Reborn As a Pirate

Text 0630 Stealing Mountain

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"Left rudder five degrees!"

"1/3 of the longitudinal sails, 1/4 of the horizontal sails, furl the auxiliary sails, and throw down the assault boat. All personnel are called at the post, and the combat readiness is second-class, and the battle is three kilometers away!"

"Beware of running aground! Stay close to the coastline and make full use of the line of sight! How pirates raid the safe haven, we will raid pirates!"

"Port side! All the gun ports are loaded, all the bullets are solid, and the gunpowder is doubled!"

"Notify the whole ship's gunners, the purpose is to sink, completely sink, no prisoners, no surrender, no flag flying, no declaration of war! The only order, kill without mercy!"

Abandoning this bloody order, the heroic Captain Amani turned around and his face collapsed.

"Emmons, is it really the ship of the Drake Chamber of Commerce in the safe haven? The lookout can't confirm the situation inside. If not, will we rashly use force in the territorial waters of the United States..."

"According to the chart, the safe haven on the south coast of Wai Rust is less than 200 meters wide." Rear Admiral Chris Emmons, chief of staff of the North American Fleet, is rare and serious. Inside. I don’t think there is another merchant ship in this world that can fight a whole pirate group for 20 minutes in such a small space, except Mr. President’s Valkyrie.”

Amani breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."

"And..." Emmons' eyes flashed, "Regardless of whether it is a Valkyrie or not, the Royal Navy does not have the right to use firepower in the territorial waters of the United States."

"Eh?!"

"It is the most serious diplomatic accident for the core force to break into the territorial waters of other countries, not to mention that the United States has just ended its war with Great Britain. The Royal Navy's actions can be regarded as a signal of war. Declaring war seems to be the only option for the United States to maintain its dignity."

Amani was nervous: "Then...then..."

"You want to ask whether Great Britain will fight?"

The unconfident captain nodded desperately.

"It's hard to say. Although the United States is weak, France stands behind her, and Great Britain's economic situation cannot support a new war..." Emmons sold an official, "If Great Britain intends to quell the dispute, It is estimated that compensation will be required, and the person who gave the order must be dealt with cleanly and neatly."

Amani's face was pale: "Dispose of it?"

"Hanging, beheading, and amnesty are relatively straightforward methods; imprisoning, detaining, ordering discharge from the army, and strictly investigating the behind-the-scenes are the best ways to relieve the United States and quell disputes."

"blind?"

"And no matter what method the Admiralty decides to take, the gentleman calling the shots is sure to be ruined, perhaps involved in political strife, tortured and forced to confess. You know the torture of the Royal Secret Service? There are many kinds, but not only Whips and knives..."

Snapped!

Amani squeezed Emmons' wrist tightly, with an attitude that could be crushed but never broken.

"Emmons..."

"uh-huh?"

"If... if... kill me, then help me take care of my elderly parents!"

Emmons suppressed a smile: "Why, Lieutenant Colonel Amani is also afraid of torture?"

"No, I'm worried that they forged confessions!" Amani's big eyes sparkled, "The general must not be involved in this matter, as long as I die before I go to prison, they won't be able to forge anything!"

Emmons was completely defeated.

He sighed deeply, raised his palm and slapped Amani on the shoulder heavily.

"Don't worry, didn't the general ask you to take off the Mi Ziqi flag before departure? The soldiers also took off their uniforms..."

"Today's Neptune is just an ordinary merchant ship upholding justice. We are not a warship of Great Britain. No matter what evidence others present, as long as you refuse to admit it, the United States will have nothing to do with us..."

"Report!" The orderly rushed to interrupt Emmons' chicken soup for the soul, "Report to the captain, jump out of the ridge ahead, and the first officer is asking about the plan for the next stage!"

"The whole ship is ready for battle!" Amani regained his heroic posture in just one turn of his head.

"Preparing for battle, first-class combat readiness!"

"Yes! Before the battle, prepare first!"

At 12:37, the orbiting Neptune joined the battle.

Her towering bow slowly sailed out of the shelter of the ridge, like a monster floating from the bottom of the sea, suddenly appearing in front of the Brigantine fleet blocking the mouth of the bay.

The Brigantines seemed to see a floating mountain!

The distance is 370, the direction is northeast and north, Neptune's speed is 1.5 knots, the far end is cut, and the Brigantine fleet is adjusted to be roughly parallel.

Amani declares the battle to begin.

His captain's order was quickly conveyed to every corner of the battleship by eight orderlies, and the gunners on all floors shouted in unison: "Open the gun door!"

The gun doors densely arranged on both sides creaked open, and the pure black gun bore protruded out of the hull along the gun rails.

"Enemy ship Brigantine, four in number, densely distributed in the shape of fish scales. Measure the elements D to F, 2 to 6, count down to 30 countdowns to calibrate, and each gun locks on the nearest target!"

"Twenty-nine! Twenty-eight! Twenty-seven! Twenty-six..."

"Observe to confirm the mooring status! The enemy ships are stationary, and the correction only refers to the dynamics of the own ship!"

"Twenty! Nineteen! Eighteen! Seventeen..."

"Report on the readiness of each gun port!"

"Lehman team is ready!" "Alan team is ready!" "Nyes team is ready!" "Hera team is ready!"...

"Twelve! Eleven! Ten..."

"Bomb on the port side! The enemy ships are bombarded!"

"The captain ordered the deck personnel to stay nearby, maintain direction and speed, and do not evade! Repeat, do not evade!"

Boom boom boom!

Water mist filled the sky, among which there were many dull echoes unique to iron bullets hitting wooden hulls.

The image of the Neptune was wrapped up, leaving only the towering masttop still maintaining an unhurried posture, slowly rising and falling along with the wind and current.

"Four! Three! Two! One!"

"Calibration is over! All gun ports on the port side are ready!"

"Captain's order, saturate!"

"Bombardment plan one..." "Plan A..." "Preset the first set..." / "Fire!"

boom!

The bright red flames licked the sea surface and tore apart the water mist, and the huge 16-pound solid shells flew out of the barrel of the British 32-pounder gun, and were thrown high into the blue sky.

Its solitude only lasted for a moment, and after a moment, the second roar exploded, and the twelve-pound solid bullet flew out of the twenty-four-pound barrel, chasing the trajectory of the previous shell.

The third was a six-pound shell from the top twelve-pounder. The fourth is six pounds again, then twelve, sixteen, sixteen, twelve, six...

Stable as a machine, precise as a quarter of an hour.

The gunners of the Royal Navy are the hardest and most terrifying gunners in the world. They may only have half of the French in the mid-range and long-range hit rate, but with the British artillery, they leave other countries far behind in terms of tactical execution and shooting efficiency.

This advantage increases as the caliber of naval guns increases. In the 32-pound range, the British speed is only half of the world speed, an average of 90 seconds.

The 90-second reload quickly changed the design of the saturation, and the Royal Navy’s one-round saturation time is only 90 seconds, which is accurate to the 110-gun Neptune, which is equivalent to firing 47 shots every 90 seconds, and the interval between each shot is less than 2 Second.

The overwhelming shells flew towards Brigantine, which was blocked at the mouth of the bay, like a rainstorm of meteors. Amani and Emmons could clearly see the panic and despair of the pirates on board.

Their anchor chains were recovered as early as the moment Neptune sailed out of the ridge. Unfortunately, less than three minutes were not enough for them to complete the preparations for sailing. Before the anchor had time to rise from the sea, the meteor shower had already covered it. The sea where they are.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

One round, two rounds, three rounds...

The artillery fire poured non-stop on the small sea at the mouth of the bay, no enemy was seen, no screams were heard, and it was not until the third round of firing was about to end that the messenger brought Amani the news of the lookout.

"Report! Mr. Captain, the observation confirmed that three ships of Brigantine escaped from the bombing area. One ship was uninjured and two ships were seriously injured. They have all fled into the bay. The first officer has applied for pursuit!"

"There is no need to pursue." Amani's coldness is cool and handsome, "Order the shelling to stop, turn the bow of the ship to block the mouth of the bay, and prepare for battle on the starboard side."

"Yes! The bow turned around to block the mouth of the bay, and the starboard side is ready for battle!"

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