Five Hundred and Eighty First Apollo's Golden Carriage

"The distance from Vader is 4800! The distance is widening! Can't get closer!"

On the Virgin Cigar, Guinea the Nutria took out a handful of peppers from his pocket and stuffed them full into his mouth.

The original hotness from Mexico quickly spread in his mouth, which made his eyes red.

First mate Rodman stood beside him with admiration.

"Captain, the Black Prince is worthy of being a Black Prince. He dared to speed up the boat even though there was an ambush ahead."

"It's not speeding up." Ginnie's mouth was spraying pink juice, "It's because his rudder and sail are too stable, and he has hardly deviated from the wind belt for such a long time, so the speed of the boat is naturally stable. And we deviated several times times, in comparison, the distance will get bigger and bigger."

Rodman snapped his tongue: "Speaking of which, the Hound's Second Fleet should have entered the line of sight of his deck, right? Why are you rushing forward along the wind?"

"Our ship is clinging to the back. At this time, we will definitely catch up if we change course drastically. The Vader is betting that as long as her speed is fast enough, the Hound's ship will not dare to block her path."

"perish together?"

Ginnie laughed wantonly: "After all, the Gee Savoy is far away in Boston. It is not impossible for the terriers to leave the King of Dogs and be scared away by their prey..."

Rumble rumble rumble...

The voice was interrupted by the muffled thunder in the sky, Jinny Yidi frowned, and looked back at the clear blue sky.

"Rodman, will it rain today?"

Rodman also looked confused: "The sky should be sunny, yesterday, today and tomorrow will be sunny..."

"Then this thunder..."

boom!

Explosive explosions erupted from the end of the sea and sky, accompanied by a thick column of smoke that soared into the sky, and a small flying house that soared to the sky.

Jinny watched the flying house rise from the sea level, ride the wind and fly in the sky for a long time, and then shyly slip back to the sea level like a suckling swallow falling into the forest, and there is no more news...

Before he knew it, his mouth had been opened to the maximum.

"Ro... Deman..."

"yes……"

"Where...could it be..."

Rodman swallowed hard: "Probably... Apollo's golden carriage crashed..."

"Did the golden carriage... fall near the great victory in Havana?"

"Maybe it's a mirage..."

"Is there such a clear mirage?"

"possible……"

"possible?"

silence,

silence……

Rodman stood firm as if he had just recovered: "Commander, I will let the watchman... No! I will go to the watchtower right away! Go right away...go right away!"

...

"Port rudder! Cut side!"

Accompanied by Katerina's command, Bell carefully turned the steering wheel as if holding a fragile object.

The Valkyrie is cruising at a speed of more than twelve knots. In this state, any unsmooth change of direction will cut a fault on the sea surface, lifting the ship to a large roll.

But Lorraine does not allow deceleration, nor does it allow rollover. Under this requirement, there is basically no difference in operation between the fake 5 degrees and not allowed.

Therefore, Valkyrie's shipboarding started from a distance of 1.8 kilometers away. Bell can only dial less than one degree each time. After the first effect, he quickly returns to the rudder. When the ship is stable, he turns the rudder again. Repeatedly, repeatedly. , until entering 200 meters, the ship in progress was completely moved from the target directly behind to the port side.

All the inclinations are hidden in the repeated breaking waves, which does not feel like a roll at all. If you want to describe it, bumping may be a more accurate word.

Hulkili cut across from the port side of the Havana Grand Victory in a completely parallel attitude, the bow of the ship passed through the stern of the target, like a god high above, raised its bow and sailed straight to the middle of the target.

The young man who was in charge of the artillery for the first time was so nervous that he almost collapsed and completely forgot the order to fire.

He heard someone shouting at the top of his lungs: "Fire, fire! Boom her down, boom... Boom her down immediately!"

Boom boom boom!

Sporadic shells hit Valkyrie's armor. At a distance of 30 meters, 12 pounds can only spark a little sparks, and only 18 pounds can slightly deform the support under the armor and make a squeaking noise. Squeaking sound.

The ear-piercing sound of grinding teeth, the roaring muzzle gun and the lingering ringing of the bell finally blasted the young cannon out of his tension.

He is not nervous anymore.

The little soul flew up, looked at the body like an emotional bystander, raised its arms, and swung them down 90 degrees.

"Saturation shooting, astringent!"

boom!

The first shot was fired, and the main gunner, who was holding the hairline, completed the action of pulling the side with a conditioned reflex posture.

The red-hot sixteen-pound iron projectile flew out of the deep gun barrel, crossed the 32-meter-wide sea in the blink of an eye, tore open the hull, broke the compartment, and smashed the bow third of Havana's victory like a bamboo. A big hole was smashed in one place.

No one cheered such a direct hit.

Tension, silence, machinery, day-to-day training, hundreds of simulations...

The young man forgot everything at the moment of the sound of the gun, only the hair rope in his hand, his own round, and the endless five seconds of back and forth.

Five, four, three, two, one, boom!

Five, four, three, two, one, boom!

Five, four, three, two, one, boom...

Shotguns and chain bombs swept across the deck, and thirty-two-pound cannons shattered the hull. Valkyries and commercial Baggs were never creatures of the same dimension, and every sound sounded like a death knell from hell.

The third, fifth, and sixth gun ports of the gun bay smashed the ammunition of Havana's Great Victory successively. The scattered ammunition flew randomly in the cramped fire field where no living people were found, repeatedly ignited and swept repeatedly.

A ricochet shattered the gunpowder compartment in the middle of the hull, and the fire wrapped the sealed gunpowder in the vat and vat, crackling and burning non-stop.

Another ricochet followed, passing one side window after another, watching the giant ship passing by, smashing the powder keg, and spilling a lot of powder packets.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The sacrificial bombing happened, within reason, but unexpectedly.

A violent explosion gushed out at the center of the ship, and the gale swept away all obstacles along the way with debris, smashing the riddled hull and sending it flying.

Masts, poops, planks, guns, dead bodies, living people...

All flying and non-flying things flew up, and the huge poop and the several-meter-high tsunami rushed towards Valkyrie's back.

But they can't catch up.

The soaring gale stirred the air, and under Bell's control, Valkyrie once climbed to a top speed of 14 knots, so fast that even the aftermath of the explosion couldn't match it.

The young gunners filled the port of the stern gun, face to face, head to head, cheering suppressed and ups and downs, like ghosts howling in hell.

Acharin and Kerry leaned side by side against the bulkhead.

"Master Gunner, the quality of this batch is really good."

"It's just pushing down the maid at home, and I don't know what to be proud of." Yacharin pursed her lips, "Allow them to linger for two minutes, and after two minutes, they will attack our head maid with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek."

"They are the main guns, they give orders, and they plan. Let the old guys do auxiliary work, and they are not allowed to make suggestions, but unrealistic fantasies must be killed in advance."

"Tell them that no one will help them push their butts this time. If you want to show off your masculinity, please raise your waist."

"AYA!"

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