Two Hundred Wind Chimes Ringing Softly

"Notification! The target left the strait with the same course and a relative speed of minus 1.5 knots. Contact is expected in 30 minutes!"

"The distance from the mouth of the gorge is 3 kilometers, and we are about to leave the gorge, and we are about to leave the gorge!"

"Stand by for sailing! The captain orders the sails to be opened as soon as they leave the gorge, and the whole ship speeds up!"

"Acceleration warning! Collision warning! The deck crew is fixed nearby, the right-hand cut wind is expected, and the estimated speed is 12 knots!"

"Level 2 combat readiness! Idle personnel immediately go to their commanders to collect weapons, and receive full warning!"

"Ready!"

The gorge is approaching, and the deck of the Lucky Horseshoe is in a hurry. The sailors are orderly executing successive orders, speeding up, cutting the wind, warning, and boarding...

The plural orders are arranged in the order of each sailor's mind according to the training manual, and then subdivided into each position to form a personal instruction, telling them where to go and what to do.

Every sailor knows their responsibilities. Even if they run around in a group on the deck, they can't find a dazed and idle figure. This capable and imposing figure fully demonstrates the peerless demeanor of the world's second largest sea power.

Zirned admired the grand launch of the Lucky Horseshoe with fascination.

This is his ship, even though its firepower is far inferior to those of the fourth and fifth tier ships, but only with the elite quality of the crew, he has the confidence to challenge all opponents below the battleship tier.

For example... those swaying sparks in the distance.

The adjutant ran up with a thick cable: "Captain, considering the ship's hull tilting for a while..."

Zirned opened his arms openly: "Please lieutenant fix me on the bow of the ship, I am going to enjoy the beautiful scenery from here."

"yes!"

The lucky horseshoe is riding the wind and waves, the sides are getting wider and the vision is getting brighter.

Zirned closed his eyes comfortably, and opened his arms to embrace Yuehua.

"Come on, Porto bastard, let me show you the speed of America today, Wing Sail..."

"Hookline! Throw!"

A heart-rending cry rang in my ears,

Zirned opened his eyes in panic, seeing dozens of hooks flying through the air like snakes.

The sharp iron claws scrambled to get on the deck of the Lucky Horseshoe. Some hooked the hull of the ship and collapsed suddenly.

The most tragic hook hit a sailor. At the high speed of the Lucky Horseshoe approaching ten knots, he was suspended without any resistance. His body was like dough, elongated, longer, fleshy Cracked, segmented spine.

When he reached the point where he couldn't pull back, he screamed and was cut in half in front of more than 500 sailors on three warships. His flesh and internal organs were scattered all over the sky, and his upper body rebounded and hit another sail beside the mainmast. On the body of the hand, a single blow smashed the unlucky guy into a chest cavity, leaving no life left.

The Lucky Horseshoe slowed down suddenly, and the sailors on the deck were prevented from losing control because of the prior fixation.

But they soon heard the next order that took them out of their wits: "Muskets, fire!"

With mental calculations and no intentions, the Badger and the Wasp assembled a firearms team of nearly 200 people on the side of the ship, and fired at the same time in a standard volley of guns, aiming at every French sailor tied to the deck like a execution.

Flesh flying everywhere!

There were no cannons, no lights of knives, and the platoon guns on the sea were no less powerful than those on land in this special ambush. The dense lead bullets almost tore the living things on the deck to pieces.

The adjutant was dead. The young soldier threw Zirned down the moment the ambush started, subconsciously turned himself into a shield, and blocked nearly twenty bullets with his back.

Dirty blood flowed down the corpse onto Zirned's face, highlighting the pale eyeballs and the needle-like pupil in the center of the eyeballs.

Ambush... an ambush?

Zirned looked in disbelief at the Badger and the Wasp, which were dragged by inertia and slammed heavily on the side of the Lucky Horseshoe.

There were crowds of people on those ships, and dozens of red army uniforms held sailor knives in their mouths, shouting and jumping for help.

This red uniform...British?

Zirned stared blankly at the opponent's mainmast piercing into the sky, and finally on the tip of the mast, he saw the big rice-shaped flag waving in the wind.

The red cross is the guardian of St. George, which symbolizes England, and the oblique cross with white stripes on the blue background is the guardian of St. Andrew, which symbolizes Scotland.

The two sacred guardians gather together to form a unique blue background, red straight, and white slanted [米] character, which is the symbol of the Kingdom of Great Britain.

This kind of flag may be seen everywhere on land, but it has a unique meaning at sea. It is a powerful sea force that leads the entire world, and it refers specifically to the Royal Navy of Great Britain!

British navy...

Why did they ambush in Martinique...

Why did you let Porto's pups go...

Why……

Zirneder's eyes trembled, and he saw a tall, straight and handsome young officer standing in front of him stepping on blood stains.

"Captain Nessie Zirned?"

Zirned nodded in a daze.

The young officer clicked his tongue: "I am Lieutenant Colonel of the Royal Navy, Horatio Nelson, admiral of the Halloween Fleet Admiral Horatio Nelson of the New World Fleet's New Continental Fleet. I regret to tell you that in order to protect the confidentiality of the operation, please hurry up and pray."

"I am a senior officer... I should have the right to redeem my own life..."

"About this point...the fleet will probably organize a temporary court-martial, and the time for the trial materials will be reasonably advanced. It may be necessary to weave some useful charges for you. That's about it."

"Is that so...then my last request..."

puff!

Before Zirned could finish speaking, the sharp command sword had already penetrated from the back of his neck, twisted the cervical spine, and tore muscles and blood vessels along the way.

Zirned twitched, staring at Nelson's military boots suspiciously, his pupils dilated little by little, and slowly lost their highlights.

Nelson pulled out his sword expressionlessly, and said softly: "The conduct of a gentleman prevents me from ignoring the petition of the dying man, so it's better for everyone if you don't say anything."

He put his sword back into its sheath, turned around and swept across the sailors on board: "Mr. Frey, please organize the brave soldiers to sweep the cabin. In two hours, I will deal with the aftermath on this ship."

Young Frey snapped his legs and saluted. "Yes, sir!"

...

The morning star is still looming in the west, but the east has already revealed its pale belly impatiently.

The morning is dawn and the sky is blue, and the perpetual gorge wind at Cape Hellingers blows the waves and beats the rock walls, causing bursts of white foam to dissipate the night's gunpowder smoke.

The Golden Deer drew a lazy arc, sailing out of the end of the sea and sky like a curvy old man, and Bell lightly moved the hand button to control the huge battleship to lean into the gap between the three frigates like flowers.

The sailors who piloted were stunned by this bold move. Seeing Drake's sailors carrying the plank, humming and humming to connect the golden deer and the lucky horseshoe, they forgot to report for a while.

But to be honest, the Golden Deer does not need boring notifications to refresh its sense of existence. Among the three frigates, she is like a huge floating island. The deck that is two meters higher stands out from the crowd, and even the figures on the deck are extraordinarily tall. .

Lorraine sprinted across the swaying ship planks in three or two steps, stepped on the blood-stained deck of the Lucky Horseshoe, and saw Nelson among the crowd from a distance.

"Hey, there's blood and broken flesh all over the floor, scratches on the deck, scratches on both sides, and burnt marks on the sail... I remember telling you, I want you to be careful about my boat."

Nelson snorted coldly: "This is a trophy of the Royal Navy. For your beautiful plan, I lost seven brave sailors."

"You have to be more frank, admiral, don't forget that I have invested more than ten thousand pounds in this business. Have you ever seen a mountain of gold coins? Put seventy-five kilograms of gold in front of you, then It’s just a small mountain of gold.”

Lorraine flicked his sleeves in disdain.

"So, please be grateful. It is the glory of a soldier to die on the battlefield, and a 30% new Brig is impossible for me to even pay back."

Nelson blinked: "Thirty percent new?"

"Every businessman knows that the market is far more just than God, and I would swear to God for my assessment."

"But aren't you a pagan?"

"Don't pay attention to the details, Admiral, I am a heretic, and you are not!"

A boat full of black lines...

Nelson looked at Lorraine in a daze, and murmured, "I didn't believe you were an excellent businessman until I was discussing business with you..."

"Input, output, thank you for your patronage."

The matter was settled in this way, Bell was appointed as the temporary captain of the Lucky Horseshoe, equipped with 50 sailors on the Golden Deer, and immediately rushed to the nearest British colony of Grenada to replenish the sailors.

Until the end of the Halloween operation, this ship will be under Nelson's command together with the Golden Deer as a hired ship of the Drake Chamber of Commerce, and it is not allowed to leave the operation in any form.

This is certainly not the result of that game-like dialogue.

In the Age of Sail, armed merchant ships had the same combat effectiveness as low-level warships, and there were more of them.

In order to make full use of this civilian armed force, all countries have a complete employment system.

Forms of employment are generally divided into employment and enlistment.

Recruitment is forced recruitment into the army. The state will provide cash compensation according to statutory standards for personnel, materials, ships, etc. that have been incorporated into the army.

Employment is more common, just like the relationship between Lorraine and Nelson now.

This kind of employment is free of charge. Britain will not provide Lorraine with a salary, calculate military merits, and will not compensate for losses.

Correspondingly, Lorraine has the right to refuse missions that he considers too risky, and at the same time has limited, sacred and inviolable control over the materials he has seized, which will be recorded as destruction and sinking in military exploits.

The so-called limited means that under normal circumstances, the Chamber of Commerce does not allow warships above the level of battleships, that is, even if Lorraine captures large warships above the third level, the United Kingdom also has the absolute right to buy them at market prices. Higher than the dominion of Lorraine.

The ownership of the Lucky Horseshoe is a special case.

It takes a lot of money to execute the Heart Arsonist operation. Nelson has no money and needs Lorraine to pay for it. Now that the operation is successful, the Lucky Horseshoe is the debt repaid by Nelson, and it is placed under the name of Lorraine in the name of Lorraine seizure , for those soldiers, it is credited as a sinking.

This state is a convention, and from a certain point of view, it is also a special way for the army to thank the merchants for their achievements, which is no different from taking care of themselves when they are captured.

More than half an hour later, Bell, who had completed the handover, drove the bloody warship into the depths of the ocean. Lorraine and Nelson stood side by side on the stern of the Badger, looking up at the series of "wind chimes" beside the gorge. .

The wind chimes were strung together by hundreds of Frenchmen who were hung on the cliff. There was no struggle and no life. Zirned's senior officer's uniform fluttered on the top, facing the wind, which looked particularly conspicuous.

Lorraine touched his nose: "Admiral, did you hang all the prisoners like this?"

"Most of them are dead people, and a small number are living people who were hanged. I remember eighty-seven."

"I will never die..."

"Isn't what we're after not dying?" Nelson smiled. "I picked the 20 people with the worst mental state and released them back. Those lunatics will bring the defense fleet over, and then there will be a bloody battle..."

"There are still fifteen days left, let's choose the battlefield." Lorraine whistled, echoing the silent bells, "It's really exciting."

"So, don't die."

"One is making a profit, and the other two are making a profit. Do you know? Since I went to sea, I have never done a loss-making business."

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