Chapter 464

Through the narrow porthole, the little Queen Anne's Revenge coincided with the big thumb, shaking, shaking, shaking with the sea wave

"Distance 160, azimuth southeast south, port side opposite, 30m parallel, the included angle between the two ships is less than 3, parallel."

Acharin let out a sigh of relief, straightened up, tilted his ass and brushed his spotless knees.

"I declare that the captain is a friend of the artillery."

"Even if there are seventeen or eight minor problems, it doesn't matter. No one is perfect. If the captain is really perfect, what do we crew do?"

Seeing that his entourage's deputy finished recording the data, acharin took over the writing board, found the sail walking chair and crossed his legs.

"The height difference of the side is 1.4m, the thickness is three levels, the armour gun is in the open air, and the upper sailors..."

"By the way, tell the captain that the current state is perfect and does not need to be changed. Please keep it stable."

"Also, ask about the relative speed of both sides, the current speed difference and the speed difference after reaching the designated position. Shooting is art, gentlemen. Art is explosion."

"Yes!"

After the ceremony, the Deputy rushed out of the cabin. Acharin wrote on the writing board for a while and raised his head: "notice, the upper shotgun, the firing angle is 4 degrees, the lower solid, the firing angle is 0 degrees, the port full gun door is ready for firing, and the standby time will not exceed 5 minutes."

The gun chamber is busy.

The track lock of the gun truck was opened. As an alternative security measure, two fixed ropes were added to each gun at the same time, so that the gun could slide back to about four meters to complete the tactical action of loading the front chamber.

Many people misunderstood yacharin because of the wind review. They thought he was a heartless and heartless shooting machine. The only wish in his life was to shoot.

In fact, this evaluation is biased.

He is a shooting machine, yes, but he is by no means a believer in results only theory.

He always respected the famous saying of probability and insisted that as long as there was a possibility of an accident, an accident would happen.

The creed of the gun cabin is safety first, the fixation requirements are twice the standard, the gun track is required to be cleaned every day, and the sundries are required to be regular at any time.

In the upper and lower functional areas of the ship, the cleanliness of the gun cabin is second only to that of the carpentry room. This situation is rare in the whole world, because Lorraine has always paid attention to the condition of the kitchen cabin. The sanitation under Wang Ye is the top, and the control area of acharin is the top.

Clean, charge, charge and bore. A gun adjusted the firing angle according to acharin's requirements, and the dark barrel was pushed out of the gun door.

Kerry and another deputy gunner began to perform the final calibration separately. Acharin clapped his hands and called the Gunners in the cabin to his side.

"Let the ladies feel the freshness of the whole night. Gentlemen, this is our common creation. I believe you, like me, have fantasized about the spectacular scene of tactical launch more than once."

"What I regret most now is that we are not the first team in the world to launch this great tactic. In Africa, the boys of the secret service formation have tasted fresh before us."

"Do you all know pierce Yates? Our distinguished vice president, the supervisor of the secret service formation, and the most beloved little guy of the board of directors, he gave us the highest evaluation of our creation, that is..."

Acharin sold an official with an obscene smile.

"He was frightened."

The whole cabin roared with laughter.

"Well, gentlemen, Atticus is still young. He has not had the opportunity to see a real lady in bed, in a carriage, on the grass or on the wall. He has not seen anything in the world. We must forgive him for making a fuss."

"But we can't do that."

The Deputy trotted up to him and whispered a few words. He nodded and smiled.

"The distance is 60, the course is stable and perfect. Let's pray for our great captain when praising God. He created the most perfect shelling environment for us."

"Now take your place, count down one minute, ready..."

"Avoid..."

Vaguely, acharin seemed to hear a strange, familiar, distant and close cry from outside the wall.

The voice seemed to be Lorraine's.

But in his impression, Lorraine seemed to have never been so impolite. Even when he led the butterfly to charge the reindeer, he also showed restraint and depression.

Did something happen?

The thought turned. Acharin just wanted to send someone to ask about the situation on the deck. The whole ship suddenly tilted!

The angle of the roll is so large and the speed of the roll is so fast that the inclination of the hull exceeds 15 degrees in about half a second.

Unprepared for the accident, acharin and the Gunners flew up like toys discarded by children, stretching their hands and feet backward.

Acharin watched one of his favorite auxiliary guns smash on the pillar of the gun cabin, his head burst out with a bang, and his neck twisted into a strange and exaggerated angle.

Kerry's luck was a little better than that of the auxiliary gun. He flew high and crashed into the gunpowder pile piled up by the bulkhead. His arm accidentally caught the metal hoop of the gunpowder barrel, stabbed and tore off a large piece of skin and blood.

Kerry screamed.

His screams mixed in a series of screams, like an accompaniment, pushed acharin upside down and crashed into the collision net between the pillars.

The thick net rope stung acharin and made him hum. Before he could slow down, more than ten strong men fell from the sky and jumped at him like a milk swallow throwing into the forest.

Boom!

The first one lifted his knee and hit Ya Zha's lower abdomen.

Boom!

The second elbow hammer was on his chest.

The third, the fourth, the fifth and the sixth fell on both sides of him one after another, so crowded that he couldn't move at all.

The seventh flew very high, straight and straight, and drew an arc like a crossbow arrow, thumping right in acharin's nose.

For a moment, acharin seemed to fall into the hell of lemon. Thousands of kinds of sour and astringent stimulated the tear film, and the nose ran out immediately.

Click!

A crisp sound

crack? Shedding? Off the ground? heavy?

Through tears and mist, acharin saw a dark shadow rising in the air through the gap of the human wall. The shape was round. It seemed that there was no other similarity nearby except the 32 pounds of Gate 7.

"God..."

The derailed cannon crashed into the crowd like a city cone. They couldn't move without screaming. They huddled together on the anti-collision network and could only watch the cannon rush towards them!

Will you die? I'm dying. Dead?

Life flashed one by one in front of acharin like a lantern. After hundreds of beauties of different shapes were ashamed, they finally settled on the green grass of Bordeaux in that sunny afternoon. Cecilia wore a wreath and a wedding dress!

She seemed to be glowing, the pure white wings of holiness opened from behind, and the plain feather fluttered all over the sky.

"Ah..."

Stretch!

The safety rope... Is tight

Like a giant dancing hammer, the heavy gun smashed into the solid ground of the gun cabin with unparalleled momentum, and the landing point was only close to the nearest gunner!

The roll finally flattened.

Pale Kerry dragged his injured arm and climbed and rolled to the crowd of acharin: "gunner general! Gunner general?"

"Ah!" there was a deep sigh among the crowd, and acharin was full of tears. "Thank God, if it weren't for your mercy, I almost forgot that I had met an angel!"

Kerry was about to faint because of blood loss. As soon as he heard acharin's prayer, he didn't feel sleepy.

"Commander, do you think of Mrs Cecilia?"

"It's not a lady, it's an angel!" acharin cried and pushed away the smelly men. "Cecilia was shining like an angel in that blessed wedding!"

"Compared with her, the girl is too shy and too dark. She hides on the other side of the light, like an impeccable gem buried deep in the center of the earth."

"Her chestnut medium long curly hair is clever and introverted, and the small freckles on her face set off the green but spring face. There are also tear moles in the corners of her eyes. Even if she is covered by Cecilia's light, the beautiful tear moles are still successfully branded in the depths of my soul, until now!"

Blood and flesh flowed out of the black line on the floor of the gun cabin

Kerry stammered, "er... Gunner general, you are even thinking about other women when you look back?"

"What is another woman!" acharin was angry. "She was one of the bridesmaids that day, Cecilia's beautiful best friend!"

"It's too unthinkable. She was clearly within my reach. Just because she was shy, she just avoided my sight and let us miss it perfectly..."

"Ah! Even God forbids such a tragedy, but God, I made a big mistake and didn't even inquire about her name!"

"Shame!"

"Shame!!!"