Chapter 511

"The stern is shot!" Adria's cry rang through the deck of the lady. "Distance 45, avoid!"

"Ray, keep the snake away! Mathillier, aim at the mast of the Mistra and force her to slow down!" pierce grabbed the guardrail. "Turner! Hasn't the foremast sail been adjusted yet? Hang up the sail immediately. We need to fight back!"

"Lieutenant! It's too close to..."

"Direct attack!"

Boom!

With a roar, Mistra's 32 pound bow gun exploded on the left side of the lady's stern building. The drill referee immediately came forward and announced that the left upper stern gun was disabled, and the two compartments of the stern building were greatly damaged.

This is the third time a lady has been shot in ten minutes. The longest distance is 70 meters and the shortest distance is 30 meters. The bow gun of the Mistra fired seven rounds in pursuit, of which three hit. It was the first direct attack just now.

Ray tried his best, but he still couldn't get rid of his opponent. If it went on like this, the lady was almost certain to lose.

Mary dragged her black painted hand to pierce, and Pierce was worried.

"Mathillier, your hand..."

"Just now it was in the destroyed gun cabin..." matilil coldly reported that the gunner blocked the deadly paint for me and judged it as a broken arm. "

Pierce breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his head. Suddenly, he saw a few drops of red blood mixed with paint crackling at matilil's feet.

"Hey, you don't seem to be splashed with paint, are you fragments..."

"Not fragments."

Mathilier turned over his arm and revealed a long new wound on the inner side of his forearm. It happened to be in a rare place where the paint had not been splashed. It was red and white, with crisscross skin and flesh, and looked dazzling.

"The referee said that my arm should be broken by the whole explosion and asked me to stay unconscious for half an hour. I told him I couldn't help it, he didn't believe it, so I cut myself in front of him, which made him believe that I could stay awake."

"Er... Are you sure he wasn't frightened by you?"

"As long as the results are the same, his ideas don't matter."

Pierce was persuaded

"Well, what did you think of if you didn't run to bandage the wound?"

"The problem with the stern gun." matilil was crisp. "The upper 12 pound caliber was insufficient, and the lower 18 pound firing angle was insufficient. The Mistra arranged a large number of gun blocking plates in the bow, and the commander commanded the pursuit on the bow deck. They also separated the foremast sail cable in advance, so they were not afraid of us breaking the bow mast."

"I'm going to push two twenty-four pound doors to the deck and use the height there to throw shells to the foremast of Mistra. Even if I can't hit the foremast, I can bypass the gun block and try to kill their pursuit commander."

"Push to the upper deck?" pierce looked at the narrow and tortuous passage of the forecastle. "How?"

"The submachine sling can be used, but the longitudinal boom needs to be pushed away. That is, the longitudinal sail needs to be sacrificed temporarily."

"I refuse." pierce answered without even thinking about it. "In the current situation, ray is trying his best to avoid the shelling of Mistra. If we give up the sail assistance, we can't avoid their shelling."

Pierce took a deep breath: "don't forget, exchange the lady and Mistra. They've won."

"But if we go on like this, we will lose more miserably." matilil frowned. "The judgment of the drill is too unfavorable to us. It will take at least 15 minutes for Turner to rearrange the foremast sail, and their shelling will only be more and more accurate."

Pierce thought for a while.

"You just interfere with the firing and adjust the target from the foremast to the bow gun cabin," he said. "You said they arranged the pursuit commander on the bow deck, didn't you? I'll deal with that man!"

……

The hull shook badly.

Although the ladder on the mast is an orthodox hard ladder, which feels solid and reliable when stepping on it, the hull has maintained a half limit snake avoidance, leaning left to right, and leaning right to left.

Pierce's physical fitness and strength are only as strong as ordinary humans. Climbing the mast under such conditions feels like sliding around in a violent storm.

It's so exciting

Pierce was on the ladder, carrying two maritime commuters, holding the ladder tightly with both hands, and his feet swayed around like flags.

He was only separated by three ladders, and Xiao Sanmei, who followed him closely, was frightened.

In fact, the third sister Xiao carries much more things than Pierce. She has three maritime commuters and a spare charville with a longer range. The special and fragile exercise is carried in her arms with fire guns, and a three meter long stability belt is hung around her waist.

The total weight of these things is more than 20 kilograms. Xiao Sanmei climbs the ladder with her back. She not only has spare strength, but also can spare one hand to cover her mouth. While preventing her scream from interfering with Pierce's attention, she is also ready to reach out for rescue at any time.

Trembling and walking on thin ice, pierce climbed the back mast, which usually takes less than a minute to climb the top, for five minutes. During that time, the lady was shot again. It was still on the right side of the poop. According to edley's disgusting judgment standard, maybe the chief mate's room deep in the poop has been checked off the retention form.

Pierce finally turned over to the lookout platform, nestled in the basket and gasped for a few times. He immediately took off his gun and gave way to the gap on the stage.

A slender hand put on the edge of the stage. Xiao Sanmei didn't find the grip of the basket arm at all. She just propped herself into the stage.

"Three younger sisters, load!" pierce shouted, tore open the end of the paper shell and poured the propellant into the capsule.

He only achieved this step, because the front end of the paper shell is sealed with a mixture of lead shot and gunpowder, which must be replaced by hand charging and filled with non lethal exercise ammunition.

After loading the propellant, pierce handed the gun to sister Xiao.

"The distance is 70 to 100 meters, two spoons of bore fire and three bullets."

"Yes."

The two men bowed their heads and worked busily. In three minutes, five maritime commuters and one chalville were filled and compacted carefully with strips.

Pierce stood up and raised her gun to find her goal. Xiao Sanmei knelt at his feet, fixed the stability rope layer by layer to the belt of his waist and chest, and locked the other end in all directions of the lookout, pulled it tight and tied it to death.

Even if the ship capsized, the relative prohibition of pierce and the lookout would not change at all.

He squinted, held up his gun, and his eyes shook behind the stacked gun guards in the bow of the Mistra.

"Three younger sisters, is the drill bomb safe?"

"The special gel technology is adopted, and the rubber bomb is not flammable, but it is crisp and broken when it touches."

"The test report on board said that a total of 800 test shots were carried out, ranging from 15 meters to 70 meters. Nine shooting targets were replaced. They never successfully hit anything, including paper and skin."

"Sounds so reliable..."

Pearce found the target as like as two peas. The strong woman shook her arm vigorously after the gun. She had a shrinking little guy beside her. From time to time she could see the half top hat and the gorgeous windbreaker. It seemed to be the standard dress Drake had in the color and style. Pearce had the same look.

"Speaking..." pierce looked for the shooting angle. "Have the three younger sisters seen their Hanji Tidu?"

"No." Xiao Sanmei thought for a moment, "but I seem to have heard of it. If it's the same person, her reputation in the intermediate school is very bad. It's said that when she sees more than two strangers or familiar people, she will be too shy to speak."

"There are still such people in our school?" Pierce was surprised and relieved. "Although he was curious, it must not be that... How can such a shy person command the fleet?"

Another hit, this time on the left side of the poop, behind the lady's side, dyed a large piece of black paint, but from the position, it should be regarded as a scratch.

Xiao Sanmei asked curiously, "don't you know governor Han Ji? You have classes in senior school."

"It's shooting class. This guy was absent all semester. I remember very clearly..."

Pierce deflated his mouth: "what is the firing rate of the drill bomb?"

"Less than 30%." Xiao Sanmei blurted out, "most of them melt in the chamber, and only a few can be out of the chamber."

"It's really low..." pierce reluctantly straightened the gun position. "In short, I'll pinch each other's gun point for five test shots. You're responsible for cleaning and loading."

"Well..."

"Well, here we go."