Lorraine soon met Yacharin, hanging her arms and plying her plywood.

Judging from Daniel's treatment method, his injuries were heavier than they looked. Coupled with his pale face and wet hair on his forehead, Lorraine began to worry about whether he could take on the next heavy responsibility.

"What? Fracture?"

Yacharin's body trembled slightly.

"Because time is tight, the possibility of fractures is only ruled out for the time being..."

“…How to rule it out?”

"Please... don't ask."

Lorraine saw hell from Yacharin's eyes.

But excluding the risk of fracture is at least a good thing from a practical point of view. Lorraine corrected the god and dragged Yacharin to starboard.

The Andes lie on the sea where you can see it, tall, majestic, irritable, and clumsy, just like the origin of her name, the huge mountain range spanning North and South America.

Another round of shells came, and Henna gently moved the handwheel, and the Golden Deer was passing through the wind and waves like a snake, easily breaking out of the bombing sea.

"How do you feel?" Lorraine asked.

"It's so relaxing that it's hopeless." Yacharin took a deep breath, "Captain, do you have no chance of winning in your judgment?"

"A 100 meters, more than 50% chance of being shot directly by a twenty-four-pound cannon. Although the probability is not a simple addition... it doesn't matter, and life-related matters will not give us room for correction."

"Simply put, you will die." Yacharin nodded in agreement.

"It's almost the same."

"But you still have the lucky horseshoe number on your hands, it really doesn't work..."

"Brig of Revodang has been pressing against the back of the Andes, just waiting for me to take the lead in investing in the lucky horseshoe." Lorraine opened her hands, "We each had an idle soldier. It seemed that as long as the time was right, we could push it to the bottom of the plate and transform into the back."

"But in fact, this opportunity does not exist, because no matter which side Brig is, once it can't hold on, it will become the target of concentrated fire. They are just a deterrent Duizi and cannot become a bargaining weight to change the situation."

"If you want to play chess... the king's chariot changed position?" Yacharin made the second suggestion.

"Does it be translocated with the Hornet?" Lorraine laughed in silence. "The Golden Deer is idle in the Fifth Channel, try to restrain the three Brigs at both ends, and then let our two Brigs try to challenge the twenty-four-pound cannons on the opposite side?"

"Once you enter the actual combat, it sounds like a bad idea." Yachalin spread the only arm that could move alone, "I am just a gunner, you are the commander. Please make it clear, what kind of difficult tasks are there to complete?"

"How about smacking those annoying twenty-four pounds?"

Yacharin blinked awkwardly.

"Captain, although you have guessed that your mission will be a bit unrealistic, but... at a distance of 500 meters, are you going to let me use an eighteen-pound cannon to penetrate at least ten centimeters of oak board?"

"I will take the helm myself and repeatedly create a stable shooting environment of 300 meters for you." Lorring paused, "but it may be more rough before reaching stability, and you also know that if we approach once more, the possibility of us being broken is greater. Are you sure to complete the task before being sunk?"

"Can I have other answers?" Yacharin smiled bitterly and paid tribute.

...

"Hang all the hammocks! Hang them horizontally and set buffering!"

Yacharin ran back to the cannon cabin with his arm hanging, and as soon as he entered the cabin, he began to yell with unknown meaning.

"The more hammocks, the better! They are tied firmly! And... pull out your hands to check the port side artillery cables, strengthen them if necessary, and don't let them become a burden!"

"Insufficient manpower? If you don't have enough manpower, go to the twelve pounds of the deck! What can those small cannons make in front of the fourth-class ships! Priority for 18 pounds of demand!"

"There are also human body fixations! If you don't want to be killed by the cannon you operate, everyone will prepare at least two solid ropes for themselves! This is an order, an order!"

The increasingly violent voice and the increasingly ferocious expressions, the gunners had never seen Yacharin, who had been fooled by others, and were shocked for a moment, and only knew to execute the orders in a hurry.

The old people of Butterfly Flower were most clearly aware of the signal of hard work. They quickly completed the tasks in their hands and gathered at Yacharin.

"Captain Si, is the captain ready to break in?"

"There is no chance to break in yet." Yacharin gritted his teeth, tied his useless left arm tightly to his chest, and tied three knots with one hand, "We need to create the opportunity!"

The old people suddenly became excited: "What are we going to do?"

"I personally directed the No. 5 and No. 6 gun positions, and I will draw all the most capable people over, and provide coordinated cover for other gun doors..."

Before he finished speaking, an order came from the deck: "Captain's order! Cut into the battle ten minutes later, all crew members confirm the status of the corscrew again! Repeat, confirm the status of the corscrew again!"

The old people looked at each other for a moment, and Yacharin tightened the rope around his waist with a swish.

"Well... that's it. The captain is much wilder than we imagined. This time he did not win over the beauty's heart even though he did all his attention. He was angry."

"Are you angry?"

"Yes, he is going to break into the manor, and the king is forced to take the bow..."

On the stern deck, Lorraine took the handwheel from Henna.

The patina wood feels smooth, similar to a waxed floor or tabletop, and has a little more soft illusion than that.

But illusions are just illusions.

The handwheel carved with dense tree heartwood is harder than most of the wooden parts on the boat. Even with Lorraine's strength, it is impossible to leave any traces with bare hands. The so-called softness does not reflect anything at all.

The same is true for the Andes.

It is obvious that common sense and experience are clearly telling Lorraine that most old Class 4 modified ships are just compromises due to insufficient military expenditure.

This bloated, slow, and fragile ship type has countless flaws and weaknesses. Basically, except for the superior firepower, other parameters are not worth mentioning in front of the fifth-level ship.

In this case, the single ship between the Golden Deer and the Andes was the Golden Deer, and the Golden Deer was the best. Lorraine was like an experienced bullfighter, playing with this crazy bull named Rewodand with ease until he was exhausted and used a shuttle mark and a stabbing sword to kill his life!

But... the one who is even more tired now is the Golden Deer, and the one who is being tricked and running around...

After struggling from his illusion, Lorraine discovered that the crazy bull man was standing at him waving the red cloth, and a cold light appeared behind the red cloth.

"Once the character changes, the power gap is really scary..." Lorraine chuckled, raised her head and looked at Henna, "Henna, be my eyes."

"Um."

"It may be a little bumpy in a while...but it won't capsize."

"I believe you." Henna answered seriously.

Lorraine breathed a long sigh, smiling, and her eyes became more and more firm.

"It's great to have your trust."
Chapter completed!