Chapter 631

"Five degrees left rudder!"

"Vertical sail 13, horizontal sail 14, gather the auxiliary sail and throw down the assault boat. All personnel are on duty, second-class, three kilometers away!"

"Beware of stranding! Keep walking slowly near the coastline and make full use of the line of sight! We will raid pirates as they raid the safe haven!"

"Port! The whole gun door is loaded, the whole bullet is solid, and the powder is double!"

"Inform the artillery departments of the whole ship. The purpose is to sink, sink completely, not accept prisoners, not surrender, not fly the national flag, not declare the intention of war! The only order is that there is no amnesty for killing!"

Leaving behind this bloody order, the heroic captain Armani turned and collapsed.

"Emmons, is it really a drake chamber of Commerce ship in the safe haven? The lookout can't determine the situation inside. If not, will we use force rashly in the territorial waters of the United States..."

"According to the chart, the south bank haven of outer juster is less than 200 meters wide." major general Chris Emmons, chief of staff of the North American fleet, is rarely serious, "Before our lookout, we observed a whole Pirate Group sailing around the island. Now they are all inside. They can fight a whole Pirate Group in this narrow space for 20 minutes. In addition to Mr. valkiri, I don't think there is a second merchant ship in the world that can do it."

Armani breathed a sigh of relief: "that's good..."

"And..." Emmons's eyes flashed. "Whether it's valkiri or not, the Royal Navy has no right to use fire in U.S. territorial waters."

"Ah?!"

"It is the most serious diplomatic accident for the core force to rush into other countries' territorial waters and open fire, not to mention that the United States has just ended the war with Great Britain. The Royal Navy can be regarded as a signal of war, and declaring war seems to be the only choice for the United States to maintain its dignity."

Amani looked nervous: "that... That..."

"Do you want to ask if Great Britain will fight?"

The insecure captain nodded desperately.

"It's hard to say. Although the American soldiers are weak, she stands behind France, and the economic situation of Great Britain can't support the new war..." Emmons sold an official. "If Great Britain intends to settle the dispute, it's estimated that it will pay compensation and deal with the people who issue the orders easily."

Armani's face was pale: "get rid of it?"

"Hanging, beheading, amnesty and self punishment are relatively straightforward practices; going to jail, detention, ordering to retire from the army and strictly investigating behind the scenes are the most effective ways for the United States to relieve its anger and calm disputes."

"Blind?"

"And no matter what method the Admiralty decides to adopt, the gentleman who gives orders will certainly lose his reputation. Perhaps he will be involved in political strife, tortured and forced to confess. You know the torture of the royal secret service? There are many kinds, not just whip and Zhao Dao..."

Pop!

Armani suddenly pinched Emmons's wrist, tightly, with an attitude of crushing and never breaking.

"Emmons..."

"Huh?"

"If... If... Kill me and help me take care of my elderly parents!"

Emmons held back a smile: "why, Lieutenant Colonel Armani is also afraid of severe punishment?"

"No, I'm afraid they'll forge a confession!" Armani's big eyes glittered. "The general must not be involved in this matter. As long as I die before I go to prison, they can't forge anything!"

Emmons was defeated.

He sighed deeply, raised his palm and slapped Amani on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, didn't the general ask you to take off the rice flag before departure? The soldiers also took off their uniforms..."

"Today's nipton is just an ordinary merchant ship upholding justice. We are not British warships. No matter what evidence others show, as long as you die and don't admit it, the United States has nothing to do with us..."

"Report!" the herald dashed and interrupted Emmons's chicken soup. "Report to the captain, jump out of the shelter ridge ahead, and the chief officer asked about the next stage!"

"The whole ship is ready for war!" Armani only took a turn of his head to regain his heroic posture, "ready for war, first class!"

"Yes! Ready for war, first class!"

At 12:37, the bypassing nipton joined the battlefield.

Her towering bow slowly drove out of the shelter of the wind ridge, like a giant beast floating from the bottom of the sea, suddenly appeared in front of the brigantine ship group blocking the Bay entrance.

The brigantines seemed to see the floating mountains!

Distance 370, northeast North, nipton speed 1.5 knots, far end freeboard, adjusted to be roughly parallel to brigantine group.

Armani announced the beginning of the battle.

His captain's order was quickly passed to every corner of the warship by eight heralds. The artillery division on all levels shouted in unison: "open the gun door!"

The heavily arranged gun doors on both sides creaked and opened, and the pure black gun bore leaned out of the hull along the gun track.

"The enemy ship brigantin, four in number, is densely distributed in the shape of fish scales. Measure the data d to F, 2 to 6, count down 30 times, calibrate the countdown, and lock each gun to the nearest target!"

"Twenty nine! Twenty eight! Twenty seven! Twenty six..."

"Observe and confirm the anchoring status! The enemy ship group is stationary, and the correction only refers to the dynamics of the ship!"

"Twenty! Nineteen! Eighteen! Seventeen..."

"All guns ready report!"

"Lehman group ready!" "Alan group ready!" "Nyes group ready!" "Hera group ready!"

"Twelve! Eleven! Ten..."

"The port side is under fire! Enemy ships are shelling!"

"The captain ordered the deck personnel to fix nearby, maintain the direction and speed, and do not evade! Repeat, do not evade!"

Boom, boom!

The water mist rose all over the sky, including the dull echo of iron bullets hitting the wooden hull.

The image of the Neptune was wrapped up, leaving only the towering tip of the mast, which still maintained a leisurely posture, undulating slowly along the wind and water.

"Four! Three! Two! One!"

"Calibration is over! All port guns are ready!"

"Captain's order, full!"

"Artillery plan I..." "plan a..." "preset the first set..." "fire!"

Boom!

The bright red tongue licked the sea and tore open the water mist. Huge 16 pound solid shells flew out of the barrel of the British 32 pound heavy gun and threw them high into the blue sky.

Its loneliness lasted only a moment. In a moment, the second roar burst, and the twelve pound solid bullet flew out of the twenty-four pound barrel, chasing the track of the last shell.

The third was a six pound shell from the top twelve pound light gun. The fourth is six pounds, then twelve, sixteen, sixteen, twelve, six

Stable as a machine, accurate as a quarter of an hour.

The Gunners of the Royal Navy are the most hardworking and terrible Gunners in the world. Perhaps they have only half the hit rate of France in the medium and long range, but with British artillery, they far leave other countries behind in terms of tactical implementation and firing efficiency.

This advantage increases with the improvement of naval gun caliber. In the 32 pound field, Britain's speed is only half of the world's speed, with an average of 90 seconds.

The 90 second loading speed has changed the saturation design. The Royal Navy's one round saturation time is only 90 seconds, accurate to the 110 door nipton, which is equal to 47 shots every 90 seconds, with an interval of less than 2 seconds.

The overwhelming shells like meteors flew towards brigantin, which was blocked at the mouth of the bay. Armani and Emmons could clearly see the panic and despair of the pirates on board.

Their anchor chain began to be recovered as early as the moment nipton drove out of the wind shelter ridge. Unfortunately, it was not enough for them to complete the preparation for sailing in less than three minutes. Before the anchor could rise from the sea, the meteor shower had covered their sea surface.

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 boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

One, two, three

The artillery fire poured into the small sea at the mouth of the bay without stopping. There was no enemy trace and no scream. It was not until the third round was about to be completed that the herald brought Amani the news of lookout.

"Report! Mr. captain, observation confirmed that three brigantin ships had left the bomb landing area. One ship was not injured and two ships were seriously injured. They had fled into the bay. The chief officer applied for pursuit!"

"There's no need to pursue." Armani's cold and handsome, "order the shelling to stop, turn around the bow, block the bay mouth and prepare for battle on the starboard side."

"Yes! Turn around the bow, block the bay mouth and prepare for battle on the starboard side!"