Reborn As a Pirate

　　 The artillery roared and the water splashed.

　　 In the Cantabrian waters, a fierce chase is going on on the vast waters west of the island of Yoo in the Kingdom of France.

　　 One side of the battle is the Brigentin-type gunship, which is known for its high speed and stability and is popular with pirates and smugglers. On the other side, it is the Galen-type five-tier destroyer, the main force in the anti-smuggling of the colonial navies of various countries.

　　 cat and mouse, cheetah and antelope.

　　 No matter how you describe the relationship between the two sides, a destroyer with an 18-pound long-range gun and an overwhelming advantage on both offense and defense is always Brigentine’s least favorite opponent.

　　 On the vast ocean, it is not uncommon for destroyers to chase Brigentine.

　　 But this chase is very different.

The Reindeer moved straight forward with the bow high, but Brigentine, who was supposed to flee from the wind, swam behind her side like a clever mouse, approaching and far away, throwing out his nine-pound minions again and again. , Even if the opponent's skin can't be broken, he still chases after him, which is tiresome.

　　 "Folding direction!" Lorraine roared, and the steering wheel in his hand slammed to the end.

The slender hull of the 　　 Butterfly Flower turned outward, using an exaggerated tilt to spread the distance. The sailors on the deck desperately grasped everything that could be grasped, while the artillery on the sideboard seized the opportunity to continuously fire and blast with the Reindeer.

　　The shells flew away, and dozens of huge splashes broke the calm of the sea.

　　 Since the last time he fluke lit the stern of the Reindeer, Yacharin has fired three shots, and his best record is to blacken a hull of the Reindeer.

The nine-pound solid shell can barely smash the hull of the battleship out of wood chips when it is close to the fire, and the six-pound shotgun, except for the dirt, will not pose any threat to the hard and tough wooden core board. .

　　 Reindeer’s side cannon is not the case.

　　 The eighteen-pound heavy artillery can easily tear the pansy's hull under direct attack. Even the twelve-pounder gun on the main deck can cause huge damage to the Pansy.

　　 is like a praying mantis propping up his arms, and the eggs fly against the rock.

　　 Lorraine kept changing directions, not only to pour out the angle and send his shells to the deck of the Reindeer, but also to avoid shelling to avoid irreparable damage.

　　 His steering skills are beyond reproach, but this erratic position is definitely not friendly to the heavy-duty gunners.

　　 Yacharin released the fixed lock on his waist angrily, holding on to the railing all the way, swaying to Lorraine's side.

"Captain! Admiral! President! Boss! British boy!" He used all the words he could think of to describe Lorraine to express his resentment and dissatisfaction. "What is the purpose of you rushing to die? To prove it. Are you bold and skilled?"

　　 Lorraine gritted his teeth and shifted back to the steering wheel. He spoke in Chinese and cursed: "Say if you have something, let go if you have a fart!"

　　 "Huh?" Acharin was taken aback, "Don't say spells to me!"

　　 Lorraine steadied the rudder and took a breath: "I asked you to fart at me... Bah! Let you directly say what you are thinking, don't be inconspicuous."

　　 "I want a distance, 60 to 80 meters. I want an angle of inclination, at least ten degrees, maybe fifteen degrees. Also stable, stable for fifteen to twenty seconds, don't shake!"

　　 "Are you crazy?" Lorraine's eyes widened, "Do you know what this shot means?"

　　 "I'll let the gun deck replace all the shotguns!"

　　 Lorraine stunned suddenly: "Are you planning to go forward together?"

"At most five minutes, your big words will fail!" Yacharin held the railing firmly and slobbed at Lorraine. "The Cattail Flower is in front. The deck is full of debris, even Ramos Pi Mr. Dick has your steering skills, and the people on the deck can't survive two turns!"

　　 Lorraine pushed the steering wheel to the end: "You won...in three minutes, you will get everything!"

　　 got the promise, and Yacharin climbed into the gun deck with a rolling belt: "Shotballs, all-board shotguns! Boys, aim at their guns, only aim at the guns, nothing else!"

　　 The butterfly flower number gave up the polyline!

　　 In a tailwind, the full-sailed Pansy was nearly 50% faster than the Reindeer, which lost its only stern sail. Once it gave up the broken line, its speed suddenly increased.

　　 The black smoke of the ship's bow tore open the wind and waves, approaching and surpassing in a state visible to the naked eye, and exposed his entire side in front of the gun gate of the Reindeer.

　　 Reindeer fired continuously. In the fluctuating wind and waves, only one shell hit the stern of the ship. With a bang, it smashed Karen's workshop, bit a huge gap in the stern of the ship, and the wood stubble scattered.

　　 Ke Butterfly still achieved the transcendence.

　　 The broken stern of the ship passed the bow, and across the sea, Lorraine standing at the helm and Weilun on the bow looked at each other.

　　 Lorraine sneered and raised his middle finger.

　　 "Lower Hengfan! Turn around!"

　　 The sailsman tore off the sails from the foremast.

　　 The huge horizontal sail smashed down, and the speed of the Pansy dropped sharply. At the same time, the entire hull folded to the right hand.

　　 a huge roll of nearly twenty degrees!

　　The water line of the Butterfly Flower was completely exposed in front of the gungate of the Reindeer. The sailor who had no time to fix her screamed and rolled, Henna on the observation deck clenched the sling tightly and stared at the sky with her mouth tightly.

　　The long-awaited gunners fired first.

　　 A series of shotguns shot out from the five gun ports on the side, crackling and crashing on the hull of the Reindeer.

　　 The streamer pierced into the wide open artillery door, and there was a faint scream from the gun deck of the Reindeer, and at least seven heavy artillery fired on the spot.

The 　　 destroyer has sixteen guns on its side.

　　 Most of the misfires on the gun deck, the twelve-pounder guns on the main deck fired for the second time.

　　 Boom boom boom boom!

　　 At least three shells hit the pansy's hull, solid shells smashed into a deep hole on the wooden planks, and even one shot hit directly, smashing a big hole in the hull with a bang, smashing the fresh water stored in the watertight tank.

　　 The gunpowder is full of smoke, and the hull shakes!

　　 After the huge earthquake, the hull leveled off, and Yacharin finally waited for his chance.

　　 He put down the torch to light the hair rope and shouted with all his strength: "Give me a son, Miss Lenny!"

　　 On the main deck, four six-pounder guns were fired almost at the same time, and the overwhelming shots rose high, crossing the towering sideboard of the Reindeer, and setting off a **** storm on the deck!

　　 A perfect shot!

On the 　　 Reindeer, UU reading www.uukanshu.com wailed up into the sky, and Lorraine saw Weilun's face green.

　　 Velen was angry.

　　 Lorraine laughed frantically, raised his **** to reclaim, and slowly made a pose of hanging his throat on his raised throat.

　　 He used his mouth to send out a French sentence: "Quel...bordel."

　　 look at this mess...

　　 Henna's shouting spread throughout the ship in due course, and the slightly sandy voice was full of joy.

　　 "The Cattail Flower sailed southward! They escaped!"

　　 They... escaped!

　　 Lorraine locked the steering wheel with a full right rudder with a click, jumped off the deck and declared loudly: "Fire! Repair the ship! I want to hear loud singing! Gentlemen, sing!"

　　 [When Great Britain enjoys the blessings of heaven, it takes the lead to rise from the blue ocean]

　　【Rise, rise, rise! 】

　　【Rise from the blue ocean!】

　　【This is the love of God, the favor and special favor of the earth】

　　 [The angels who protect and sing in unison]

　　【Rule, Britannia! Rule this sea! 】

　　【British warriors, never be slaves! 】...

　　 Unscrupulous singing is flying over the sea, but the singing people are getting farther and farther away.

　　 The Reindeer was sprinkled with blood, and the watchman above her head trembled and announced: "Admiral, the English have run away, one is heading west, the other is heading south..."

　　 Only Lorraine's playful mouth shape remained in Velen's mind.

　　 Look at this mess...

"It's you who want to die..." he murmured, gently wiping the blood splashed on his face, "you can't run away, Lorraine Anason Drake. I swear, the end of the world... Haijiao ."