The artillery roared, and the water splashed.

In the waters of Cantabrian, a fierce chase is taking place on the vast expanse of water west of the island of Rio in the Kingdom of France.

On one side of the battle were the Brigentin-type gunboats, which were known for their speed and stability, and on the other side, the Galen-type fifth-class destroyers, which were the main anti-smuggling forces in the colonial navies.

Cats and mice, cheetahs and antelopes.

No matter how the relationship between the two sides is described, the destroyer, with its eighteen-pounder long-range guns, has always been Brigentin's least favorite opponent on both offensive and defensive ends.

In the vast expanse of the ocean, it was not uncommon for destroyers to chase Brigentine.

But this chase is very different.

The Reindeer marched straight forward with its bow high, but Brigenting, who should have fled from the wind, swam like a dexterous mouse behind her in a broken line, suddenly near, suddenly far away, throwing out his nine-pound minions again and again, even if he could not even break the skin of his opponent, he still pursued relentlessly, which was tireless.

"Fold toward!" Lorraine roared, and the steering wheel in his hand slipped and slipped to the end.

The slender hull of the Butterfly Blossom turned outward, opening up the distance with an exaggerated tilt. The sailors on deck desperately grabbed everything they could, and the guns on the side seized the opportunity to fire up the Reindeer in succession.

The shells scattered, and for a time dozens of huge splashes shattered the calm of the sea.

Since the last time he narrowly lit the Reindeer's stern sail, Acharin had fired three shots, best of which was blackening one of the Reindeer's hulls.

Nine-pound solid shells can barely smash the hull of a battleship into wood chips when firing at close range, while six-pound shotshots pose little threat to the hard, tough wooden core planks except for dirt.

This was not the case with the Caribou's gunwales.

The eighteen-pounder cannon could easily shred the Butterfly's hull under a direct hit, and even the twelve-pounder gun on the main deck could cause great damage to the Butterflyflower.

It's like a praying mantis stretching its arms and eggs flying against a boulder.

Lorraine was constantly changing direction, both to tilt his shells and send his shells to the deck of the Reindeer, and to avoid irreparable damage.

His steering skills were beyond reproach, but this erratic movement was by no means friendly to the gunners who were on duty.

Resigned, Acharin unfastened the locks on his waist and staggered to Lorraine's side as he held on to the railing.

"Captain! Admiral! President! Boss! British boy! He used all the words he could think of to describe Lorraine as a way to express his resentment and dissatisfaction, "What is the purpose of your rushing to death?" To prove that you are bold and technically excellent? ”

Lorraine gritted his teeth and dialed back the steering wheel, and scolded out in Chinese: "If there is something to say, say it quickly, and if there is a fart, release it quickly!" ”

"Huh?" Acharin was stunned for a moment, "Don't say a spell at me!" ”

Lorraine steadied the rudder and took a breath: "I'm asking you to fart at me...... Bah! Let you say what you think directly, don't beat around the bush. ”

"I want a distance, sixty to eighty meters. To inclinate, at least ten degrees, maybe fifteen degrees. Also steady, fifteen to twenty seconds of steady, don't shake! ”

"Crazy?" Lorraine's eyes widened, "Do you know what this cannon means?" ”

"I'm going to get all the gun decks replaced with shotguns!"

Lorraine was stunned: "You still plan to go hand in hand?" ”

"Five minutes at most, and your big words will be invalid!" Yacharin held on to the railing and spat at Lorraine, "The Cattail is just ahead, and the deck is full of debris. Mr. Pidick has your skill at the helm, and no one on deck will survive two rudder turns! ”

Lorraine pushed the steering wheel to the end: "You won...... After three minutes, you'll get it all! ”

Having received the promise, Acharin rolled and crawled into the gun deck: "Scatter, broadboard!" Boys, aim at their guns, just at them and nothing else! ”

The Butterfly Flower gave up the polyline!

In a tailwind state, the full sail Butterfly Flower was nearly fifty percent faster than the Caribou, which had lost its only stern sail, and once it gave up the folded line, its speed suddenly increased.

The bow of the ship with black smoke tore through the wind and waves, approached and overtook it in a visible state, and also exposed its entire side to the reindeer's gun door.

The Reindeer opened fire repeatedly, and in the fluctuating wind and waves, only one shot hit the stern, and with a bang, it smashed Clen's workshop, biting a huge gap in the stern, and the stubble scattered.

But the Butterfly Flower still achieved transcendence.

The wrecked stern of the ship was over the bow, and across the sea, Lorraine, standing at the helm, looked at the bow of the ship.

Lorraine sneered and raised her middle finger.

"Lower the sails! Fold towards! ”

The sailman ripped off the sail rope from the foremast.

The huge sail slammed down, and the speed of the Butterfly Flower dropped sharply, and at the same time, the whole hull of the ship folded to the right hand.

Huge nearly twenty degrees of roll!

The waterline of the Butterfly Flower was completely exposed in front of the reindeer's gun doors, and the sailors who had not had time to fix themselves rolled screaming, and Henna on the lookout clutched the sling, pursed her lips and stared at the sky.

The long-awaited gunners were the first to fire.

Shotshots shot through the five gun doors on the side and crackled into the reindeer's hull.

Streamers of light penetrated the gaping gun doors, and a faint scream came from the reindeer's gun deck, and at least seven heavy guns were silent on the spot.

The destroyer had sixteen guns on the side of the ship.

The gun deck was mostly dumbfired, and the twelve-pounder guns on the main deck were fired one after another.

Boom Boom!

At least three shells hit the hull of the Butterflyflower, and the solid shells smashed deep pits into the wooden planks, and one hit the hull with a bang, shattering the fresh water stored in the watertight compartment.

Gunsmoke fills the air, and the hull of the ship is shaken!

After the earthquake, the hull flattened, and Acharin finally waited for his chance.

He put down his torch and lit the cord, and with all his strength he cried out, "Bear me a son, Miss Lenny!" ”

On the main deck, four six-pounder guns fired at almost the same time, and an overwhelming wave of shotguns flew high over the towering side of the Reindeer, causing a bloody storm on the deck!

The perfect shot!

On the reindeer, the wails rang out to the sky, and Lorraine saw the face of Viren Tieqing.

Veren was furious.

Lorraine laughed maniacally, her erect middle finger retracted, and slowly made a choke-wrenching gesture in her own high raised throat.

He mouth-shaped, "Quel...... bordel。 ”

Look at this mess......

Henna's shouts were heard throughout the ship at the right time, and the slightly sandy voice was filled with joy.

"The Cattail Flower is sailing south! They fled! ”

They...... Escaped!

Lorraine clicked and locked the steering wheel with a full right rudder, jumped off the deck and shouted: "Extinguish the fire!" Ship repairs! I want to hear loud singing! Gentlemen, sing it! ”

[When Great Britain is blessed with the grace of heaven and takes the lead in rising from the blue ocean]

[Rise, rise, rise! 】

【Rise from the blue ocean!】 】

[This is the love of God, the favor and favor of the earth]

[The blessed angels sing in unison]

[Rule, Britannia!] Rule the sea! 】

[Warriors of Britain, never be slaves!] 】……

The unbridled singing fluttered on the sea, but the singers were getting farther and farther away.

The Reindeer was sprinkled with blood, and the lookout hand above her trembled and announced: "Admiral, the English have run away, one to the west, the other to the south......"

All that was left in Viren's mind was Lorraine's playful mouth.

Look at this mess......

"You're looking for death......," he muttered, gently wiping away the blood from the first mate's face, "you can't run away, Lorraine. Arnason. Drake. I swear, the end of the world...... Promontory. ”