Reborn As a Pirate

The artillery roared and the water splashed.

In the Cantabrian waters, a fierce pursuit is going on in the vast waters west of the Ile de Jo in the Kingdom of France.

One side of the battle is the Brigantine-type gunboat, which is known for its high speed and stability and is widely loved by pirates and smugglers.

Cat and mouse, cheetah and antelope.

No matter how to describe the relationship between the two sides, the destroyer with its 18-pound long-range guns and overwhelming advantages in both offense and defense has always been Brigantine's least favorite opponent.

On the vast ocean, it is not uncommon to see destroyers chasing Brigantine.

But this chase is very different.

The Reindeer headed straight forward with high bows, but Brigantine, who was supposed to be escaping from the wind, swam behind her side like a dexterous mouse, getting closer and further away, throwing out his nine-pound minions time and time again. , Even if you can't even break the opponent's skin, you are still chasing after him, which is annoying.

"Turn!" Lorraine roared, and the steering wheel in his hand slid straight to the end.

The slender hull of the Butterfly turned outward, opening the distance with an exaggerated tilt. The sailors on the deck desperately grabbed everything they could, while the side cannons seized the opportunity to fire continuously and bombarded the Reindeer.

The shells scattered, and dozens of huge water splashes shattered the calm of the sea.

Since the last time he was lucky enough to ignite the Reindeer's stern sail, Yacharin has fired three shots, and his best record was blackening a part of the Reindeer's hull.

The nine-pound solid shell can barely smash the hull of the battleship out of sawdust when it is fired at close range, while the six-pound shot shell basically does not pose any threat to the hard and tough wooden core board except for being dirty. .

Not so with the broadsides of the Reindeer.

The 18-pound heavy gun can easily tear the hull of the Butterfly under direct fire. Even the 12-pound gun on the main deck can cause huge damage to the Butterfly.

It's like a praying mantis raising its arms, and the eggs are flying to the stubborn stone.

Lorraine kept changing directions, not only to tilt out the angle and send his shells to the deck of the Reindeer, but also to avoid shelling and avoid irreparable damage.

His steering skills are beyond reproach, but this kind of erratic movement is definitely not friendly to the gunners who are charged with heavy responsibilities.

Yacharin angrily unfastened the fixed lock on his waist, leaned on the railing all the way, and wobbled to Lorraine's side.

"Captain! Admiral! President! Boss! British boy!" He used all the words he could think of to describe Lorraine to express his resentment and dissatisfaction, "What is the purpose of your rushing here to seek death? To prove Are you bold and skilled?"

Gritting his teeth, Lorraine turned back the steering wheel, and cursed out a sentence in Chinese: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go of your fart!"

"Eh?" Yacharin froze for a moment, "Don't cast spells on me!"

Lorraine held the rudder and took a deep breath: "I told you to fart at me... Bah! Let you speak out what's in your heart, don't beat around the bush."

"I want distance, sixty to eighty meters. Inclination, at least ten degrees, maybe fifteen degrees. And stability, stability for fifteen to twenty seconds, don't shake!"

"Crazy?" Lorraine's eyes widened. "Do you know what this shot means?"

"I'll let the gun deck replace all the shotguns!"

Lorraine was taken aback suddenly: "Are you still planning to go hand in hand?"

"Five minutes at most, your big talk will be useless!" Yacharin held the railing steady, and spit at Lorraine, "The Cattail is just ahead, and the deck is full of debris, even if Ramos Pi With your steering skills, Mr. Dick, no one on deck can survive two turns!"

Lorraine pushed the steering wheel to the end: "You won... In three minutes, you will get everything!"

got the promise,

Yacharin scrambled and rushed into the gun deck: "Shotguns, full-board shotguns! Boys, aim at their gun ports, only at the gun port, and nothing else!"

The Butterfly gave up the polyline!

Under the condition of tailwind, the panoply with full sail was nearly 50% faster than the reindeer without the only stern sail. Once it gave up the breakline, its speed suddenly accelerated.

The bow of the ship with black smoke tore through the wind and waves, approaching and catching up with the naked eye, and exposed its entire side to the gun ports of the Reindeer.

The Reindeer fired again and again, and in the turbulent wind and waves, only one shell hit the stern of the ship. With a loud bang, it smashed Karen's workshop, biting a huge gap in the stern, and the stubble flew away.

But the Butterfly still surpassed it.

The broken stern of the ship was beyond the bow, and across the sea, Lorraine standing at the helm and Villen at the bow looked at each other from afar.

Lorraine sneered and raised his middle finger.

"Leave the sail! Fold!"

The sailman tore the rigging from the foremast.

The huge sail came crashing down, and the speed of the Butterfly dropped sharply. At the same time as the steep drop, the entire hull turned to the right hand.

Huge nearly twenty degrees of roll!

The waterline of the Butterfly was completely exposed in front of the gunport of the Reindeer, and the sailors who were too late to fix themselves screamed and rolled, and Henna on the observation deck clenched the sling tightly and stared at the sky with her mouth pursed.

The long-awaited gunners fired first.

A series of shotguns shot out from the five gun ports on the side, crackling and hitting the hull of the Reindeer.

Dots of light penetrated the wide-open gun ports, and faint screams came from the gun deck of the Reindeer, and at least seven heavy guns misfired on the spot.

But the side of the destroyer has a full sixteen guns.

Most of the fire on the gun deck was misfired, and the twelve-pound guns on the main deck fired successively.

Boom boom boom!

At least three shells hit the hull of the Butterfly. The solid shells smashed deep holes in the wooden boards, and one shell hit directly, smashing a big hole in the hull with a bang, and shattering the fresh water stored in the watertight compartment.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the hull shook!

After the huge earthquake, the hull flattened, and Yacharin finally got his chance.

He put down the torch, lit the hair ties, and shouted with all his might, "Birth me a son, Miss Rennie!"

On the main deck, four six-pound guns were fired almost at the same time, and the overwhelming shotguns rose high, crossing the towering side of the Reindeer, setting off a bloody storm on the deck!

Perfect shot!

On the Reindeer, wailing soared to the sky, and Lorraine saw Villen's ashen face.

Velen was outraged.

Lorraine laughed wildly, raised his middle finger back, and slowly made a garrote gesture on his raised throat.

He mouthed a sentence in French: "Quel...bordel."

look at this mess...

Hina's shout spread throughout the ship in due time, and the slightly sandy voice was full of joy.

"The Momobilis sails south! They've escaped!"

They... escaped!

With a click, Lorraine locked the full starboard rudder wheel, jumped down from the deck and announced loudly: "Fire out! Ship repair! I want to hear loud singing! Gentlemen, sing!"

[When Great Britain enjoys the grace of heaven and is the first to rise from the blue ocean]

[Rise, rise, rise! 】

【Rise from the blue ocean!】

[This is God's love, the earth's favor and special favor]

[The guardian angels sing in unison]

[Rule, Britannia! Rule the sea! 】

[British warriors, never be slaves! 】……

Unscrupulous singing voices floated on the sea, but the singers were getting farther and farther away.

Blood was sprinkled on the Reindeer, and the watchman above his head tremblingly announced: "Admiral, the English have run away, one is heading west, and the other is heading south..."

Only Lorraine's joking mouth shape remained in Villen's mind.

Look at this mess...

"You are looking for death..." He murmured, gently wiping off the first officer's blood splashed on his face, "You can't escape, Lorraine Anason Drake. I swear, Tianya... cape."