Chapter 582

"4800 away from the Vader! The distance is widening! We can't get close!"

On the virgin cigar, Ginny beaver took a handful of pepper from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

The native hot food from Mexico soon spread in his mouth, which made his eyes red.

Chief officer Rodman stood beside him with admiration on his face.

"Captain, the black Prince is worthy of being the black prince. There is an ambush in front of him, and he dares to speed up the ship."

"It's not to speed up." Ginny's mouth is sprayed with pink juice. "His rudder and sail are too stable. He has hardly deviated from the wind belt for such a long time, and the ship's speed is naturally stable. But we deviated several times, and the distance will be larger and larger."

Rodman said suddenly, "the second fleet of hounds should have reached his deck sight distance. Why rush forward along the wind?"

"Our boat is clenched behind. At this time, we will definitely catch up with us if we change the course greatly. The Vida is gambling that as long as she is fast enough, the hound's boat will not dare to stop on her route."

"Die together?"

Guinness laughed wildly: "after all, the Ji saway is far away in Boston. It is not impossible for the little hounds to leave the dog king and be scared away by their prey..."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

The voice was interrupted by the thunder on the horizon. Gini frowned and looked back at the clear blue sky.

"Rodman, will it rain today?"

Rodman also looked confused: "it should be sunny yesterday, today and tomorrow..."

"Then this thunder..."

Boom!

The burst burst burst out from the end of the sea and sky, accompanied by a thick column of smoke and a small flying house.

Guinness watched the flying house rise from Haiping, flew in the sky in the wind for a long time, and shyly drilled back to Haiping like a milk swallow throwing into the forest. There was no news again

His mouth had already opened to the maximum unconsciously.

"Rodman..."

"Yes..."

"There... Is it..."

Rodman swallowed hard: "maybe... Apollo's golden carriage crashed..."

"Did the golden carriage... Fall near the Havana victory?"

"It may be a mirage..."

"Is there such a clear mirage?"

"Maybe..."

"Possible?"

Silence, silence

Rodman stood firmly as if he had just regained consciousness: "commander, I'll let the lookout... No! I'll go to the lookout immediately! Go immediately... Go immediately!"

……

"Port rudder! Cut to the side!"

With Katrina's hearty order, bell carefully turned the steering wheel like a fragile product.

Valkiri is cruising at a speed of more than 12 knots. In this state, any unsmooth change of direction will cut a fault in the sea and carry the ship to roll greatly.

However, Lorraine does not allow deceleration or roll. Under this requirement, there is basically no difference in operation between hypocritical 5 degrees and not allowed.

Therefore, varkiri's freeboard began from 1 or 8 kilometers away. Bell could only move less than once at a time. With initial results, he quickly turned back to the rudder. When the ship was stable, he turned the rudder again. He did so repeatedly and repeatedly until he entered 200 meters, he completely moved the moving ship from the back of the target to the port side.

All the inclinations are hidden in the repeated waves. It doesn't feel like sideways at all. If you insist on describing it, bumps may be a more accurate word.

Huerkiri cut from the port side of Havana victory in a completely parallel attitude, and the bow passed through the stern of the target. Like a god high above, he raised his bow and sailed straight into the middle of the target.

The young man who took on the gun for the first time was so nervous that he almost collapsed and completely forgot the order to fire the gun.

He heard someone shouting in the opposite direction: "fire, fire! Blow her down, blow her down... Blow her down at once!"

Boom, boom!

Sporadic shells hit valkiri's armor. At a distance of 30 meters, 12 pounds can only scratch a little spark. Only 18 pounds can slightly change the support under the armor and make a squeaky inverted sound.

The harsh inverted teeth, the roaring front loaded gun and the lingering chime finally bombed the young gun order out of the tension.

He is no longer nervous.

The little soul flew up and looked at the body like a numb spectator, raised his arm and waved it forward 90 degrees.

"Full shooting, astringent!"

Boom!

The first artillery shot was fired, and the main gunner holding the hair rope completed the action of pulling the side with a conditioned reflex attitude.

The red 16 pound iron bullet flew out of the deep barrel, crossed the 32 meter wide sea in the blink of an eye, tore open the hull, broke the compartment, and smashed a big hole in the bow third of Havana's victory.

No one cheered such a direct attack.

Nervous, silent, mechanical, day-to-day training, hundreds of simulations

The young man forgot everything at the moment of the gunfire, leaving only the hair rope in his hand, his own round, and five seconds of endless reciprocating.

5、 Four, three, two, one, boom!

5、 Four, three, two, one, boom!

5、 Four, three, two, one, boom

Shrapnel and chain bullets swept across the deck, and 32 pound heavy artillery smashed the hull. Valkiri and commercial Bagh were never a dimensional creature, and every sound was like a death knell from hell.

The third, fifth and sixth gun gates of the gun chamber successively smashed the ammunition of Havana's great victory. The scattered ammunition flew around in the narrow fire field where no living people were found, ignited and swept away repeatedly.

A bullet smashed the gunpowder compartment in the middle of the hull. The fire wrapped the barrel of sealed gunpowder and burned it crackling and burning.

Another bouncing bullet followed, skimming one side window after another, watching the giant ship passing by, smashing the powder keg and spilling a lot of medicine bags.

Boom, boom, boom!

The martyrdom explosion happened, reasonable, unexpected.

The violent explosion blew thin in the center of the ship, and the strong wind swept away all obstacles along the way, breaking and flying the riddled ship.

Mast, poop, planks, guns, corpses, living people

Everything that could fly but could not fly flew, and the huge poop and the several meter high tsunami rushed behind varkiri.

But they can't catch up.

The strong wind stirred the air. Under Bell's control, valkiri once climbed to the top speed of 14 knots, which was too fast to catch up with the afterwaves of the explosion.

The young Gunners raked the gun doors of the stern guns, face to face, head to head, and the cheers suppressed the ups and downs, just like the cry of evil spirits in hell.

Acharin and Kerry leaned shoulder to shoulder against the bulkhead.

"Division chief, the quality of this batch is really good."

"It's just pushing down the maid at home, and I don't know what to be proud of." acharin deflated his mouth. "Allow them to aftertaste for two minutes, and start attacking our sharp nosed maid in two minutes."

"They are the main guns, they give orders, they plan. Let the old guys do a good job in auxiliary work. Don't give suggestions, but kill unrealistic fantasies in advance."

"Tell them that no one will help them push their buttocks this time. If you want to show the male style, please raise your waist."

“AYA！”