Chapter 192 Crash

You can say that this is an artillery battle from the old sailing era. Although one of the ships looks like a benchmark of the new era, it still uses old-fashioned front-loading cannons, because the artillery battle in the depths of the Spiritual Sea, even if it is If you watch it a hundred times, it will still feel weird.

Iron ball bullets larger than a human head jumped out of the dark iron cannon barrel driven by extraordinary spiritual power. At the same time as the flash of inspiration occurred, a huge explosion shook the entire sea area.

The strange thing is that there is no so-called scene of cannonballs roaring across the sky. Instead, the two sides seem to be firing torpedoes at each other.

After the roar, the battlefield was filled with the sound of "hissing" waves!

In the high-concentration spiritual seawater, the cannonballs mixed with stronger spiritual power just cut through the waves.

Since spiritual matter is much denser than air, and its distribution is more uneven, it often shows a slightly weird deviation after flying five hundred meters, just like the cannons flying randomly when Mark was playing with fireworks when he was a child.

Of course, these things are much more powerful than the sky cannon.

Even at the last moment when the kinetic energy is lost, the spiritual power contained in the iron ball bomb will still make a final explosion, setting off a short-term chaotic surge that is about the size of the smallest container.

Looking from a distance, it looks like the sonic boom cloud left by a supersonic fighter jet.

In the first round of volleys, both sides...were ridiculously crooked. The one closest to the Caribbean, with an offset of about three hundred meters, flew over the bridge and exploded.

This hit rate is a bit embarrassing. Conrad blushed a little. When he picked up the monocular telescope again, he was surprised to find that the barrel of the telescope rotated on its own. At the same time, Mark's voice sounded in his ears: "I helped you adjust the secret position, you try again."

Conrad didn't know what the secret position of the sniper scope was. He only knew that Mark had his own reasons.

When Conrad looked into the telescope again, he clearly saw the same scene, but he knew that many coordinates had changed.

Narrowing his eyes, the storm giant shouted again in a rich voice: "Fire!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Amidst the dull explosion, the second wave of shells fired at each other.

Since the speed of the shell was much lower than in reality and it looked more like a torpedo, Mark glanced at Ren.

Mark: Do you understand what I mean?

Ren: I understand! My Lord!

Wren made a cunning move - he asked the helmsman to slam the rudder.

"This..." Mark was shocked!

Is this the legendary ‘Half of the cut from outside, Grand Slam from inside’?

Because of the sharp turn of the Caribbean, it suddenly made a ship-like tail flick.

Not long after, several shells "whispered" past the deck of the Caribbean at a distance of about fifty to one hundred meters.

Then, from the stern direction, two cannonballs theoretically hit the stern deck... two Devourer jaws emerged from behind.

"Boom!" A large group of spiritual flames exploded not far from the stern of the ship, looking like fireworks.

Mark snapped his fingers, and Ren immediately ordered the Storm Son to run to the stern of the ship and light some blankets and other debris, as well as a group of soul fireworks.

In the deep sea of ​​the spiritual world, this fire cannot be said to be dazzling.

Relatively speaking, things are not going well for the ghost ship.

The ghost captain wore a robe similar to a large trench coat, and there was an evil light in his eyes under the big felt hat.

The Caribbean could swerve, but his ghost ship couldn't.

As the attacker, his ships entered the battlefield at an angle.

In this dead spiritual sea, there is no so-called upwind direction, but the gun positions of the old-fashioned sailing warships are almost all on the sides of the ship. He also needs to adopt the so-called T-position tactic to maximize the power of the artillery.

Both sides have psychic artillery, so it doesn't matter who takes advantage.

No, actually Mark still had the upper hand. Captain Ghost didn’t know that Mark’s ghost cannon was fully automatic.

On the ghost ship side, hundreds of ghost pirates are busy.

These pirates with translucent and semi-substantial soul bodies perform their duties, some are controlling the sails, and some are cleaning the barrels of the cannons. Although they are also very skilled, their efficiency is at least 30% lower than that of fully automatic artillery.

Just as they were working hard, the shells of the [Netherworld Cannon] arrived.

If the hit rate of the artillery they fired just now was one tenth, then Mark's hit rate was ridiculously high.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound of continuous explosions was almost loud.

The captain was still sensitively aware that his ship had been hit by at least six shots.

The bow, the gun deck on the port side of the ship, the deck on the ship, the stern of the jib in front of the ship, and the poop were all hit hard.

A large amount of spiritual wood was blown away by the explosion, and the spiritual fragments exploded, causing secondary damage like fragmentation grenades.

If this was a ship driven by a living person, at least thirty people would lose combat effectiveness with just these six guns.

However, the ghost sailor who had lost his arm randomly picked up an arm and pressed it on, quickly regaining his fighting ability.

The ghost captain groaned, and suddenly many templates of the same length and width flew up from the bottom of the ship, crackling to block the gap that had just been blasted.

There is no doubt that this is the self-healing ability of the ghost ship.

As for how much the newly nailed wooden planks were less protective than the original thick ghost fir trees, only Ghost Captain Drake himself knew.

What is certain is that the three damaged ghost cannons are temporarily disabled.

The sharpness of the opponent's artillery was a bit beyond Drake's expectation.

"Fortunately, the opponent doesn't have a strong will to fight!" He muttered.

Because he saw that the Caribbean was generally aiming at the ghost ship with its stern, only tactically swaying left and right from time to time so that its side guns could find a firing angle to fire back. At the same time, the Caribbean began to surface as fast as it could.

At a glance, you can tell that it is going to be driven above the spiritual sea, so as to take advantage of the speed of this modern style ship.

"Oh? Isn't the rudder broken yet? Keep firing!" Drake gritted his teeth and let the ghost ship speed up to catch up.

Obviously, the shelling of the ghost ship should be useful. The spiritual flames at the tail of the white cruise ship seemed to be burning bigger and bigger, and the ship's speed was constantly decreasing.

This gave Drake more confidence in himself.

He could sense that the other party's ship was full of living people. In this cruel artillery battle, once the survivors are injured, the number of survivors will be reduced, and it is impossible to continue fighting like the ghost pirates.

Although his [Golden Deer] took more hits and suffered more serious damage, he determined that this battle would be like all his battles with the Church of Storms and would end in his victory.

The other party's ship was getting slower and slower, and the escorting icebreaker finally bravely followed the Caribbean - it wanted to use its own hull to cover the Caribbean's evacuation.

"Brave Captain! It's a pity that it's useless! For the sake of your bravery, I will give you a chance to board the Golden Deer!" Regarding the behavior of the icebreaker, a hint of admiration flashed in Drake's eyes, and then he resolutely Order: "Full sail, let's hit it!"