Chapter 590

"Full sail! Cut into the wind corner!"

"Distance 630, speed 7 knots!"

"Distance 380, speed 8 knots!"

"Distance 190, speed 8.5!"

"The bow was shot!"

"Deck personnel hide nearby, rush up! Give up evasion!"

Bellamy's roar and thunderous gunfire sounded at the same time. The Vida smashed a wave, and the high bow flew straight towards the incoming shells.

"Hide, pray!"

Boom, boom!

Shells fell from the sky, wrapped in a roar, and rushed into the sea.

It must be admitted that the hound regiment is worthy of being the elite pirates under the pirate king. Even under high pressure, their gunners still show the excellence of pirate level.

None of the projectiles deviated more than 100 meters from the Vida, and the nearest landing distance was less than 20 meters. The Vida passed through the artificial water wall and waves, straight into the last 100 meters of the sprint line.

"Right wing Galen shelling! Full!"

"Ten degrees left rudder, turn the sail! All ready!"

Bastian jerked the hand wheel in the scream. The Vida smoothly crossed the left arc, accurately avoided all the landing points, quickly turned back to the right rudder, and changed from the standard T-tail charge to the bow hedge with an exaggerated roll!

The distance between the two sides is 90! 80！ 70！ It soon broke through the previous nearest deterrent distance, but there was no sign of turning around or side cutting.

50！ 40！ 30！

The most extreme distance to avoid collision is lost. Even the most skilled helmsman can't pull out a huge turn of more than 20 meters at a high speed of more than 8 knots with a distance of less than 30 meters.

That means... Collision!

It's going to hit!

The Pirates of the hound group looked at the fast-moving Vida and rushed up. Someone shouted and organized the bow guns to stop the enemy. There were 10 guns in three ships, and only four of them spit out flames.

The left-wing Galen lemon shark, that is, the ship marked [Galen a] on fafuna's chart, reacted the fastest. While turning the bow, it tried its best to open the angle with brig, and there were enough two bow guns firing bombardment during turning the bow.

Her shooting angle is also the best.

The first left gun was straight ahead, 17 meters away, missed; It blew the bow of the Vida and scraped the slender inclined mast.

The second right cannon is straight ahead, 9 meters away, straight in the middle.

The shelling hit the forecastle of the Vida, and went straight through the joint of the bow mast and the bow.

The scarred bow mast was broken, the remaining shells ploughed a deep slot in the bow, and the scattered deck pierced the throat of the two black Prince pirates.

But!

The Vader can't be stopped!

At a distance of 9 meters, the pirate shouted wildly. Bellamy Qiang pulled out his long sword and shouted with the help of rumba.

"Bastian! Brig!!!"

"Full right rudder!" Bastian growled like a mad dog.

"Full right rudder!" the whole ship barked like wolves.

Boom!!!

The Vader crashed heavily into brig, which had nowhere to dodge. The starboard side was facing starboard, and the high speed was facing stationary.

The bow of the ship Vida, whose structure had long been broken, bulged. The flat deck in the past cracked from the middle, revealing a fine and dry wooden core, and half of the bow was sunken.

Brig, a much smaller ship, did not benefit. The Vida hit her midship forward and broke the sixth and seventh ribs. The strong hull pushed inward completely, smashing the inner deck and compartment one by one.

And the Vida is still moving!

Even if the whole is embedded in brig's inner cabin, even if the mast is tilted, the keel is twisted, and even if the crew, sundries and even artillery on the deck fly into the air, she is still moving forward, breaking brig's side like a blunt plow, pushing forward for six or seven meters, until she collides with the lemon shark, which can not be completely avoided.

The Vader chiseled into the middle of the hound formation like a chisel.

"Don't aim, don't set rounds! Fire the whole gun!!!!"

Boom!

The first gun rang in brig's abdominal cavity.

Boom, boom!

Sporadic guns hit the lemon shark two or three meters away from Vader's gun cabin.

Boom, boom

More and more guns roared, not only the positions of Vida, but also the positions of brig and lemon shark were crazy, firing directly at close, close or even negative distances.

The heavy wood board was hit and dented, the fresh cracks were torn and broken, the sharp iron pieces like knives flew randomly, and the flames sprang out of all parts of the ship in a prairie fire.

Rebeno, the lookout and hunter of the Vida, jumped down from the crooked main mast and landed accurately behind Bellamy with the sail cable.

"Captain! Galen on the right is running! I saw Baudelaire, the second captain of the hound regiment, on the deck. It must be their flagship, the Hydra!"

"That little anemone can't run!" Bellamy pushed Rumba away. "Rumba, lower the hook and connect the side!"

"Yes!" Rumba's round face was full of grimace.

With a hiss, he pulled off the cloth style front of his body, revealing twelve short guns with their shoulders down. Then he bypassed them and pulled out two double barreled shotguns with their barrels cut off from his back waist.

"My brothers! Attack the right wing and grab the hadra! Blasting team, blow up the mast!"

"Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three thunderous sounds swept across the sea, and the explosives tied to the root of the mast in advance were detonated by the Pirates of the black prince.

And the explosion was not in one direction.

Driven by the impact, the long mast wrapped with cables tilted to one side, the foremast and main mast to the right, and the relatively small rear mast to the left.

The rope hooks connected to the mast were broken one by one, and the twitching cables flew all over the sky like knives, axes and poisonous snakes.

The Pirates of the hound regiment saw new despair in the abyss of despair. Those unreasonable masts were hung on their sails across the ship. The twisted cables swept everything, bounced up into the air, and stirred four helpless ships into a mess. It was so messy that there was no possibility of separation except truncation.

But where did they come from?

The Pirates of the black Prince charged, biting knives, holding axes, carrying guns and holding swords

In the Caribbean Sea, the famous charge captain, the water shooting fish rumba, rushed in front of everyone.

His stout and harmless body bounced like a ball through the debris, fires and pits of the ship, jumped onto brig's deck, and as soon as he landed, he raised his gun and smashed the heads of two hound pirates far and near.

More pirates shouted and rushed up.

Different from other famous charge captains, rumba's reputation comes from his exquisite short soldier shooting skills. He shoots without Miss within ten meters, but the pirates have never heard of anything special about his fighting ability near behind.

But they ignored it.

A fat man who is not good at fighting can become a charge captain, stand out among thousands of pirates in the Caribbean and become a powerful figure second only to human monsters such as LEV, Bonet, Lorraine and chamyam. How can he be targeted so easily?

Rumba raised his head with a grim smile, raised the double barreled shotgun he had just fired again, straightened his arms, and pulled the trigger for the second time without aiming.

Bang bang!

Two more pirates screamed and flew backwards.

Rumba shot as like as two peas in a pistol, a loose hand, a spin, and a blinking eye. It was two shotguns that were exactly the same as before.

Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!

The God of death beat the drum, and the fat man danced up. He took rotary steps, each step with soft ups and downs, and each step pushed his body forward.

Warm and fresh corpses were constantly made, with an incomprehensible loss, splashing brains from the center of the eyebrows.

No one could get close to him within three meters. The empty gun was discarded by him on the road, extending all the way from brig's starboard side to port, and the deck of the Hydra was high above the front.

Brig was broken!

The black Prince's Pirates boarded the ship along the breach torn by rumba. When he emptied the tenth gun, they delivered the new loaded shotgun to him.

Boom!

Unlike Rumba's continuous shooting, an independent and lonely gunshot sounded overhead.

Hydra's gunner fell down with his throat covered. When he was dying, he still said "shotgun, shotgun".

Leibeno did not know when he climbed the main mast of brig, and smiled at Rumba high on the ground: "be careful to wash the floor with shotguns."

"Don't you still have you?" Rumba put the loaded guns back into the holster and waved with great momentum, "put up the ship board! Board the ship!"

"Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"