Reborn As a Pirate

"Starboard side bombed! Evade!"

The watchman's alarm reached Lorraine's ears, and Lorraine resisted the urge to steer the rudder to the end, turning the handwheel five degrees and giving the order at the same time.

"Rudder left, schooner rounded. Bombardment! Roll ready!"

The Lion began to turn to the left, and the cooperation of the vertical sail increased the inclination of the ship. Lorraine felt that the handwheel became lighter. Almost at the same time, the sound of shelling 160 meters away sounded.

Boom! Boom! ...

The thirty-two-pound heavy cannon roared and spit out hot projectiles, flying towards the direction of the Lion overwhelmingly.

Lorraine finally felt enough slack to yell "Roll!" and slam the wheel all the way down.

It was helpless to divide a full rudder into two operations. The rudder of the Lion was injured, and Lorraine could only cater to the current as much as possible without putting too much pressure on the rudder.

But in this way, the evasive reaction will definitely be slow. Just like this time, the full 2/3 of the steering was concentrated after the opponent fired the gun before it was put in place. The roll of the Lion was very strong, but the time was far from enough for her to leave. bomb range.

The shells fell!

Continuous splashes of water exploded around the Lion, and an 18-pound ship hit the hull with a bang, and was thrown out by solid wood.

Lorraine slowly straightened the handwheel, doing it more carefully than at full rudder, and divided it into five segments at a uniform speed.

The Lion regained its balance in the process, and at the moment when the dip was about to disappear, Emmons waved his hand: "Fire!"

Boom boom boom!

The Lion fought back, and the 18-pound chain bomb mixed with the 32-pound solid bullet flew towards the opponent, but was lightly avoided by the Scarlet Crown, and then turned back in the blink of an eye, and began to sidecut and circle in a better state of wind forward.

Seeing the opponent's alluring attitude, Lorraine snorted with a stinky face.

"It's like a cripple races the postman and takes my wheelchair!"

90 meters, 80 meters, 70 meters...

"The bow of the ship is bombed!"

Lorraine slammed the steering wheel to the starboard, and unexpectedly adjusted the course of the two ships from [λ] to [x].

The distance between the two ships was rapidly approaching.

The Scarlet Crown obviously didn't expect that Lorraine would dare to do the opposite, and the ammunition thrown completely missed the trajectory of the Lion, and all fell into the empty space.

The Lion cut through the stern of the Scarlet Crown, and Emmons seized the opportunity to fill up on the port side less than 50 meters away. A huge hole was torn open.

Thunderous cheers aboard the Lion.

Lorraine let out a long breath, and quickly adjusted the course, tangential to the wind belt.

The lookout suddenly exclaimed: "The enemy ship is approaching! Damn it, 30 meters parallel!"

The injured scarlet crown pressed up from the side of the Lion, far better than the flexibility of the Lion, and far better than the stability of the Lion.

It will take at least three minutes for the Lion to adjust to cut into the wind belt. If Lorraine stays away at this time, it will be tantamount to abolishing his martial arts.

He gritted his teeth and stabilized the handwheel.

Emmons saw his determination, and shouted loudly: "The main gun will fire to destroy, the secondary gun will be loaded with shotguns, and the firing angle will be adjusted to the highest!"

The Scarlet Crown caught up with the fastest speed, the bow of the ship passed the stern of the Lion little by little, and continued to catch up.

The distance between the two sides is only 30 meters, which is the favorite short distance of pirates.

The Lion's thirty-two pounds began repelling fire, one shot after another. Unexpectedly, the Scarlet Crown didn't dodge at all, as if she had made the determination to die together, allowing the fourth artillery to cause a direct hit on her bow.

boom!

The shell smashed open the thin bow hull, exposing the inner anchor chain structure. The Scarlet Crown took the opportunity to complete the chase, and the sailors could even see the expression on the other side across the side of the ship.

"Fire guns!" The deck commanders on both sides shouted at the same time, and the sailors of the Lion immediately raised the maritime commuters in their hands and pulled the trigger before their opponents.

The crew on the deck of Scarlet Crown fell on their backs. With the superb fighting skills of the sailors, at least 10 pirates were shot down in this round of confrontation.

Emmons seized the opportunity of the chaos on the opponent's deck and loudly ordered the secondary guns to be full!

Boom boom boom!

The overwhelming iron needles and steel slag flew from the Lion to the Scarlet Crown, swept across the deck, and tore the sails.

At least seven or eight flames ignited in the night, and the deck of the pirates was a mess of casualties. They could only watch the fire spread and missed the best time to fight the fire.

"Long live!" shouted the sailors.

The speed of the two sides suddenly pulled apart, it wasn't that the Lion became faster, but that the Scarlet Crown lost her speed with a damaged sail on its head.

The crisis is finally over!

It won't be long before the shadow of the Lion will disappear into the boundless night. With the cover of the open sea, the Scarlet Crown could no longer threaten them until they were safely back in Port Chanel-Basque.

In the peaceful and joyful atmosphere, only Lorraine and Emmons were pale.

"She didn't fire until the end..." Lorraine gritted her teeth.

Emmons clung to the railing of the platform: "Damn! Careless..."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

...

The naval battle between the Lion and the Scarlet Crown was in full swing, but Shaq did not direct the battle from the deck.

He was confirming the nautical chart in the bilge with the unlucky navigator whose handwheel had been snatched by Lorraine. In less than half an hour, the nautical chart of Massachusetts Bay had already been filled with various markings by two people.

"We are here now, Your Excellency." Navigator Major Sally pointed to the chart and said, "As long as we break through Massachusetts Bay with the wind, even if we are entangled by another third-class ship, we can easily return to the fleet. anchor port."

"You're too optimistic, Major Sally." Shaq rubbed his brows wearily. "The wind is heading southeast and heading northeast. We have to keep cutting the wind, which means that the damaged rudder will constantly cut across the ocean current under our feet."

"The adjustment of the steering wheel will be very complicated, and even if my younger brother makes no mistakes along the way, our rudder may not be able to support the port."

"You can see a lot of icebergs around Newfoundland." Shaq changed to a sea map of Newfoundland and drew a big circle, "Have you ever thought that if you lose your rudder, any iceberg may make us all go to God. "

"General..."

"That's why I removed you from the helm!" Shaq interrupted his subordinate like a tyrant, "Don't be self-righteous like a fool, the current situation is that we are entangled with an opponent of equal strength, and The opponent is more flexible than us, even if we escape to the ends of the earth, we don't have many chances to shake off the opponent."

"No one will give us the opportunity to repair the rudder. We need to find the most suitable route under the existing conditions, and even if we take a detour, we must minimize the time to cross the ocean current."

"Your work will determine whether we can safely reach Cenare-Basque." Shaq pushed the chart to Major Sally, "Find out the conditions, it will be a long..."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The hull shook violently, and the sound of iron pieces flying and wood snapping spread throughout the cabin through the ship's planks.

Shaq's heart tightened suddenly, and he opened the hatch in two or three steps, letting the soldiers go up to the deck to ask about the situation.

Ling Bing came back soon, his face was flushed and he didn't know whether it was joy or sadness.

"Report to the general! A few minutes ago, I was short-handed with the enemy ship at a distance of 30 meters. The acting captain seriously injured the deck and sail of the enemy ship, but..."

Shaq waited quietly, neither happy nor angry, not saying a word.

"But... the enemy ship launched a saturated bombardment on my poop after being wounded, three direct hits, and the rudder drive system was damaged. Mr. Helmsman asked me to ask you for the course. He has given up the rudder. We have the last rudder left. Turning to opportunity..."

"Is the rudder already hopeless..."

Shaq exhaled lightly, turned around and returned to the cabin, and tore open the chart of Newfoundland with a snap.

All that was left on the table was the map of Massachusetts Bay, on which he was almost prone.

"Where is the nearest island?"

Major Sally was stunned for a moment, then pointed to a corner of the map and said, "It's the Green Island Islands, sir, the distance is 20 kilometers."

"20 kilometers..." Shaq stared at the Green Island archipelago. "Two big islands, five small islands, and more than 30 islands and reefs surround a high-quality safe haven. The terrain is flat and the vegetation is dense..."

Major Sally swallowed heavily: "Your Excellency, what do you want to do?"

"I'm thinking, Major." Shaq stretched his hands and straightened his waist, his face returned to the calm state of Gujing, "The husband who recommended you to me said that your piloting skills are the best in a hundred, so I think, if you lose the rudder, I wonder if you can get us back safely to Ciner-Basque..."

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