Reborn As a Pirate

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On December 20, 1784, in the Muria Bay of Siakulia, the waters off Haraniye Island.

Winter rain, strong wind.

The equatorial region hardly encounters real strong winds, because the temperature here is high, the air pressure is low, the slopes are gentle, and the low pressure will flow to the poles, blocking the invasion of the subtropical high pressure.

But the waters of the Muscat Sultanate do not stay on the 0-degree latitude after all.

At a latitude of 15 to 20 degrees, it is winter again, and with a cold rain, a strong wind with a wind speed of seven or eight knots blows up.

Three large ships are shuttling side by side between the strong wind and huge waves.

The two ships are shorter and taller, with rounded hulls, wide bodies and fat bodies. One was longer and shorter, with a slender hull and a high bow.

Similar banners were hoisted from their mainmasts, all white with bright center stripes, one with bright flowers in three colors, and one with a sea-blue emblem cross.

But they are unquestionable enemies.

"The starboard side was bombed! The distance is 170, full!"

In the gust of wind, Adria's voice was far clearer than that of his girlfriend Green.

What's more, Lei has the most perfect fighting state. Once he enters the battle, he can't hear anything except the voice of the captain, sail and lookout.

The cooperation between the two sides is extremely tacit.

"The starboard side is bombed, the left rudder is ten degrees, dodge!"

Under his command, the lady with the bulging sails deflected, and did not completely escape the shelling area, but just avoided the water area where the shells were most intensive.

A large piece of water exploded on the water surface on the starboard side of the Lady. Pierce's eyes widened in the mist...

"Shots! Shots to starboard!"

A bright red projectile tore through the water mist, straight, and hit the freeboard hemming heavily, and bounced up wrapped in sawdust and a short section of guardrail with a bang, high, swinging and falling into the water surface on the other side.

Pierce covered his head and tightened the cable: "Do you know how to be gentle with ladies! You Lisbon wild boars..."

"Bombardment from the left ship!"

Adria's screams startled,

Precisely interrupted Pierce's complaints about his mentor.

"The port side was bombed! The distance is 120, and the bow hits directly!"

Pierce was so frightened that his heart trembled: "Ray!"

"clear!"

The left rudder is flattened, and then the rudder is full, and it is still the left rudder. Lei's movements were smooth and flowing, and with the help of the lady's speed of nearly eight knots, he forcibly turned the entire battleship sideways before the shells fell.

Boom boom boom!

The sky-high shells exploded on the starboard side of the sea, and the curly sea became a boiling pot of water. The splashing waves hit the deck like a heavy hammer hitting a person's face.

Pierce quickly wiped away the water droplets that stuck to his eyes, and poohed many times.

"Turn around! Full mast lowered to half sail, the schooner turns to find the wind, you only have one minute, and in one minute I want my lady to start running again! Hurry up!"

"Yes!" Kao Ying yelled, strode up to the stern deck, grabbed the thick yard of the schooner himself, his muscles bulged, "Chasing the wind!"

"Chase the wind!"

After 40 seconds of trepidation, the Noble Lady moved again, while the two great Portuguese navigators were still busy making a U-turn nearly one kilometer away. In any case, the Noble Lady finally got rid of the predicament of being pinched for the time being.

Locking the rudder and fixing the sails, a group of people sat down on the ground, everyone was busy panting, and no one had the energy to speak.

Today is the thirty-fourth day that the secret service formation has blocked the port of Gakhilil.

The Muscat Sultanate still did not make a compromise, and Pierce still did not lift the fleet's bombardment ban because of the rat-tossing weapon.

The special service formation wandered like a lonely soul in the outer waters of Gaharil Port. Out of the range of the coastal defense forts, they used the fifth-tier giant ships that could not be found in the entire Sultanate to drive the fishing boats back to the port.

The women begged, knelt down, and hugged their children by the beach, crying helplessly.

Men throw stones and harpoons into the sea in a futile attempt to drive away evil invaders miles away from their homes.

But Pierce couldn't see that.

The port lock ultimatum was submitted by Faraming ashore. Faraming told him that the Portuguese were singing, dancing and having fun in Shek's palace, and they didn't withdraw the banquet even when they treated him.

At that time the Portuguese officers sat on the right, and Shek's subordinates sat on the left.

Shek threw the ultimatum into the brazier of roasted sheep in front of him. If there were no battleships outside the port and the big hole on the Portuguese ship, he and the sailors who accompanied him would probably be thrown into the brazier together.

This is all that Pierce saw in his eyes, contempt, perverseness, and stupidity.

He wanted very much to order his fleet to fire, to use the Lady's thirty-two pounds, and the Future and the New Generation's eighteen pounds to let these stupid people know what they were messing with.

But he was dealing with a neutral sovereign state.

In my impression, Lorraine has never taken the initiative to target such political forces, because weak sovereign countries often have more secrets than colonies.

They seem to be under the protection of one country, but behind the appearance, another one often jumps out.

A privateer would take a huge risk in attacking them.

Because if the other one that jumps out happens to be Great Britain, the bombardment will drag the entire Drake Chamber of Commerce into the abyss of doom, just like the hapless Captain Kidd.

hesitate, hesitate, hesitate, hesitate...

Then the Portuguese emerged from sea level.

The two Navigator-class ships, the latest and most powerful 74-door third-class battleship of the Portuguese Navy, adopt the standard 1770-type French design, with optimized ship materials and top-notch manpower.

This type of ship is well-deservedly the strongest among the 70-90 class warships in the world. It has above-standard speed, first-class flexibility, first-class defense, super-class crew and super-class firepower configuration...

Even Lorraine said that the French are good at creating classics, just like the unsurpassed Type 1750 fifth-tier French Galen. In the past thirty years, it is impossible to have a better design in the field of third-tier battleships.

Are they rivals?

When he discovered the enemy's situation, Pierce had only this one thought in his mind.

As long as these two big guys are repelled, the idiot in the white turban hiding in the palace will be begging for mercy...

The Lady is attacking!

Thirty-two-pound battles have no room for fifth-level destroyers to intervene. The eighteen-pound main guns can't penetrate the hull of the battleship even if they hit it directly. thoughts.

This battle was destined to be the solo dance of the Lady, but Pierce never imagined that his Lady would dance so hard...

After the first round of crisis passed, Pierce stood up after breathing heavily, stretched out his feet and kicked every sailor's ass he could see.

The sailors ran away alive and well to their posts, skillfully inspecting the ropes, knots, sails, hawsers, and even the yellow sand barrels used to put out the fire by the deck.

The Dame came back to life in the blink of an eye.

Pierce went all the way to the second deck of the stern cabin, and asked through the cabin door, "Third Sister, how is Hashim doing?"

"The turbulence was too big just now, and the wound was cracked. I have re-sewed it..." Xiao Sanmei pulled open the cabin door wearily, "Master, Hashim said he can hold on. Not going to hell."

"Even if you see your enemy die, don't go to hell in a hurry. He has to serve me for at least thirty years..." Pierce pursed his lips, "Don't forget, if Antill Laguain hadn't cut him And fled into Geharil, we will never have the chance to fight against these two great navigators."

...

In the distance, the strange battleship with a colorful flag flying and a tough and decisive fighting style finally stopped its escape.

"It seems that our young opponent has had enough rest." Lieutenant General Scolari put down the scope and locked on the blurred shadow of the ship with his cloudy old eyes. energetic."

Colonel Angelo, the captain of the Vasco da Gama and the old partner of the lieutenant general, handed over a cup of coffee with a smile: "It would be great if they were young people from Portugal, but...they belong to a barbaric pirate chamber of commerce."

"A lowly pirate can't train such a young man, old man." Scolari took a sip of his coffee, with a disdainful expression on his face, "Although we are performing our duties as soldiers, the Governor of Kenya is a man I've heard it before."

"I guarantee that this matter is full of shady plots and calculations, otherwise a mere Fernandez... This kind of little guy is not worth risking his own future for a super chaebol with a market value of 3 million pounds."

"The general means..." Angelo frowned.

"I don't mean anything." Scolari stuffed the coffee back into Angelo's hands, "Let the Dias continue to perform parallel double-team tactics. Tell them that the shelling just now was terrible, and the opponent only had 50 guns." No matter how big a destroyer is, she doesn't need to hide 200 meters away."

"yes!"

Angelo simply saluted, and was about to run to convey the flag order, when he was suddenly called back by Scolari, and found a rare puzzled expression on the veteran's face.

"General, general?"

"Hush? Did you hear the singing?"

"singing?"

Scolari turned his head sideways and turned to the direction of the sea breeze: "Singing, very familiar singing, I must have heard it more than once, but I can't remember what it is..."

He stepped towards the side, leaning on the railing, almost sticking his whole body out: "It's the wind that conveys the sound, I can't hear it wrong...Anqiluo, let the watchman search the western sea comprehensively, starting from five kilometers Stretch out, don't leak an inch!"

"The English warship opposite..."

While hesitating, An Qiluo suddenly heard that indistinct singing voice, wrapped in the wind, suddenly distant and near.

【Rule Britannia!】…

【Britanniarule the waves.】…

[Britons never, never,]...

"Look out!" He suddenly became crazy, and shouted frantically towards the mainmast, "West sea, wind direction position, start searching from five kilometers, request..."

"The Dias found the enemy!"

The shout of the communications soldier knocked back all of Angelo's next words.

"An enemy ship was found at three o'clock. The number is one, and the distance is 5900. The ship type is confirmed to be the same type as the opposite enemy ship... No! It is the same level as the iron armor!"

The communicator rubbed his eyes desperately, watching his friend who was hundreds of meters away repeat the same message over and over again.

His voice began to tremble unconsciously: "General, captain, my friend said that the speed of the iron-hulled ship is 14 knots. No one has ever heard of a 70-meter-class ship that can reach this speed, let alone She's still wrapped in an iron shell..."

"My friend said that the Dias had double-checked the flags and markings of the enemy ship, that she was coming for us, and would be within range of us within 15 minutes."

"My friend said that Captain Turensco hopes to immediately form an attack formation. If possible, maybe we can temporarily let go of the opposite wooden ship..."

"My friend said, the monster is coming..."

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