The 32-pound carrier-based heavy artillery, as the most powerful movable smoothbore gun of this era, has always been regarded as a symbol of maritime hegemony.

There are very few countries in the world that are capable of producing such heavy artillery, including Britain, France, Spain, Portugal, and the Netherlands... Each represents the order of the world, and each spares no effort to shed the light of civilization to all mankind.

Civilization is a monster that devours everything, and it is the sharpest tiger tooth in the monster's mouth.

Looking at the world, the standard 32-pound naval gun is generally cast in pure iron, 2.7 meters long, 2.5 tons, and a diameter of 15.9 cm. It is equipped with 18-pound solid bullets, chain bullets and 32-pound shotguns.

The operators of each gun are generally between 10 and 16 people, with a rate of fire of 3 minutes per round (the British speed is one and a half minutes), a maximum range of 1,350 meters at a firing angle of 4 degrees, and a maximum range of 2,250 meters at a firing angle of 8 degrees.

Within one hundred meters, the heart shell can easily penetrate 10 cm thick oak boards, and within three hundred meters, it can directly damage warships of level 5 and below, that is, in a direct attack state, one can penetrate the side hull.

It is a well-deserved weapon at sea and is enough to carry its terrifying recoil. In this world, there are only giant Galen warships with a grade of level three or above.

The HMS Lion is such a third-class battleship.

As the latest young main force in the Royal Navy lineup, its single ship comprehensive evaluation has even stabilized the Duke of Wales, which has 98 guns. It is a well-deserved top-notch ship in the Royal Navy's New Continental Fleet.

This is Shaq Drake's flagship.

Apart from 900 meters, the powerful sidewalk of the Lion completed the first round of saturated shelling. The 14-door 32-pound and 15-door 18-pound shots were fired in succession. The waves raised blocked the view and created a spectacular sea-dividing wonder in the distance.

But her master did not show any joy.

Shaq put down his glass with a blank expression and looked up at the combat staff gathered behind him.

"Is the 900-meter deterrent shelling a special order from the captain?"

A hint of head flashed across the older chief of staff: "According to the Navy's battle line operation manual, 1,000 meters of battle distance is the appropriate attack launch distance. A rapid explosion can effectively disintegrate the opponent's battle line, and our well-trained artillery ensures the loading speed and will not affect the effect of formal engagement."

"Is it formally involved in the battle?" Shaq showed an unspeakable smile on his face. "There are 74 firepower battle lines, an enemy army composed of a smuggling ship... Chief of staff, you must not like hunting."

"yes……"

Shaq didn't continue talking, but just shook his head.

"Notify the Unicorn Fairy that the target is fleeing to the northwest highway and is expected to pass through its front within five minutes. Let her catch up and launch a delayed battle nearby, waiting for the Lion and other brigades to surround her."

The chief of staff twitched in and said, "Admiral, will he directly order the command of the formation be passed?"

"The rabbit is about to run away. At this time, the smart hunter will release the leash instead of waiting for the dog to learn to untie the collar itself."

"Yes! Admiral!"

...

A special whistle sound.

The thunder of the thirty-two-pound cannon was very special, low and short, like a hammer stuffed in layers of fabric, and there was no sense of the danger of death.

But Hai obviously doesn't think so.

At a landing point hundreds of meters away, the waves raised by the sea water are like tsunamis, and the splashes soaring into the sky are wide and thick, six or seven meters high.

Being hit by such a powerful force, or even being affected within the range near the bomb loss, would cause huge damage to a fragile commercial ship like the Jackdaw.

Fortunately, they seem to be overconfident in their own strength.

The shelling of nine hundred meters is meaningless. No matter how powerful it falls on the sea hundreds of meters away, it will not cause trouble to the Jackdaw. On the contrary, the large waves raised can effectively cover the Jackdaw's hull, making it easier for Lorraine to change direction and escape.

Shaq, for a while, your mind seems to be more rigid...

Lorraine spat boredly.

"Bell, try to keep this distance and lure the Lion to continue shelling while finding the corners."

"Actually, I need some angles."

Lorraine thought for a while and nodded: "The distance must not be less than 700. When this wave ends, I will let Yacharin cover us."

"700? Enough!"

A stream of wind blew from the ocean into the bay, along the land base of the south shore, wrinkling the calm sea surface.

The Jackdaw caught the wind and the bow of the ship turned slightly to the southwest.

She was a little closer to the Lion, stepped out of the explosion point, showing her slender ship posture.

But in just a moment, the port side was released, and shot bullets in the sky splashed over the sea.

The thinner and denser waves rose, hiding the Jackdaws in the water mist again. Bell seized the opportunity to change direction, followed the wind break, and finally completely cut back to the wind belt.

The Jackdaw filled the tent, and the speed rose again. The Lion fired a second round of full shelling bombardment in vain, as powerful as ever, as threatened as ever.

Cut out and get out!

Lorraine returned to the deck of the stern and stood behind Bell, admiring the pleasing sail surface curve.

"How is it like traveling through the golden current?" he asked.

"Your brother won't make us so relaxed." Bell rubbed his handwheel and rubbed his shoulders. "Although I have never participated in the defense service of the Continental Fleet, based on my understanding of Shaq Drake, there is at least one ship on the Blockade Fleet."

"Baltimore Brig." Lorraine smiled, "The tactical choice... is probably a delayed combat."

Before he finished speaking, Pierce's warning message: "The enemy shadow at 8 o'clock is approaching at 2600, and it is approaching at a very fast speed!"

Bell raised his head and found Lorraine: "The high-speed ship you want is here. Since there are wing sails, should we use it?"

"Catrina said that running away is the pirate's specialty, and I believe the Caribbean Red Rose will not disappoint us."

"You! You captain is so relaxed."

"This is a misunderstanding." Lorraine argued seriously, "I have been raising my energy to deal with the life and death crisis that may occur at any time, and it is very hard."

...

Under the night, the Unicorn Fairy fell behind the Jackdaw with her winged sails, and soon entered Lorraine's vision.

Lorraine was very familiar with this type of ship, with a sword bow, a shield stern, a wing sail, and a slender hull, which was exactly the same as the lucky horseshoe.

As a Baltimore shipwreck, this type of military ship has an aspect ratio that is much larger than that of conventional warships. It sacrifices stability while obtaining speed, especially side-side shelling, with a terrible hit rate.

But she is undoubtedly qualified as a high-speed ship.

Bell had maintained a long 12-knot speed in the strong winds of the Battle of Lerober Bay. Although the British captain behind him was not as good as Bell's ship-driven skills and his wind environment today was far inferior to that of the time, with the blessing of the wing sail, he still made nearly 11-knot progress.

The relative speed is 1.5 knots and 2.7 kilometers per hour. Both sides chase and escape for more than 40 minutes, leaving only seven or eight hundred meters left between each other.

This distance is enough for the bow cannon to launch an attack, but if you want to achieve a hysteresis effect, the most suitable distance is within 500 meters.

Five more minutes...five more minutes...

The captain thought so, and Shaq on the Lion thought so.

At this time, the Unicorn Immortal was east of three kilometers, and the Lion was breaking through the waves and sailing forward with the wind.

Shaq stood alone on the bow of the ship, holding up his sight glass and motionless.

The lights of the Unicorn Fairy Stern Tower floated at the far end of the vision. A further place was the clever smuggling ship. The distance should be not far, but the strict light controls made Shaq unable to lock her whereabouts.

So far, the performance of this little rabbit has amazed Shaq. He sneaked in secretly, threw away the outpost, calmly calmly in front of the powerful Lion, and dared to approach in order to catch the wind.

Especially their fight with the Unicorn Fairy.

The average speed of the Unicorn Fairy in this pursuit battle reached 11 knots, which is enough to be proud of most sea ships.

But as the pursuer, the little rabbit's speed is obviously not as fast as the Unicorn Immortal, but it can maintain a stable high speed, relying on its strength to delay the time it is caught up.

This skill, this psychology, and the unity, self-confidence and stress resistance it shows...

It’s a pity that no matter how good the performance is, the wrongdoer is just the wrongdoer.

Their good luck is coming to an end. When the unicorn immortal fires the cannon, they will fall into an unbreakable net.

The wind is tight.

Enjoying the strong sea breeze that was rushing, Shaq recalled the light news not long ago.

According to the light signals just now, the pursuit battle is progressing stably, and the time for the shelling should be...

"Urgent Light News, from the Unicorn Fairy, Admiral!"

Shaq raised his eyebrows unexpectedly and couldn't help but feel bad premonition.

"What's wrong?"

"The unicorn immortal returns, the target suddenly accelerates, the estimated speed is nearly 13 knots and the navigation is stable, so it is judged that the possibility of chasing has been lost. The unicorn immortal requests to give up his actions and return to the establishment."

"It actually... 13 verses?"

Shaq stood there in a daze, his wry smile gradually rising on his face.

"Are you waiting for the wind?"

"As a gust of energy, I shook off the pursuit... This time, I was fooled by the little rabbit."
Chapter completed!