When Mr. Spotter climbed onto the deck, Lorraine was desperately flicking his handwheel.

And it wasn't just him, everyone on deck was desperately doing what they could, and the largest number of men were concentrated on the mainmast, completely ignoring the risk of being swept away by scattered bullets, and only wanted to raise the previously fully lowered sail back in the shortest possible time.

In short, running for your life is the only theme of the moment.

Previously, in order to create the best shooting environment for Yacharin, the Golden Deer's course was too inward, and in order to avoid the heavy artillery area, it actively gave up most of the power, and now if it wants to change its course, it can only take great pains to adjust the bow angle from the original opposite direction back to the opposite direction.

This means that the whole ship has to turn around at the existing slow speed, break out of the unsuitable wind zone and cut into the windward area, and then accumulate enough inertia through a certain period of sailing, and once again cross the middle wind loss zone and enter the sharp angle of the wind that can bring the battleship to escape at high speed.

It's a long process to describe.

Lorraine's head spun rapidly with the handwheel, desperately calculating the time to get out.

Three minutes? Or five minutes?

In the meantime, Acharin will certainly be able to wait for more than one chance to shoot.

However, due to the problem of the angle of fire, it is difficult for the projectile fired during the turning process to form a direct hit, even in the mission, and it is even more difficult to give the Andean visible damage as before.

The Andes, on the other hand, will have at least one chance of saturation at a distance of 200 to 300 meters.

Is it a loss?

Lorraine asked herself.

The Golden Deer was now completely exposed to the Andean strike, and once the saturation shelling occurred, technology alone was no longer enough to ensure that they would not be hit.

At this time, it is more worth looking forward to the illusory luck......

Lorraine glanced at the wind-watching turban: "Heina! Distance! ”

“240…… 220, is turning, approaching to slow down! ”

The turban gradually raised, dancing more and more cheerfully in the wind......

"Secondary gun fire, starboard shot, dodge!"

Lorraine snapped the handwheel to the end, and at the same time, the mainsail just rose to the top, and the whole sail swelled violently!

"Parallel, cut the wind!" Henna loudly told Lorraine the result, and the voice mingled with Pierce's warning.

"Shelling! Circumvent! ”

As if it had been rehearsed a thousand times, the handwheel that was returning was held down by Lorraine, and the Golden Deer cut a very small left oblique in the wind belt, the starboard side was slightly raised, and the heavy hull met the missile.

Projectile plummeting!

Twelve-pound shotguns and nine-pound chain bombs crackled into the waters to the left of the Golden Deer, and huge waves pushed across the hull, causing one huge jolt after another.

First crisis avoidance!

Lorraine let go of the handwheel and let it coil back into place, then lifted her hand and locked the rudder with a flick of the hand.

"Hena, staring at the artillery bay of the Andes, it's not far from the saturation of the shelling."

Henna nodded solemnly.

"And you, sir." Lorraine squinted at the observer, "I hope you're not here to tell me that my chief of artillery is about to abdicate his responsibilities." ”

"That's nonsense, Captain!" The observer stiffened and saluted, "Mr. Desey, I just wanted to ask for more shooting opportunities!" ”

"More opportunities?"

The Golden Deer's starboard side returned fire, and the No. 3 gun door narrowly hit, hitting the hull near the bow of the Andes, breaking a cloud of wood chips and failing to pose any threat.

As expected......

Lorraine shook his head depressedly: "I will continue to create opportunities for you, this is what was originally agreed." ”

"No...... Mr. Desai's request is five, maybe ten, ......"

"Ten ......"

"Saturated shelling!"

Before Lorraine's retort could blurt out, Henna beside her and Pierce above her issued an early warning at the same time.

"Distance 270, saturated shelling, starboard shell!"

"Circumvent!"

The evasion had already begun before the command was issued, and Lorraine released the lock, and the handwheel was full to the left.

At the same time, the sailors who operated the schooner boom jumped up on the guardrail, using the weight of their entire bodies and the inertia of the big ship to push the schooner to chase the wind, in order to maintain the only boost of the Golden Deer during the short period of wind loss!

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The twenty-four-pound Hellbringers fell with a whistling sound, and the first three landed on the bow course of the Golden Deer nearly 50 meters away, making a huge splash.

The fourth, fifth, approaching, the waves pushed against the hull of the Golden Deer, pushing the already heavily rolled hull more and more tilted.

Then came the sixth, seventh, eighth...... Passing over the head of the Golden Deer, it shot a distance of more than 30 meters.

Ninth shot!

Lorraine stared at the trajectory of the projectile, and her pupils suddenly contracted: "Ship...... Bow hit! ”

The roar was still in the air, and the huge projectile whizzed into the center of the bow and struck the narwhal, the alchemical ballista like the symbol of Lorraine.

Click! Click, click! Rumble!

The hull shook violently as if it had been hit, the towering bow deck collapsed without hindrance, and small pieces of metal swept across the deck like scattershots, sending the two sailors flying on the spot.

Lorraine smelled a smell of despair......

"Put out the fire, check the damage, and tell me as fast as you can! Fast! ”

He clenched his handwheel and shouted as if he were clutching the wheel, but his trance-like spirit had long since taken care of anything else, and he didn't even know where the last three shells landed in detail, but from the ship's feedback, he knew that no second shell had hit the Golden Deer.

Just a blow...... Was there any damage to the hull or keel?

If the hull leaks or the structure is damaged, will the Golden Deer, which has plummeted, be sure to escape the pursuit of the Andes?

War sinking?

In just a few moments, the temporary third mate, dressed in gunsmoke, ran in front of Lorraine.

"Captain! It's a miracle! ”

"What?" Lorraine looked misty.

"It's a miracle! The narwhal ballista blocked the impact of the shells, only the bow compartment was destroyed, because all the ammunition had been moved to the deck, and the fire was not too big, and it was under control! ”

That is to say...... No big deal? ”

Lorraine suddenly remembered the excitement of the first time that Karen had been a narwhal on the island of Hebasi.

Alchemical Ballista [Hermes. Trismegistes, Narwhal], although he barely used this magical set of ancient ballistas as he rose through the combat ranks, it seems to be tougher than all existing means of disposing of materials, almost to the point of indestructibility......

"Ancestors' blessings......" Lorraine muttered to herself.

Crash!

After a long silence, the wind-watching turbans danced violently, and they finally cut out of the windless belts and returned to the cut-off corners that were best for escape.

Lorraine took a deep breath and adjusted her mental state in the blink of an eye.

"Sir!" He said to the observer, "Go back to your post, the second adventure is about to begin!" ”

"Yes!"

The observer hurried back, his stumbling back constantly reminding Lorraine of the thrilling scene just now.

But for adventurers, only the result is something that needs to be savored for a long time.

They have miraculously survived the crisis!

Lorraine had an urge to laugh.

"Henna, I have a bad idea......"

……

Andean, on the main deck.

A tall middle-aged officer held a lookout glass and looked motionlessly at the Golden Deer that staggered away.

In the saturated shelling just now, one shot hit the target, and the penetration point was expected to be in the bow or port side, but due to the problem of viewing angles, none of the eight observation points on the ship could confirm the result of the penetration.

However, the Golden Deer's trajectory did become strange, and although it was full sail, the speed of the ship was lower than expected.

What's more, from her direction, the hired captain on the opposite side had abandoned the plan to take over the ship, no longer pestering the Andes, and instead sought to break out of the siege and escape.

This illustrates...... Hit hard, right?

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment: "Someone." ”

The adjutant stood behind him with a shorthand notebook: "Count, please order." ”

"Inform the Totem, the enemy ship is greatly damaged, pursue the remnants of the enemy, pay attention to the movement of the lucky horseshoe, the other party may break its tail to survive."

"Yes!"