"Discover the artillery position!"

“Distance to the southeast of 1100, the center of the manor lake, 4!”

"Confirm that the vehicle is a charge boat, repeated, the artillery position is not based on land, the vehicle is a charge boat!"

The Green Yan Falcon is not lighted, and it floats like a ghost ship in the shallows near the sea.

Yacharin and Katerina gathered on the tallest sail truss, holding the cable with one hand and holding the sight glass with one hand.

The small sight glass could not cover the shock on their faces at all.

Yacharin put down his glass with a strange expression and smashed his mouth.

"Ms. Deputy Admiral, I can understand the reason why the rats transported guns into the manor through the waterway. In fact, it is precisely because of this judgment that we can find the target so quickly... The question is, is it troublesome to pull the guns to the shore of the lake?"

"Not at all trouble." Katerina put away her look glasses and squatted on the sail truss. "Secretary Hamilton told me that the Williams Castle garrison was an elite grenade regiment of the Continental Army. They had no experience in water warfare. In theory, in their commander's understanding, firing on floating wooden boards should be an unimaginable stupid thing."

"Some people in this world can't imagine that cannons can actually be used on solid land." Yacharin mocked the corners of his mouth.

"You mean..."

"The American Navy, or our old rival."

"This is a bit unexpected..." Katerina covered her mouth, "There is always a chance to figure out the identity of the opponent. Look at that artillery position, how much time do you need to destroy it?"

"Distance 1100...my efficiency depends first on how close you can get."

"200, this is the limit. If we get closer, we will get stuck on the beach."

"The distance is 900, southeast, wind is northwest, and the target is on the lake..." Yacharin murmured to himself, "Two minutes of calibration can interrupt the business of the little mouse, and ten to fifteen minutes can destroy the target. But it won't be too beautiful, probably."

"Two minutes, ten to fifteen minutes... Go and do it, I want to talk to the Minister."

...

boom!

"Wow, hit the bullseye!"

"Look at the fire, how high it is!"

"Hahahahahahaha! Some unlucky guy ran out, and the unlucky guy ran out!"

"Serraine is your mom!"

"One more!" Boom!

There were laughter and joy on the small lake, and 40 pirates carried shells in an orderly manner, unscrupulously mocking the purgatory on earth hundreds of meters away.

The flames had climbed to the second floor, and half of the sky was reflected red. Through the viewing glass, Freeman could clearly see the dark spots on the exterior wall.

The walls were full of holes, and the flames were rushing around. Flying fire meteors rose to the sky one by one, falling, exploding, and rolling up a terrifying storm of flames.

The information brought by Blackbeard is accurate, which is Freeman's biggest feeling now.

At this time, they had thrown no less than 30 flowering bullets at the villa, and only four or five of them actually hit the villa, but if the few that fell near the villa were added, the number of flames was enough to burn the ordinary house ten times.

But the house in front of me is still firm.

It is mounted on flames and smoke, and looks like a huge frying pan. However, the structure of the house is still intact, and the fire is limited to a small range far below normal, and the diffusion speed is incredibly slow.

But this villa is destined to be destroyed tonight.

Freeman took out his pocket watch and took a look at it on a torch.

It's 2:37 am now, and the battle has been scattered for more than half an hour.

According to the plan, Williams Castle will send troops at 4 o'clock. They will evacuate before that to remove all sensitive traces. The top priority is these four new land war light cannons and extra flowering bullets made by Boston.

Anyway, they will sink to the bottom of the lake. Instead of wasting natural resources, it is better to knock out all the shells before digging the ship.

He smiled excitedly: "How many shells are there on the ship?"

"We have 37 ships, Mr. Freeman." The pirates beside us hurriedly said, "The other ships are similar. In order not to collapse the house too early, we have been slow."

"The house cannot collapse!" Freeman laughed, stood up with his waist and took the flintlock rope from the pirate, "Tell the brothers to cheer up. The chance to play the flowering bullet may be this time in this life. If they can't finish it, they will regret it in their lifetime!"

"Can't be finished?" The pirate looked puzzled, "Mr. Freeman, could it be..."

boom!

Suddenly, red projectiles appeared from the other end of the sea, and rushed straight towards the lakeside, and broke a big tree that was embraced by one person.

The tree fell down crookedly. Before it landed, Freeman heard the second cannon sound.

boom!

The bounce point became closer, and then the third and fourth ones fell on the edge of the lakeside, getting closer and closer and more accurate.

Freeman looked pale: "God...Ship gun..."

boom!

The fighting spirit of the Qingyan Falcon was solemn.

Yacharin held up his sight glass and tied himself to the lowest sail truss of the mainmast, holding his head up and looking forward with his chest.

"The injection angle is increased by half a degree, and the charge is increased by 20%, proofread!"

boom!

"Full side is full, full! Launch every 8 seconds, the secondary gun counts, no orders are stopped!"

boom!

"The shooting angle continues to be raised by half a degree, the charge remains unchanged, proofread!"

boom!

"The shells are in water! The whole side charge increases by 10%, the firing angle is 2.5%! The saturation begins!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom bo

The green swallow falcon is fixed on the sea like an evil dragon spitting out flames. It has 12 artillery pieces on the entire side, 8 twelve pounds, and 4 9 pounds in eight seconds. A total of 96 seconds per round is dropped solid shells to the small lake 900 meters away, causing storm and storm on the calm lake surface.

Drake's sailors load the new flintlock gun below eighteen pounds at a speed of 85 to 92 seconds. The so-called full-side saturation is to start from the number of gun position 1 on the deck to the number of gun position 8 on the gun bay.

It is always an interval of 8 seconds, repeating over and over again, without beginning or end.

In just two rounds, Yacharin could no longer see the opposite side. The thick smoke of gunpowder blocked the entire side tightly, like a cloud of clouds and fog that could not even be blown away by the sea breeze.

The top look continued to report the battle situation loudly: "1 shot, target No. 3 sinks!"

"Nearly missing bullets! Target No. 1 and No. 4 capsize!"

"Target No. 2 has completed the direction adjustment, and the starboard side has been bounced!"

boom!

A flowering bullet fell on the beach more than 100 meters away from the Qingyan Falcon. The flames that surged up had blown high, reflecting the smoke of gunpowder.

Katerina's resolute voice rang on the deck: "Don't raise the sails, don't raise the anchor, the shelling continues, the minor wounded are ready to put out the fire! All the staff are ready to abandon the ship at any time!"

Yacharin missed the opportunity to echo: "The shelling continues to be bombarded! Completely full, complete full!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...

"One shot hit! Target No. 2 is breaking, sinking!" The lookout hand shouted excitedly, "Another shot hit, exploding!"

boom!!!!

A shocking roar!
Chapter completed!