Chapter 632

The water column in front of us is like a wall, blocking our vision and shaking the sky.

From time to time, there was a flash of fire in the water wall, which suddenly appeared and disappeared like a real phantom. A whole gun flew out high. The scattered fragments chasing behind were not like sawdust, but like the remains of burning people.

Henry the hound's pupils were narrower than the tip of a needle.

"Asia Minor, Ronan, gorgeous palace... What the hell..."

"Commander! Commander!" watcher Asher shouted and slid down from the top of the mast of the fantasy. "Asia Minor and Ronan rushed out of the wall and were seriously injured!"

He hit the ground with a bang. Ignoring the sharp pain in his knee, he gasped: "Asia Minor reported that a large ship sneaked in under the shelter of the island and launched a surprise attack on them."

"The gorgeous palace is over. Someone saw her break from it. It doesn't look like martyrdom. It seems to have been forcibly broken!"

"Smash... A... How big a ship and how many guns?"

"Captain!" the first mate ran over from the bow and bumped into Asher, "valkiri... The white flag ship interrupted the ship attitude adjustment. From the navigation, she is closer to the wind shelter ridge. I'm afraid she wants to compress the space we cut off!"

"Commander! The baymouth shelling has stopped!"

"Find a new ship shadow... God! Three-tier Fort! It's a battleship, a 70 meter battleship!"

"The unknown battleship is heading for the bay mouth! She's going to block us in!"

"I can't run away! I can't run away!"

"Grando was hit directly! She was hit by white flag. The bow was broken and disabled!"

"What do those people of the big pink butterfly want to do?! if they rush to the bay mouth at this time..."

Boom! Boom!

Henry, the hound, was shaken out of the noise and hesitation by a huge roar that seemed to make a difference.

He looked around and saw the broken fifth class Galen dream and the bagasse grendo, which had lost half of its forecastle, floating like a coffin at the end of the plank road.

Rotating clockwise, the seriously injured brigantin ships Asia Minor and Ronan shivered at the edge of the East shelter ridge.

There are two terrible holes in the side hull of Asia Minor, one large and one small, with green smoke burning around.

Ronan's injury was also in the bow. Unlike grendo, her bow was gone, leaving only the bare keel and the suspended upper deck looking at each other, like a crying child with a wide mouth.

Continue to turn the clock, turn to the due south, the direction of the bay mouth and the roaring direction.

The brigantin gorgeous palace, which was broken into three sections, was sinking, and another brigantin big pink butterfly was not far away. It was impossible to imagine what hit her. The whole second half fell apart, and the main and rear masts tilted left and right, even the contents of the cabin were clearly visible.

"68 pounds..." said Archer, a watchman who used to be a sailor on a French ship, trembling. "Two solid bullets went in from the rear deck of the main mast, one came out of the port hull, and the other tore the bow and opened a hole from the central rudder."

"In the world, only the 68 pound mortar specially equipped with the first-class battleship of the Royal Navy can cause such damage. They are called the hammer of God. As long as they hit directly, even the most expensive teak ship can't resist the threat of a blow..."

"God... What did we do wrong..."

"We didn't do anything wrong!" Henry the hound punched heavily on the guardrail. "Blackbeard said that the biggest defect of the white flag ship is the sensitivity of the center of gravity, but I don't think so."

"Center of gravity sensitivity is not a fatal defect. Otherwise, when he was in baster, Blackbeard clearly seized the opportunity, and white flag could not escape death!"

"The real fatal defect of that ship is fighting alone and lack of crew. Because of the lack of crew, she dare not let us connect to the side. Because of fighting alone, she will use limited naval guns to disperse and shoot, regardless of the effect of attack..."

"We've driven her to death! In this small bay, she can't speed up, it's difficult to turn, she's besieged on all sides, and it's hard to care about the bow and stern."

"How about her strong protection? As long as the shelling distance is close enough and the number of hits is enough, even if the mountain in front can be blown out of the gap by us, not to mention a ship wrapped in iron?"

"Mingming has proved the threat of small-scale hanging to Baiqi. Mingming's Hound era is coming... Just give me another half an hour..."

Click!

"This damn reinforcement..."

In his fury, the hound Henry broke the guardrail on the ship. The chief officer's eyes were full of despair. He looked at Henry: "Captain, now..."

"It's impossible for the injured ship to escape. The weather, the land and the benefits are falling to the opponent. We've lost the chance to sink Baiqi."

"We want to escape!" Henry the hound bit his teeth. "Immediately, order all moving ships to assemble and break through centered on the fantasy!"

"Centered on fantasy?"

"Yes! We go with them, share the risks, and stay..."

"Shelling!" the pirates watching valkiri screamed, "white flag bow gun, port side shot!"

Henry the hound raised his head in disbelief.

When they were shocked by the invincible gas field of the nepton, valkiri, who gave up the dead net, made a U-turn again by using the width of the harbor.

Her speed was not faster than before. Although Bell's radiance at the helm was large, it was not enough to accumulate qualitative change in a short time.

However, the action of the fantasy was much slower than that of the strangulation. Without preparation on both sides, the standard T-shaped assault was unexpectedly formed.

Fantasy is placed horizontally at the head of T, varkiri is vertical at the tail of T, and the distance between the two sides is 70 meters. This shape should have been the battlefield advantage of fantasy, but valkiri also has a 48 pound bow mortar.

Hedge!

As in the past 20 minutes or so, the pirate Gunners who had been used to full of rapid fire ignited the hair rope without waiting for the order of hound Henry. The port side of the fantasy sounded alternately, and the red shells roared straight to the target.

Different from the previous 20 minutes, valkiri did not evade this time. Bell firmly grasped the steering wheel, and acharin completed the whole process of bow gun from loading to calibration in the shortest time.

Shells fall!

One, two, three

The towering water column rose around varkiri, and three hit, two of which hit the armor leaf near the bow of the ship, smashing and flying a armor leaf.

Another one was even more dangerous. It rubbed the bow of valkiri like flying all the way across the deck and crashed into the cabin on the starboard side, pounding the exquisite decoration in the cabin to pieces.

Bell subconsciously shrunk his neck.

"Haina cabin... Forget it, at least it's better than Carmen cabin being smashed..."

The ninth gun rang.

Acharin vomited out his toothpick and tightened the string of the gun around his wrist.

"The thrilling day is over. Then again, who is the mysterious kind man?"

"Well... Whatever, fire."

Boom! Boom!

When two guns rang, the sky was full of sparks. Henry, the hound, opened his mouth in a strange way: "use shrapnel at this time?"

The sail... Burned.