Chapter 696

"Find the artillery position!"

"1100 southeast, the center of the manor lake, quantity 4!"

"Confirm that the vehicle is an assault boat. Repeat, the artillery position is not land-based, and the vehicle is an assault boat!"

The green swallow falcon, with no lights, drifted like a ghost ship on the shoal near the sea.

Acharin and Katrina gathered on the tallest yard, holding the cable with one hand and the looking glass with one hand.

The little looking glass could not hide the amazement on their faces at all.

Acharin looked strange, put down his mirror and smashed his mouth.

"Madam deputy governor, I can understand the reason why the rats brought the guns into the manor through the waterway. In fact, it is because of this judgment that we can find the target so quickly... The question is, is it troublesome to pull the guns onto the lake bank?"

"It's no trouble at all." Katrina put away her goggles and squatted down on the yard. "Secretary Hamilton told me that the garrison at Williams castle was the elite projectile throwing regiment of the Continental Army. They had no experience in water warfare. Theoretically, in their commander's understanding, it should be an unimaginable folly to fire on a floating wooden board."

"Some people in the world can't imagine that guns can actually be used on solid land." acharin raised his mouth mockingly.

"You mean..."

"The American navy, or our old opponent."

"This is a little unexpected..." Katrina covered her mouth. "There is always a chance to find out the identity of the opponent. Look at that artillery position. How long do you need to destroy it?"

"Distance 1100... My efficiency first depends on how close you can get."

"200, this is the limit. If we get closer, we will run aground on the beach."

"Distance 900, Southeast, northwest, the target is on the lake..." acharin muttered, "two minutes calibration can interrupt the business of the little mouse, and ten to fifteen minutes can destroy the target. But it won't be too beautiful, probably."

"Two minutes, ten to fifteen minutes... Go and be busy. I want to talk to Mr. Minister."

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Boom!

"Wow, hit the bull's-eye!"

"Look at the fire, how high!"

"Haha, haha! A bad guy ran out, the bad guy ran out!"

"The blazing angel is your mother!"

"One more!" boom!

There was laughter and laughter on the small lake. 40 pirates carried shells in an orderly manner and laughed at the human purgatory hundreds of meters away.

The flame had climbed to the second floor, and half the sky was red. Through the looking glass, Freeman could clearly see the black spots on the outer wall.

The wall is full of holes, the tongue of fire moves around, and flying fire meteors rise to the sky one by one, fall and burst, rolling up a terrible flame storm.

Blackbeard's intelligence is accurate, which is Freeman's biggest feeling now.

At this time, they have lost no less than 30 flowering bombs to the villa, and only four or five have really hit the villa. However, if they add the few that fall near the villa, the number of flames is already enough to burn the ordinary house ten times.

But the house in front of us is still strong.

It looks like a huge frying pan on the fire and smoke, but the structure of the house is still complete. The fire is also limited to a small range far below normal, and the diffusion speed is incredible.

But the villa is destined to be destroyed tonight.

Freeman took out his pocket watch and looked at the torch.

It's 2:37 a.m. and the fighting has been sporadic for more than half an hour.

According to the plan, Williams castle will send troops at 4:00 sharp. They will withdraw before that to remove all sensitive traces. The top priority is the four new Boston made marine light guns and excess flowering bombs.

Anyway, they have to sink to the bottom of the lake. It's better to kill all the shells before chiseling the ship than to destroy the natural things.

He smiled excitedly, "how many shells are there on the ship?"

"Our ship is 37, Mr. Freeman," said the pirate nearby. "Other ships are similar. We haven't been fast in order not to blow down the house too early."

"The house can't collapse!" Freeman laughed, stood up and took the flint rope from the pirate. "Tell the brothers to cheer up. The chance to play blossom bomb may be this time in their life. If they can't finish it, they will regret it in their life!"

"Can't finish the fight?" the pirate looked puzzled. "Mr. Freeman, is it..."

Boom!

Suddenly, the cannon rang, and the red bullet appeared from the other end of the sea. It went straight to the lake and broke a big tree hugged by one person.

The tree fell askew, and before it fell to the ground, Freeman heard the second gun.

Boom!

The impact point became closer, and then the third and fourth shells landed on the edge of the lake, getting closer and more accurate.

Freeman looked pale: "God... Ship gun..."

Boom!

The battle spirit on the green swallow Falcon was awe inspiring.

Acharin held up his sight glass, tied himself to the lowest yard of the main mast, held his head high and looked ahead.

"The firing angle is increased by half, the charge is increased by 20%, proofreading!"

Boom!

"Full saturation, full saturation! Fire every 8 seconds, count the auxiliary guns, and stop without order!"

Boom!

"The firing angle continues to be increased by half, the charge remains unchanged, proofreading!"

Boom!

"The shell is in water! The charge on the whole board is increased by 10% and the firing angle is 2.5%! Saturation begins!"

Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom, boom!

The green swallow falcon is fixed on the sea like a dragon spitting fire. There are 12 guns on the whole side, 8 12 pounds and 4 9 pounds. It launches solid shells at a constant speed of 8 seconds and 96 seconds to the small lake 900 meters away, setting off waves and waves on the calm lake.

Drake's sailors loaded the new flint gun under 18 pounds at a speed of 85 to 92 seconds. The so-called full side saturation is to number from No. 1 gun position on the deck to No. 8 gun position in the gun cabin.

It is always an interval of 8 seconds. It starts and ends again and again.

After only two rounds, acharin could not see the opposite side clearly. The thick smoke of gunpowder covered the whole sideboard tightly, like a cloud, and even the sea breeze could not disperse.

The lookout at the top continued to report the war in a loud voice: "1 direct attack, target 3 sank!"

"Almost lost ammunition! Target 1, target 4 overturned!"

"Target 2 completes the orientation adjustment and is bounced on the starboard side!"

Boom!

A flower bomb fell on the beach more than 100 meters away from the green Yan falcon. The rising flame blew up high and reflected a piece of smoke and red orange.

Katrina's resolute voice sounded on the deck: "don't lift the sail, don't lift the anchor, the shelling continues, the light wounded are ready to put out the fire! All staff are ready to abandon the ship at any time!"

Acharin lost no time in echoing: "shelling! Full, full!"

Boom, boom! Boom, boom

"One shot hit! Target 2 is broken and sinking!" the lookout shouted excitedly, "another direct attack, martyrdom and explosion!"

Boom!!!!

Amazing roar!

Acharin put down his looking glass and stretched himself lazily: "tut tut Tut, look at the fire, how high it is."