"Cut the left side, the deck is hidden!"

"Upper chain ammunition, lower live ammunition, ready ...... Put! ”

Boom Boom!

Artillery fire in the sky, gunpowder smoke in the air.

Tempting the enemy to succeed, Lorraine changed his cautious fighting style against the Andes in the battle against the Andes, and became sharp, bold, and extremely bold in the duel with the Totem.

Regardless of the damage and the bullet, since the staggered strike of the T-head, the Golden Deer has completely run over the Totem, and even does not hesitate to forcibly cut into a dangerous distance of about 30 meters, and use the most daring close artillery bombardment to shorten the time required to deal with the opponent.

And the close shelling means that the hit rate of both sides will become extremely high.

The two ships were staggered in parallel to each other, 26 meters apart, with port side to port side, and the gun doors were wide open.

Eighteen, twelve, and nine pounds, all kinds of artillery were sung one after another, and at a distance of almost nothing, more than eighty percent of them bombarded the target.

Such an artillery battle is undoubtedly crazy, the Brig type is petite, but it is also an orthodox warship model, its lower twelve-pounder cannon is enough to cause damage to the Golden Deer's hull, the upper nine pounder is relatively weak, but repeated direct hits will also make wood chips fly sideways and the hull will be broken.

Of course, Lorraine certainly doesn't do a loss-making business.

With the same moves, higher offense and defense, the Golden Deer's eighteen-pounder cannon blasted the opponent to a thousand holes, and the upper twelve-pounder was even higher, launching a tragic sweep on the deck of the Totem.

Fortunately, Lorraine's target was not the sailor at all, but on the mast, in the sail, in the cobweb-like rigging and knotting that connected the whole ship, they were the muscles and nerves of the sail battleship, and once destroyed, even the most powerful battleship would not be able to move an inch.

This is exactly what the T-head blow brought to Lorraine.

Looking back at the recent past, Lorraine seized the T-head, and Yacharin ordered all the ship's guns to be reloaded with chain shells for the first time.

This kind of command is not common.

Because of the construction of the shells, the chain bullets are far inferior to the orthodox solid bullets in terms of flight distance and stability, and the gap is huge, and the hit rate is miserable.

But the shelling of about 140 meters opened Lorraine's eyes.

With a condescending advantage, the whirling chains swept across the Totem's deck like a flock of seabirds, and three of them hit.

Two of them only missed the mainsail, pulling two huge openings in the second side of the totem's sail, and the luckiest third one directly entangled the foremast in the totem's evasion, and by inertia, it directly twisted the important power mast as important as a single horn.

The bow sail collapsed, the sail cable was relaxed, and with this blow alone, the power of the Totem was sharply reduced by three percent, and it could no longer escape the stubborn fight of the Golden Deer.

Outcome...... It's just time.

Another round of chipping was over, and the two ships turned their own ways like knights. Lorraine flicked the handwheel lightly, looked at the smashed port railing, and gasped softly.

"Report the damage."

"Eight shots were fired on the port side, two of the gun doors were deformed, which caused the gun base to collapse, and the gun compartment is being disposed of intensively."

"What about the goal?"

"There was a hole in the gun deck, and it failed to form a martyrdom. We also clearly observed a chain bullet hitting the aftermast, which is a pity, and if it had been fired a second earlier, it might have been able to break the aftermast. ”

"There are so many ifs." Lorraine laughed indifferently, "Push the useless artillery into the sea, prepare for the fourth cut, and prepare for battle...... Or port side. ”

"Yes!"

……

Five kilometres away, the Lucky Horseshoe entangles the Andes as it did at the beginning.

Don't win, don't fight, dead skin, frowning.

Centered on the Andean as it drifts with the waves, it ranges from 200 to 600 meters.

From this result, his tactics seem to be the same as those of Lorraine.

But the Count of Jevodan and his crew, who had been in constant confrontation with Lorraine and Bell, could clearly feel that even if they were similar on the surface, there was no similarity between the two in their ships.

Lorraine's advance and retreat are obviously aggressive, every cut is because of an opportunity, and every retreat is also because the opportunity is gone.

This ensures that Lorraine's behavior can be predicted, calculated, and even deliberately sold to lure the Golden Deer to the nearest risk.

Bell's actions are incalculable.

Whether it is for self-preservation or out of character, the advance and retreat of the Lucky Horseshoe does not refer to any subjective factors of the operator, and it only obeys the wind.

The turbulence of the air mass is Bell's only guiding sign, and when the wind is chaotic, it goes in, and when the wind is calm, it goes away, without any plan and no emotion.

The crew of the Andean still remembers that in the most exciting moment of the battle between the two sides, Bell once cut straight into the stern of the Andean 120 meters with the wind, avoided three rounds of saturated artillery bombardment in a row, and did not lose its speed, snatching the T-head advantage from the hands of Revodan.

At this distance, at this level, even if the side is as short as Brig, as long as it brings out a certain inclination, the secondary guns on the upper deck have a great chance of throwing shotshots in the faces of the Andean crew.

The stern sailors had already begun to pray to God, but luckily the Horseshoe slipped away without saying a word.

It was Bell's best chance to inflict direct damage on the Earl of Gevodan, but even Bell himself could not have imagined that in that round of cuts, in addition to approaching, he could completely expand the sideboard.

The ship's gun doors had already lost all the shells before they could be deployed, and even if the opportunity was rare, there was no possibility of another shot in a short time.

This is probably an alternative stalemate.

Since then, the Count has become more and more cautious, showing his mastery of command to the fullest, and never losing the advantage of T.

The veteran's practice made Bell suffer, and Bell's talent also terrified the Count.

He had never remembered such a gifted helmsman, the wind raging between the sail and the rudder and the heavens and the earth was united by a small handwheel, and the lucky horseshoe was transformed into a spirit of the wind, and no matter how many times it changed direction, the speed of the ship never fell below 5 knots.

It's almost impossible to get a myth!

The Count's mind involuntarily became agitated, and from the moment Lorraine's trap was revealed, everyone on the battlefield knew that time was like gold!

The strategic balance between the two Brig has been broken, and the originally worthless wingman has suddenly become the protagonist, and whoever is sunk first declares that his side has lost the initiative in the battle.

Under such circumstances, the Earl of Gevodan was saddened to find that he could do nothing with Bell's nerve knife.

The dampness in the wind is getting heavier and heavier.

The Count stretched out his hand and felt the shade of a Caribbean summer.

Is the rainstorm that has been building up overnight finally coming?

Who will have the last laugh in the storm?

And the damn lucky Horseshoe has burst in again, and this time, how long will the turbulence last?

He laughed self-deprecatingly, raised his hand and clenched his command sword, and there was no trace of pleasure in his expression.

"Steady and steady, don't mess with yourself! Gentlemen, graciously give up our side and greet the guests with the most gracious artillery fire! Prepare ......"

"Monsieur Earl! Enemy ships were spotted due north! Distance: 2300, speed: 5.5, bow marking...... It's the escaped Antler destroyer! ”

"How is that possible...... So fast? ”

The commanding sword slammed to the deck, and the Earl watched in a daze as the Golden Deer's shadow became clearer and clearer, and his eyes filled with uncontrollable despair.

"Prepare for the broadside battle, musket ......"

Bang!

Thunder roars!

Bean-sized raindrops poured down from the air, without any accumulation of emotions, and turned into a torrential rain curtain in the blink of an eye.

The Earl of Revodon stood like a puppet in the sudden rain, with thunder and rain in his ears, and the frightened orders of his officers.

"Give up the muskets, line up on deck! Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! Enemy ships take overboard! ”