

"7 to 10 minutes to the right... Right... Slow down from 7 minutes, and then slow down to realize the sudden appearance of intuition in the soul... If you find the right one, go to sleep with her and don't marry her... Stop!"

The movement of the gun truck stopped, and the auxiliary guns locked the wheels at the fastest speed, hung the fixed rope, stuck the track, and took all the safety measures they could do.

The sound of playing is very close!

There should be no sailors on board who are more familiar with the sound of guns than the gun crew. In the view of these professionals, the landing position is close to 50 meters. According to this calibration speed, the bumps of being shot will come at any time.

In other words, valkiri's action to prevent major damage is

Those lucky enough to have participated in the two rounds of internal sea trials began to think hard. Unfortunately, few people can think back. After all, those tactical regulations belong to ship operation business and have little to do with their gun operation.

In short, it is completely different from the golden deer or any other ship. After all, valkiri is armored.

Thinking, the deck under their feet soared. Acharin slipped carelessly and interrupted the ranging. He couldn't help but curl his mouth discontentedly.

"I hate the anti gun design with the bow raised. A competent gentleman will never look at a lady who admires you with his chin, because red lips and hot kisses are our sharp weapons, not beard."

The second gun swallowed his saliva in a low voice: "well, sir, if you don't raise the bow, this direct attack..."

"Adjutant, to understand your position and how to avoid harm is the consideration of the silly Karen and the fierce asasin woman. We only need to consider one thing to capture every woman in front of us!"

Boom!

The ship shook violently, and there was a thunderbolt on his head. Acharin was so frightened that he shrunk his neck. When he reacted, he felt that he had lost face in front of his subordinates.

He rolled his eyes sadly: "well, occasionally raising his chin may be helpful to show his masculinity. I hope the direct attack just now didn't destroy varkiri's curve. That's my second favorite place on the whole ship."

"Distance."

"3... 360, sir!" at first glance, the virgin and new rangefinder shouted at his throat.

"Well, well, the bow gun cabin is very small. We can maintain elegance. I can hear you."

Acharin sighed and lay back on the gun barrel and put on a posture.

"In my heart, only the wife who inherits the order is terrible. That extravagant demand is romantic. The most devout believers will be afraid to step forward."

"But they always get the boy and get the coveted first place, as long as they are fast and accurate enough..."

He clambered down the barrel.

"Distance 200, open the gun door. Unlock the gun truck pulley and add two ropes!"

The deputies worked nervously.

The wide and pioneering arc-shaped gun door was removed, like walkiri grinning at a gallop, swallowing a large amount of water mist in front of the sky's artillery fire.

The cold water mist filled the gun cabin by the strong wind, and the Gunners who were used to the warmth could not help shivering. But no one complained, because they had been operating guns for many years, they had never been so free from opening narrow guns and collecting the whole magnificent battlefield!

I don't know when, acharin knelt on one knee right behind the gun, raised his right arm straight, and made a star alignment with his thumbs up.

"Five quarters to the right, three quarters to the elevation, mark the center line between the forecastle and the foremast, take a shot at a distance of 30, and cut into the rear sides to make a full and concerted sound."

"Record! There is a huge defect in the Navy heritage of Iberia, gun only doctrine. Once the battle line is formed, they want to move all guns to the side, as if the battle line is an iron wall, and they never have to worry about being penetrated!"

The chief of the artillery is rarely serious, and everyone writes hard.

"However, life is full of surprises. You never know what you are facing. Just like through the small porthole, we thought the zebra was pure black. Until we opened the great gun gate, we found... Yeah? There was an elephant opposite?"

"Surprise is like marriage. You think it's a grave, but in the end it's a rose garden!"

"No marriage! You will never know the long aftertaste of romance and apology, the itching of books and sweat, and how beautiful and affectionate your wife's best friend is!"

"We are sandwiched between two passionate carcasses. On the left is desire and on the right is reason. You are vigilant to catch traitors in your study and want to swim in the sea of knowledge when you return to your bedroom..."

"But you only have the last spare power tonight. Who will you spread this spare power to when the Beatles rises?"

We were hopelessly immersed in the thought of torturing the soul.

The virgin trembled and raised his hand: "Sir, I think it should be a best friend..."

"Oh! So you're a virgin."

Acharin retreated disdainfully to the edge of the cabin and gave the gun position to the string gunner.

"If a lady is not pregnant, she won't doubt her beauty. If she doesn't doubt her beauty, she won't invite her young and moving best friend to stay. If her best friend doesn't stay, you can't go to the study to sleep. If you don't go to the study, how can you encounter the love in silk pajamas by the warm fire?"

"Don't underestimate madam!" he said solemnly, solemnly, solemnly.

The gunfire outside the ship has stopped. Valkiri tore open the water mist and, under the guidance of the female warrior God, with an unstoppable momentum, directly inserted into the middle of the battle line of dagama and DIAS.

Acharin screamed.

"Your wife has only one best friend! Let go!"

Boom!

There was a lonely sound in the lonely field, dense clouds and thunder alone. Valkiri fired the first shot.

The 24 pound cast iron projectile was thrown from 32 meters away from the bow of the ship. The barrel of the 48 pound overweight mortar gun first rose, crossed the obstruction of the bow and the inclined mast, and immediately fell.

It whined and accurately moved away from the forecastle. In the eyes of all Portuguese, it tilted and hit the front of the deck less than 1 meter away from the foremast!

Click!

The tough main deck could not resist at all, and the red shrapnel drilled a big hole.

Click!

The messy upper gun chamber showed no half defense. It was tightly connected to the skylight overhead and broke the second big hole.

Click!

The projectile flew obliquely all the way, blew away the sundries and opened the skylight. The oblique stab hit the thick foremast. The foremast shook and climbed away from the hit place, which was ferocious enough to plug into the huge cracks of the fingers.

The sound of wood cracking was like a thunderbolt in the Portuguese ears, more deafening than the roar of artillery.

Scolari clenched his teeth nervously and looked at the foremast shaking

"Fortunately, I still have the most exquisite craftsmanship in Portugal..."

"Hit the alarm!"

Captain Angelo interrupted his emotion. The voice completely lost its poise, leaving only fear and panic.

"Enemy ships burst in, close in, full! Direct attack on the bow!"

Boom, boom! Boom, boom!

Valkiri cut into the gap. After the lonely bow gun, the two side guns sent out a sky splitting roar between dagama and DIAS!

Medium wave, strong wind, close range, target stationary.

She was only 33 meters away from the bow of the dagama ship and 112 meters away from the wide stern of DIAS. It was like a magic knife without firmness. With only one knife, she tore the battle line into two scattered halves.

Such shelling is so simple in the eyes of the gunner.

If such an examination question is drawn from their daily practice, they will think that Mr. Desai has been drained of his energy by Mrs. Cecilia, or that he has been caught in bed first and then drained of his energy by Mrs. Cecilia.

A steel storm swept through Portuguese sailors.

22 shelling on each side, including 15 modified 32 pounds and 7 short tube 24 pounds, mixed with chain bullets and solid bullets, spilled water in less than two minutes.

The dagama was shot six times. The first chain bullet twisted the bow mast, and three consecutive rounds were embedded in the hull. A 32 pound chain bullet flew high and swept from the front of the port to the middle of the starboard. Another 24 pound short barrel gun marked a unique straight arc and hit the foremast from the front. The unbearable mast finally screamed and tilted to one side.

The stern of the DIAS suffered heavy damage. In the water mist covering the world, half of the stern tower flew high under the shaking of mountain collapse and earth crack, disintegrated and collapsed in the air, and the living and dead bodies dyed a large area of the Sea red.

No one knows how many shots the DIAS took in that round of shelling. People only know that the sun set in Portugal and the great navigator lost to the merchant without suspense.

"Lower the flag..." Scolari's voice was as ridiculous as a drowning sea fish. "Please those young people in a humanitarian position... Try to save those drowning lives..."