Irrational impact...

It is now 1778. More than two hundred years have passed since the early 16th century when the Calais galleys were in a violent naval battle between Britain and France.

As a standard configuration for sailboats, the bronze impact angle and the matching impact tactic have long been tomorrow's yellow, and no one mentioned it again.

In the eyes of men at sea, sailboats are the most exquisite work of art in the world!

Keel, boat ribs, empty capsules, center of gravity...

Every square inch of the molded ship is the result of precision calculations. From the height of the mast to the draft depth, generations of people have deleted and modified it. Everything is done for speed, flexibility, stability, more conducive to artillery and more suitable for ocean-going...

Who would suffocate the sails and use such a work of art to launch an impact?

Who would use his hollow bow to hold the opponent's heavy and stable sideways?

Who can be so unreasonable?

The answer is...English.

The Tuna hit the starboard side of the reindeer at a high speed of twelve knots, with its bow mast shattered, its keel broken, its hull ruptured, and its deck raised.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the ship has completely lost its value for repair. At the moment of the impact, she died. Like her captain, the only thing that remains in the world is the broken and broken body.

The body was stranded on the Reindeer, the towering mast fell down, and the broken sail ropes flew around, wrapping the two ships tightly together.

Like an egg, hitting a stone.

Tuna exchanged its own life for the reindeer's heavy damage. The bow of the ship, which was cut in half, smashed the hull of the Reindeer, and fell into it. At least four cannon doors were smashed.

Many people died in the accident. The surviving sailors screamed and abandoned the ship, jumped from the side of the ship into the cold and bone-breathing sea water, and swam helplessly to the nearby English warships.

Just like a tragic Titanic...

The act of diving is like seeking life in death, but it is better than staying on a boat that dies.

The Reindeer was so angry that its remaining muzzle began to turn.

Vilan got up from the deck in a mess.

His triangle hat disappeared, and the silver wig under the brim flew far away.

The tuna hit him and flew him out and fell heavily on the base of the mainmast.

With this fall, he lost much more than the admiral's majesty. The rivets on the base made a huge hole in the corner of his eyebrows, and his face was full of blood, as if he was evil.

Angry! Unstoppable!

He stood up, took the towel handed by the first mate, held down the wound, and tried hard to cover his anger.

He wanted to sink the tuna, but reason told him that under the current situation, it might not be the only one who sank the tuna.

He paused word by word: "The Reindeer must not be entangled in the sea. The target mast will smash her and smash her!"

Order is action!

The twelve-pound cannons on the main deck immediately gathered together, and the eighteen-pounds that survived the cannon deck were also trying to find the shooting angle.

They do not have the ability to aim at the mast, but even if they cannot aim at the mast, they must use their own artillery fire to leave marks on the tuna corpse at the angle they can, venting their anger.

The cannon leader yelled: "Fire the cannon!"

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The sound of execution-like shelling echoed at the sea, eighteen-pound and twelve-pound projectiles accurately bombarded the huge hull of the tuna, and used direct strikes to show the tyranny in the hearts of the French.

The mast breaks and the ship collapses.

The tilted cannon cart, the messy box bucket and the sailor's body slid down into the sea from the dense holes.

Losing the connection of the sail cable, the Tuna was pushed out, and it got rid of its entanglement with the reindeer, drifted away weakly, swaying and sinking...

But she still didn't float far enough and didn't sink fast enough. At least in the eyes of Vilun, who was hurt by dignity, she was not worthy of her good ending now.

Two minutes later, another round of artillery roared.

At least four shells hit the swaying tuna, one of which drilled into the inner cabin through the hole in the hull, overturning the huge wooden box that piled up gunpowder and shells.

boom!

A violent explosion exploded on the abdomen of the Tuna, and hundreds of projectiles splashed in all directions, destroying all obstacles along the way, causing further death.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The hull was full of holes spewed out a stream of flames. The Tuna cracked in the explosion and broke into countless small pieces. The largest one came from the stern building. Almost half of the stern building flew up and flew into the sky.

What a doomsday scene this is.

A huge flying object like a small building flew high in the sky, attracting the attention of the entire battlefield.

The sound of cannons on the sea stopped for a moment, and everyone's eyes rose high with the half of the stern building and fell...

boom!

Following the trajectory of the Tuna, the Butterfly Flower suddenly appeared on the battlefield!

The sails were blowing through the waves, and the high bow pointed towards the sky, smashing the rolling stern in the air without hesitation, and rushed towards the severely damaged Reindeer with an indomitable state.

It's Tuna!

The sailors gathered on the deck in a dense crowd, sharpening their knives, showing ferocious faces.

The Reindeer's Cannon widened his eyes and screamed loudly in a trembling voice: "Shot-mounted..."

Bang!

The mast tip of Butterfly Flowers sounded dull gunshots, and at the same time, the voice of Cannonmaster Si stopped abruptly.

He flew backwards and died with his eyes open. Blood gushed in his chest, and soon his clothes were dyed red.

For Raven Saugner!

Little Pierce whistled, sat down on the shooting table, curled up in the iron basket, quickly bit open the paper shell, and cleaned the chamber and loaded the bullets.

The gunners of the Reindeer were scattered in panic and a meaningless panic broke out in their mouths: "Hunter! It's Hunter!"

The hunter speaks out, a distance of 100 meters!

No one knows whether they will become the next target of the hunter. They are on the open deck, and everyone is fish on the chopping board.

Villon hurriedly into the stern building, looked at the chaotic main deck with a gloomy expression, and ordered his first mate: "Go to the artillery cabin and drive the barbarian away, hurry up!"

His decision was a little late.

After the eighteen-pound cannon in the artillery cabin turned the gun head, the Butterfly Flower also approached its final charge.

There is nothing to stop the boarding.

Looking at the thick cannon barrel that was so close, Lorraine shouted in a straight voice: "Being bombed in front of you! Right rudder five degrees, lowering sails, and rushing!"

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The roaring heavy artillery sounded close to each other, and the Butterfly Flower deflected the arc in advance, avoiding the shelling, and tearing the water splash open.

The bulging sail sagged in an instant, and her speed dropped sharply, and her side hit the smooth slope of the reindeer, following inertia and rubbing forward.

The huge force swung the stern of the ship, and the two warships were clamped together like closed clips.

boom!

The hull shook, and fishing forks could not be launched in Lorraine.

The iron arrow connected to the thick rope drilled into the inner cabin along the hole of the reindeer, pierced the cannon deck with a loud bang, and successfully built the first connection between the two ships.

"Catch the board! Get on the ship! Noah followed me into the cannon deck, and Henna led the king to the main deck, remember to destroy their cannons!"

Lorraine pulled out her two swords with a clang and ran and jumped onto the straight rope.

"For justice, gentlemen... kill!"
Chapter completed!