Chapter 460

"Open the gun, gentlemen, it's time to watch the scenery!"

Following the order of acharin, the dismantling arc gun door unique to valkiri was removed by the deputies, and the magnificent sea scene was unfolded in front of the Gunners.

"No matter how many times you watch it, people can't help being intoxicated by such a scene."

Acharin sighed comfortably.

"It's decided. Next time, I must take my drawing board on board and let you have a good look at my countless perfect painting skills!"

Where is the applause?

Acharin proudly held his head up, maintained the most dignified and reserved gentleman's standing posture, and looked forward to the praise, envy, moving and perhaps some appropriate worship of his subordinates.

But no, nothing.

The atmosphere in the gun cabin was strangely quiet. The crashing sound of the bow mixed with the water vapor floated in the air, and even people's breathing was covered.

Acharin heard the gunfire. Judging from the angle, it should be the bow gun pursued by vortex escape and the far side of Queen Anne's revenge.

Valkiri didn't even evade, and there was no landing point in the porthole of the bow. The hull didn't vibrate at all. Obviously, they all failed.

The approach continues.

The golden yoke has given up fleeing, and the sideboard launches dense guns like a hedgehog, but like valkiri, she is also waiting for closer distance and better opportunities.

Now is the last calm before the rainstorm.

Acharin raised his mouth slightly: "I know what you are waiting for, gentlemen. Even if I don't look into your eyes, I can feel your strong thirst for knowledge."

"But that shouldn't be the focus of your attention."

He gently patted the mortar after adjustment. The cold touch came from the palm of his hand and touched the soft place in people's heart.

Acharin suddenly lost interest in performing.

"You are an excellent artillery division drawn from the entire direct fleet. You reported to valkiri last August, went to Europe in October, and followed me to Africa in December."

"We've been together for at least seven months. If you were on the golden deer, we might even have been together for several years."

"I have good news for you. After this trip, 19 gentlemen will end your sailor career. Three of them have obtained the opportunity to study in senior schools, two have been transferred to the American chapter, three to the European chapter, and the rest will go to Africa."

"I have signed your transfer orders and finished your post evaluation. Except for three cadets and two captains, you will become a division artillery commander like me."

"Last lesson, I want to tell you what concentration is."

"God gives gentlemen the responsibility to lead their subordinates and assist their superiors. Concentration is your most trusted treasure and weapon."

"A dedicated, competent gentleman always knows what he wants."

"At the ball, when we fall in love with a lady, we need to focus. Focus will let us put down shame, hesitation, and the suspension of identity and status."

"Whether she is a girl, a wife, a nun or a pregnant woman, whether she is a noble, a rich man, a waiter or a prostitute, we can't stop us from attacking their beautiful body. As for success or not, it's only the smallest technical and detailed problem."

"On the battlefield, we also need to focus, be arrogant and leave only our opponents. Victory and defeat, life and death, all you get or will get, are determined by this starting point."

"So you shouldn't pay attention to me."

Acharin retreated slowly to make room for firing, hid where it was not easy to hit even if the mortar derailed, and swept his subordinates with encouraging eyes.

The golden shackle is very close, and it will not exceed 100 meters by visual inspection. The other party begins to throw full artillery at valkiri. Valkiri begins to shake. The nearest landing point is only about 10 meters from the bow of the ship, and the water mist obscures the field of vision.

However, the arc-shaped gun door is a long and narrow design, just like a grinning mouth. If you want to hit such a long and narrow section of the bow swinging up and down, the golden yoke needs to hone its shooting skills more.

"I know." acharin raised his voice. "I know you met the shy and maternal lone traveler half an hour ago and completely conquered her."

"Your body and heart are tired. Maybe you can't be as full of war and passion as just now."

"But gentlemen must not say no on this issue! Don't forget the responsibility entrusted to us by God. We have vowed to spread love fairly to every beautiful lady enough to impress us!"

"Look out the window, gentlemen!"

"The window of the lone traveler is the boudoir of the spanish lady. She is looking forward to your visit."

"She is the most enthusiastic and active girl I have ever seen in the world. Leaning on the colorful balcony, her nightgown is half faded and her fragrant shoulder is half exposed."

"Ask yourself, can you refuse such an attractive spanish lady?"

"This is your fight, please bet on the honor and dignity of gentlemen!" the holy looking gunner desses continued to shrink to a safe corner, "Kerry, you give orders."

"Yes, sir!"

Kerry, the second cannon, half knelt behind the mortar with red eyes.

"Distance!"

"Spanish beauty, distance 70, relative speed 3.5 knots!"

"Two chain bullets, distance 60, firing angle 74, suppression angle 2! Target Spanish beauty foremast and main mast..."

Kerry repressed his tears and roared, "beauty, come and love me!"

The Gunners in the forecastle shouted in unison, "beauty, love me!"

Boom! Boom!

……

Huge earthquake under your feet!

Lorraine saw two huge red chain bullets crossing the freeboard of the golden shackle at an almost straight angle, and gave orders with startled words.

"Haina! Full left rudder! The whole ship avoids collision, roll warning!"

Haina had been waiting for this order for a long time. As soon as she heard Lorraine's cry, she turned the steering wheel to the lowest without saying a word.

Click!

Then she remembered the order: "full left rudder! Sharp turn, roll!"

Within 40 feet of the golden yoke, valkiri swerved left.

The slender hull immediately tilted out of an almost rollover angle, and the waves flapped like a wall in the direction of the golden yoke.

The bows and masts of the two ships passed by with a slight difference. At the moment of crisscross, Lorraine heard screams and screams from the opposite side. There was a unique voice that made people feel sad when something huge fell down.

When the inclination gradually flattened, Lorraine couldn't wait to get up, lay on the deck and shouted: "observe the shelling effect!"

"Report!" edley's voice immediately responded, "one shot lost, hit the bow, hit the center, and the main mast broke. It has been confirmed that the golden yoke is paralyzed!"

"Long live gunner desses!"

The overturned deck cheered heartlessly.

Lorraine got up in the cheers, and then he really saw the golden yoke.

Her main mast was broken by acharin's chain shot, and she was pulling countless sails to the port.

However, the attack on the foremast lost its ammunition. The foremast and the back mast clung well. The main mast fell about 20 degrees and was hung in mid air by the sail cable and twin masts, so that the whole ship had a serious roll.

The pirates on the ship were saving themselves. Lorraine saw many pirates struggling to climb the mast.

But this unorganized self-help is more like a dying struggle.

The behavior of Pirates swarming up the mast made the center of gravity of the hull tilt more seriously to the left. The further inclination of the hull led more pirates to climb the mast and want to untie the broken main mast as soon as possible.

Lorraine suddenly heard the sound of gunfire, the sound of short guns loved by pirates. Pirates screamed on the mast and fell into the sea. The blood soon fainted a remnant flower.

"In addition to bullying the soft and fearing the hard, being greedy for life and death, and disorderly private life, yazha is really a perfect subordinate."

Lorraine clapped his hands.

"Well, gentlemen, it's still that sentence. The war is not over yet."

"Five degrees to port, turn around, two-thirds sail. Queen Anne's revenge is coming up. Let's welcome your highness Blackbeard."