Movie World I Am A King

"How...how could this be..." Charlie sat on the deck with a ashen face.

"...Now is not the time to be discouraged!" Spindu looked at his pocket watch, silently counting the explosions, and said firmly after a while, "We still have a chance!"

"What?" Charlie raised his head and asked blankly.

"I said we still have a chance!" Spindle said, grabbing Charlie's clothes and pulling him up. "How many ships are there in the East India Company's fleet here?"

"There are two first-tier battleships, five second-tier battleships, more than 20 third-tier battleships, and more than 30 armed merchant ships..." Charlie replied with a little cheer.

"Do you have command over them, then?" asked Spindle.

"Of course not..." Charlie took it for granted, "I'm just a shareholder. If you want to mobilize these fleets, you need to convene a board of directors!"

"...That's really over..." Hearing such an answer, Spindu was immediately discouraged.

"But I have a good personal relationship with the commander of the Indian fleet!" Charlie blinked and said, "It just so happens that the port of Madras was attacked again, we can use this excuse to persuade the commander of the fleet to send troops!"

"That's really great!" Spindle suddenly regained his energy. He pulled Charlie up to his captain's cabin, swept everything off the table, and took the chart on the wall and spread it out. When he got to the table, he pointed to a location and said to Charlie, "We can ambush that demon ship here!"

"This is the Sagar Islands?" Charlie looked at Spindle with doubts. He knew that Spindle would definitely give himself an explanation.

"I counted just now..." Spindu said: "In one minute, that demon fired a total of twelve shells...and he has twelve main cannons, which means that this one with a super long range The devil also has weaknesses, his rate of fire is very slow, only one shot per minute..."

"But he's very powerful..." Charlie thought of the Port of Madras that had turned into a sea of ​​flames.

"It doesn't matter... As long as we use a dozen ships as bait, our first-class battleship will be able to approach him!" Spindu said confidently: "He is stronger than us, but we have more people than them ..."

"What are we going to do?" Charlie asked.

"We set up an ambush in the Sagar Islands. I understand that there is enough to hide a huge fleet..." Spindu said, "You can write a letter in a while and tell your friend the fleet commander about our plans and situation. Tell me, I will send the second officer to disembark with the letter and row the boat ashore!"

"Then what shall we do?"

"Let's take the demon behind us around in circles. In five days, I will bring the demon to the ambush circle in the Sagar Islands..." Spindu had a conceited smile on his face: "Thinking of me as an animal If the mouse comes to play with it, I will make him regret it!"

"Okay, I'll write now..."

Charlie didn't even mention the matter of disembarking at the moment. Judging from Zhou Ye's behavior, he knew very well that even if he ran on land, he might not be able to escape the pursuit, but would be even more dangerous because of the lack of environmental constraints. Maybe, after all, everyone still relies on boats to sail at sea, but on land, he doesn't have the confidence to outrun Zhou Ye...

It's not a problem to keep running away like this, why not take this opportunity to try, if you succeed, you will be rich and powerful, at least if you capture Zhou Ye's battleship and dedicate it to the King of England, then the title of Viscount is running away not drop.

Not to mention the calculation of these two people...then turn the camera to Zhou Ye.

At this moment, Zhou Ye is sitting alone in the command room of the ship with Chris in his arms, and together they are watching the electromagnetic guns go off through the observation window of the command room...

Contrary to what Spindu had expected, the battleship Umbrella did not fire all twelve main guns, but only one was firing, and the other eleven main guns did not move at all...

If Spindu saw such a scene, he probably wouldn't even dare to have the idea of ​​designing Zhou Ye, so he ran away as fast as he could...

"Honey, are the main guns on your ship as powerful as the thirty-two-pound guns on those armed merchant ships of the British?" Chris asked innocently.

"It's much better than that..." Zhou Ye was speechless for a while, and actually compared his electromagnetic cannon with those antiques... He was also drunk.

"You liar!" Chris said delicately: "I have seen those merchant ships firing guns, and they smashed the sampans of the natives who wanted to board their ships and loot them. You can't even see the shells of this gun... This is not what my father once said to me, salute, right?"

"Uh——" Zhou Ye was almost suffocated when he didn't come up. The beyond-horizon strike of the electromagnetic gun on the Umbrella was actually despised by others. The most terrifying thing is that it was him who was used for comparison. The thirty-two-pound cannon that looked like an antique in his eyes... what else could he say at this moment? Do science popularization for sister paper?

You must know that it is more reliable to teach girls about military science than to tell them about fashion trends... At this time, all he can do is smile...

"What are you laughing at..." Chris bit him dissatisfied and said, "Men are like this. When they can't get away with it, they like to cover up with a smile. It's the same as my father before, but I'm smarter than my mother." Too much, I saw through my father's cover-up at a glance."

"Okay, honey..." Zhou Ye rolled his eyes, mourned for his poor father-in-law whom he had never met before, and said, "Then let you see that this is not as good as the 32-pound cannon in your mouth How powerful is this guy..."

As he spoke, he clicked a few times on the console, and soon a screen hung down, the light flickered, and the screen lit up, and the bird's-eye view of Madras Port was displayed in front of the two of them...

Chris was not surprised by this kind of equipment. As early as the night when she first boarded the ship, someone used this equipment to play some kind of science and education film to her... As a result, she lost a piece of information that she had kept for more than ten years. Blood.

So later she developed a strong interest in this magical equipment, knowing that some of it has already been filmed, while others are real-time monitoring. Obviously, the picture that appears in front of her now is real-time monitoring... because in the picture In the movie, she saw the lucky ship that had been manned by her own man all the time.

Slowly, she discovered the reason why her man showed her the real-time monitoring screen. Every time the ship trembled slightly, it was when a ball of fire appeared on the screen. Although the fire light was very small on the screen, compare it The building knew how powerful it was... The hull trembled and Chris knew it was because of the electromagnetic gun...

And the giant ship of my man is at least as far away as the four islands where I live...

At this time, even without common sense, Chris knew that she had just made a big fool of herself...to compare this terrible thing with that thirty-two-pound cannon...everything is afraid of comparison. The ball stuff is a piece of crap...

"Oh, this power is really not as powerful as a 32-pound cannon!!" Zhou Ye looked at Chris's changing expression, and while pretending to sigh, "In our place, 32-pound cannon The two-pound killer weapon is not allowed to be equipped with the army at 0.4, that is really terrible, so we can only replace ourselves with this small electromagnetic gun..."

Zhou Ye felt that what he said was right, even black uncles in Africa didn't use that kind of rubbish stuff anymore, so basically that stuff had already become extinct in the army in his own world.

"...Bad guy~" Chris was so ashamed that she couldn't help herself, she turned around and opened her mouth to bite Zhou Ye's neck, making the bad guy laugh at her.

Zhou Ye laughed out loud, and got into a mess with Chris. Unknowingly, the two of them wore less and less clothes... and the glass on the observation window of the command room also automatically turned opaque black... ...It didn't take long for Chris to happily sing the folk songs of their island...

The singing, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes tactful, sometimes high, sometimes fierce, sometimes soft... By the time the song was finished, more than two hours had passed, and the shelling of the port of Madras had stopped. The entire port has been turned into ruins...