"The starboard side is bounced! Avoid!"

The lookout alarm reached Lorraine's ears. Lorraine resisted the urge to rudder to the end and pulled the handwheel five degrees, and ordered it.

"The rudder avoids the left side, the sail turns the truss. Bombardment! Roll prepare!"

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

Boom! Boom!...

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

Lorraine finally felt enough slack and shouted "roll!" and suddenly pulled the handwheel to the lowest point.

It is helpless to divide the full rudder into two operations at one time. The rudder rod of the Lion was injured, and Lorraine could only cater to the water flow as much as possible and not put too much pressure on the rudder.

But this will definitely be slow to avoid it. Just like this time, the entire 2/3 of the steering was concentrated after the opponent fired. The Lion's roll was very strong, but the time was far from enough for her to leave the ammunition range.

The shells fell!

Continuous splashes of water exploded around the Lion, and an eighteen-pound hull was rubbed against the hull, and it was bounced out by solid wood.

Lorraine slowly returned to the straight handwheel, doing more careful than the full rudder movement, and divided it into five sections at a uniform speed.

The Lion regained its balance in the process. At the moment when the inclination was about to disappear, Emmons waved his hand and said, "Let's fire!"

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The Lion returned with color, mixed with eighteen pounds of chain bullets, thirty-two pounds of solid flying towards the opponent, was lightly avoided by the Bloody Crown, and then folded back in a blink of an eye, starting to cut sideways in a better wind-retard state.

Looking at his opponent's enchanting behavior, Lorraine whispered with a stinky face.

"It's like a cripple racing against a postman and taking away my wheelchair!"

90 meters, 80 meters, 70 meters...

"The bow of the ship is bombed!"

Lorraine hit the steering wheel to the right with a thud, and unexpectedly adjusted the routes of the two ships from [λ] to [x], and the distance between the two ships quickly approached.

The Fishy Crown obviously did not expect Lorraine to dare to go the other way. The ammunition he threw completely missed the trajectory of the Lion and fell into the empty space.

The Lion cut through the stern of the bloody red crown, and Emmons seized the opportunity to fill the port in less than 50 meters. One thirty-two pounds and one 18 pounds rushed to smash the opponent's stern, roaring and tearing a huge hole.

The Lion's Joy was thunderous.

Lorraine let out a long breath and quickly adjusted the course and tangentially towards the wind belt.

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

The injured bloody 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.

The adjustment of the Lion cutting into the wind belt will take at least three minutes. If Lorraine is away from it at this time, it will be like a waste of martial arts.

He gritted his teeth and stabilized his handwheel.

Emmons saw his determination and shouted loudly: "The main gun is used for deportation and fire, and the secondary gun is loaded with shotguns on its entire side, adjusting the firing angle to the highest!"

The bloody crown caught up at the fastest speed, and the bow of the ship was overwhelming the stern of the Lion little by little, and continued to catch up.

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

The Lion's thirty-two pounds began to expel and shoot, one shot, another shot. Unexpectedly, the Bloody Red Crown did not hide at all, as if he had made up his mind to die together, allowing the fourth gun to strike directly on her bow.

boom!

The shells smashed the thin bow hull, revealing the inner anchor chain structure. The Bloody Red Crown took the opportunity to complete the pursuit, and the sailors could even see the expressions on the opposite side through the side of the ship.

"Mustgun!" The deck commanders of both sides shouted at the same time. The sailors of the Lion immediately raised the maritime commute in their hands and pulled the trigger before the opponent.

The deck of the fishy red crown was overturned. With the superb combat qualities of the sailors, at least 10 pirates were shot overturned in this round of shooting.

Emmons seized the opportunity of chaos on the opponent's deck and yelled to order the deputy cannon to be fully filled!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Overwhelming iron needles and steel slag flew from the Lion to the bloody crown, swept across the deck, and tore the sails open.

At least seven or eight flames were lit in the night, and the pirates' deck was in turmoil. They could only watch the fire spread and missed the best opportunity to fight.

"Long live!" the sailors shouted loudly.

The speed of both sides suddenly opened. It was not that the Lion became faster, but that the bloody crown lost her speed with a broken sail on her head.

The crisis has finally passed!

It won't take long before the Lion's ship shadow disappears into the boundless night. With the vast sea as a cover, the Bloody Crown can no longer threaten them until they return to Chanel-Basque Harbour safely.

In an atmosphere of peace and joy, only Lorraine and Emmons looked ashen.

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

Emmons clutched the platform's guardrail: "Hell! I'm careless..."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

...

The battle between the Lion and the Fishy Crown was in full swing, but Shaq did not fight on the deck.

He was confirming the chart in the bottom cabin with the unlucky sailor who had been snatched away by Lorraine. In less than half an hour, the chart in Massachusetts Bay had been painted with various markings by two people.

"We are here now, General." Major Sally, the chief of navigation, pointed to the chart and said, "As long as we break through Massachusetts Bay, even under the entanglement of another third-class ship, we can easily return to the fleet's anchor port."

"You are too optimistic, Major Sally." Shaq rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. "The wind is southeast and heads northeast. We have to cut the wind constantly, which means that the injured rudder will continue to cut across the ocean currents under our feet."

"The adjustment of the steering wheel will be very complicated, and even if my brother does not make any mistakes along the way, our rudder may not be able to support the entry of the port."

"You can see a lot of icebergs in Newfoundland." Shaq replaced the Newfoundland sea map and drew a big circle. "Have you ever thought that if you lose the rudder, any iceberg could make us all meet God."

"General..."

"That's why I'm taking you off the throne!" Shaq interrupted his subordinates like a tyrant, "Don't be as arrogant as a fool. The situation is that we are entangling with an opponent of equal strength, and our opponents are more flexible than us. Even if we escape to the ends of the world, we don't have much chance to throw our opponent away."

"No one will give us the opportunity to repair the rudder. We need to find the most suitable route under existing conditions, and even if we detour, we must minimize the time for transverse currents."

"Your work will determine whether we can safely arrive at Chanel Basque." Shaq pushed the chart before Major Sally, "it will be a long journey to find out the conditions..."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The sound of the hull shaking violently, the iron sheets collapsed and the wood broke and broke through the boards spread throughout the cabin.

Shaq's heart suddenly tightened, and he opened the hatch door in three or two steps, so that the army could go to the deck to find out the situation.

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

"Report to General! A few minutes ago, I was at a distance of 30 meters from the enemy ship. The acting captain seriously injured the enemy ship's deck and sail, but..."

Shaq waited quietly, neither happy nor angry, and said nothing.

"But... the enemy ship launched a saturated shelling at my stern after being injured, with three direct shots, and the wheel rudder transmission system was injured. The helmman asked me to ask you for directions. He has given up the rudder control, and we have the last chance to change the direction..."

"Is the rudder no longer saved..."

Shaq gently exhaled his chest, turned around and returned to the cabin, and pulled open the Newfoundland chart with a slight sound.

There was only the Massachusetts Bay chart left on the table, and he was almost lying on it.

“Where is the nearest archipelago?”

Major Sally was stunned for a moment, and immediately pointed to a corner on the picture and said, "It's the Green Islands, 20 kilometers away."

"20 kilometers..." Shaq stared at the Green Islands, "Two large islands, five small islands, and more than 30 islands and reefs, together surrounding a high-quality safe haven, and 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 back, and his face returned to the state of Gujing Bubo. "I recommend your gentleman to me and say that you have one in a hundred, so I think, if you lose the rudder, I wonder if you can send us safely back to Chanel Basque..."
Chapter completed!