"The port side enemy ship approaches!"

"Saturation warning! The distance is 200, 270, and the Vortex Escape is approaching one after another!"

"Romantics is in front of the robbery! Avoid!"

Too much trouble!

On the Valkyrie, Lorraine's depression was beyond words, as it was evident just by the marked writing boards on his hands.

What is Lorraine's style?

Although he was a rare top scorer in the history of the sea school, he also won the unique record of winning the homework on the map during his school days, Lorraine never thought he could become the top naval war commander of this era.

His style relies heavily on inspiration and likes to indulge in fickle, unplanned whims to fill the gaps in strategy and tactics. To put it bluntly, he blindly pursues the behavior of gambling players, with extremely high upper limits and extremely low lower limits.

Writing and computing are of course necessary in his tactical system. After all, real gamblers are thoroughly rational strategists before betting, and Lorraine is no exception.

But now is wartime.

As the basic state of gambling, when the dealer gives away the cards, Lorraine should consciously buy the card. The subsequent competition is in card skills, acting skills, inspiration and favor of fate, but it is no longer related to probability.

Lorraine should have understood these best.

But he still picked up the writing board, which was almost equivalent to an announcement that his inch was already in chaos.

Lorraine opened a new piece of paper, scribbled on the currents and wind directions, and painted the location of Valkyrie, the Romance of the Killing Road and the Storm of the Filling Ocean, as well as the approaching Queen Anne Revenge, the Vortex Escape and the Rice.

The picture suddenly turned to one side, and all the enemies were either in front of the front or on the port side. Even those who knew nothing about the chart could easily see that Valkyrie's bottom was completely understood.

This feeling is really terrible!

Lorraine bulged her cheeks and pulled out a twisting incline on the paper: "The right rudder was five degrees, slightly raised the sidewalk, and the deck personnel checked the status of the artillery blocking plate, and the unrelated personnel quickly cleared the field."

His orders were soon executed, and the crew members were almost numbly busy.

Queen Anne's Revenge finally approached, and the blackbeard's daughter walked away 50 meters to Valkyrie with unrecognizable relatives. The shelling was late.

Boom! Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

(＿＿)ノ｜Bibing: "It was hit by the bullet~~"

The shells of the sky flew over from a very close distance and threw them into Valkyri's hull one after another. A high missile hit the gun blocking plate. The support of the gun blocking plate immediately broke out. The two-meter-high iron-packed wooden boards swirled from one side to the other, and fell into the sea with a clatter.

Lorraine's vision was thus broadened.

Through the gap, he saw a twisted piece of armor falling off from the shelling and falling into the sea. He couldn't help but sigh: "Adrey, which piece is this?"

"If it's just one piece this time, it's the thirteenth piece."

Adere also held a writing board in his hand, with four hard and one horizontal counting patterns on it. Two were full pictures, and the last one was only two hard.

There were a few rows left, and there was also a picture of Sanjian's dissatisfaction. Adeley felt the vibration of the hull, picked up the carbon rod, and simply landed on the ground to fill it up.

"The other hull was shot five times, President."

Lorraine bit her writing board and complained vaguely: "I know, I'm so happy to make a sandbag..."

Irritability could not solve any problem. Lorraine had always known this, so he quickly adjusted his state and pinched his writing board into his armpits.

"Slow down another side to catch sails to improve stability."

"Let the lookout continue to be alert to Blackbeard's intention to board the ship. As long as the board is not boarded, the destroyer will not hurt Valkyrie."

"Also, continue to send someone to urge Karen... I remember that the emergency repair time I asked for was 30 minutes, and now it has been more than 40 minutes. How long is he going to procrastinate?"

Adre opened his mouth and carefully defended Kron: "President, there is nothing he can do about the first mate. The armor is falling off too fast, and the counterweight on both sides is constantly changing..."

"This is his problem, not mine." Lorraine pouted and twisted her neck, "Valkyrie did not come to this world to be someone else's target ship."

"Tell him that I officially canceled the previous order. How long will it take to complete the center of gravity debugging? Let him decide this time himself!"

...

"Recheck the knots and check them carefully! Remember that our temporary counterweight is a round barrel, neither a sand and stone bag, nor the gold and volcanic rocks pressed on the bottom cabin!"

"The cost of fixed mistakes is life. Just like the wind on the horse, the gunner who is crushed to death by the cannon will not even be taken to heaven!"

"So, be careful!"

The sound of Yacharin echoed in the cannon cabin, from front to back, left and right.

Yacharin also wanted a more solemn speech, the problem was to catch the center of gravity in the shortest time, and the deck of the gun bay was now full of gun barrels removed from the gun cart.

They are fixed in a row based on the pillars, some are a little left, some are much right, squeezing the passage, and are uneven.

He could only jump along the edge of the cannon platoon, that feeling...

It's like a wild monkey dancing in the rain forest for joy!

Yacharin hated that he became an incompetent wild monkey for pleasure, and even more hated that his artillery cabin lost order and became his current chaotic and disorderly ghost.

after all……

"If you do another chance to avoid an accident, you will really have no place to hide..."

He kicked the cannon barrel tied tightly at the kick, and swept across the cabin with the look of hatred of killing his father and taking his wife.

The culprit, Kron, was right at the stern of the cabin, with a tripod with a balancer in front of him, and the same tripods on the left and right.

He knelt on one knee, allowing his eyes to parallel to the balance meter, and read the scales one after another as the hull swayed.

There are two groups of people like him on the ship, corresponding to the three masts in front, middle and back, each equipped with a recorder, as well as a center contact, statistics and summary person, etc. Finally, the integrated values ​​are compared with his values ​​and sent back to his hands together.

Yacharin once asked Kron if the data tested like this is really reliable. Kron was silent for a long time and said, "We don't have more reliable means."

The answer is clear enough.

Kron did his best, but even if the temporary adjustment was fully completed, Valkyrie would not be able to return to her pre-accident status. Pessimistically, perhaps what they are doing is meaningless.

The familiar roar is transmitted to the body with a tremor.

Yacharin stood on the shell box piled at the stern of the tank, listening silently.

Wow! Starboard.

Wow, wow! port.

He shrugged and climbed to Kron: "I have an illusion, a big stupid guy."

Kron kept staring at the balancer intently: "What's the illusion?"

"I always feel... the captain seems to have abandoned treatment."

"Uh...what to abandon?"

"I heard from Daniel that the captain never let Daniel treat him, nor did he want to drink expensive alchemy potions, so Daniel created this new term, which might have been made by the captain himself."

Cron blinked his big eyes: "You mean... the captain is sick?"

The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly became invincible.

Nearly two hundred pairs of eyes stared at Yacharin, and the blazing gossip fire ignited the air, as if a mortal explosion would come at any time.

Yachalinzhi cleared his throat with pride: "No, no, no, I mean the captain seemed to have given up on evasion."

Skip~~~~

Booties were everywhere, and their necks were slackened and they were all retracted. No one wanted to pay attention to this slag again.

Only Karen is an honest man.

"It's not that the evasion has stopped long ago," he explained to Yacharin according to the data. "It's probably from the moment we told the captain that we would use gun barrels to adjust the center of gravity of the ship, and the roll and sway of the ship were controlled to a minimum."

"The captain was all about Valkyrie's side height and protection. In fact, if there was a gunship leader as good as you on the Blackbeard's ship, we would probably have sunk long ago."

Yacharin was stunned, opening his mouth, unable to make any sound for a long time.

Kron didn't expect that Yacharin was so sentimental, and comforted him in a low voice: "Asia, we must believe in the captain's ability to control the situation. He must have considered that the pirate gunners are generally bad. What you have to do now is not to move, but..."

"I? I'm an excellent cannon leader?"

"ha?"

"You really admire me so much, think I am the best cannon leader in the world?"

Yacharin's face was blushing and his eyes were shining.

"Silly big guy, then what, although I know that my charm is not limited to ladies, I am really not good at dealing with the passionate emotions of the same sex. If it is your sister..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly realized that Kron's face was a little bad.

"Uh... by the way, what did you say just now?"

"Get out." Cron lowered his head with a trembling voice, "Get out before I stuff the barrel into your hair, get out!!!!"
Chapter completed!