Irrational impact......

It is now 1778, more than two hundred years after the barbaric age of the Calais galley in the early 16th century, when the English and French were at war.

As the standard configuration of galleys, the bronze ramming angle and the matching collision tactics are also a thing of the past, and no one usually mentions it again.

In the eyes of the men of the sea, the sailboat is the most beautiful work of art in the world!

Keel, ribs, empty cabins, center of gravity......

Every square inch of the formed ship is the result of precise calculations, from the height of the mast to the draft of the water, all done by generations to be fast, flexible, stable, more conducive to shelling, more suitable for the ocean......

Who would blow up their sails and use such a work of art to make a impact?

Who would use their hollow bow to carry the heavy and stable side of their opponents?

Who can really be so unreasonable?

The answer is...... Englishman.

The Tuna slammed into the starboard side of the Reindeer at a speed of twelve knots, shattering the bow mast, breaking the dragon, cracking the hull, and bulging the deck.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the ship has completely lost its value for repair. She was dead the moment the impact occurred, and like her captain, the only thing left in the world was the tattered and crumbling shell.

The husk ran aground on the reindeer, the towering mast staggered down, and the broken sail ropes flew in all directions, wrapping the two ships tightly together.

Like an egg, hitting a stone.

The Tuna traded its life for the heavy damage of the Reindeer, and the bow of the ship smashed into the hull of the Reindeer, sinking deep into it, not to mention smashing four gun doors.

Many died in the accident, and the surviving sailors abandoned ship with screams, jumped from the side of the ship into the icy waters, and swam helplessly to the nearest English battleship.

It's like the tragic Titanic......

The act of diving into the water is tantamount to trying to survive in death, but it is better than staying on a boat at the end of its life and waiting for death.

The Reindeer was annoyed, and the remaining guns began to turn.

Willen scrambled to his feet from the deck.

His tricorne hat was gone, and the silver wig under the brim flew far away.

The tuna's blow threw him out of the way and slammed into the base of the mainmast.

With this fall, he lost far more than the prestige of the Admiral, and the rivets of the pedestal made a huge opening in the corner of his brow, and his face was full of blood, like an evil ghost.

Anger! Unstoppable!

He stood up, took the towel from the first mate, pressed the wound, and tried to calm the anger in his heart.

He wanted to sink the tuna, but reason told him that in his current situation, it might not be just the tuna that sank.

He said word by word: "The Reindeer must not be entangled in the sea, target the mast, smash her, blow her up!" ”

Orders are actions!

The twelve-pounder guns on the main deck immediately gathered together, and the surviving eighteen pounder on the gun deck struggled to find an angle of fire.

They don't have the ability to aim at the mast, but even if they can't, they have to leave their mark on the tuna's carcass with their cannon fire at an angle where they can.

The commander of the artillery commanded loudly: "Fire!" ”

Boom Boom!

The sound of execution-like shelling echoed across the sea, and eighteen and twelve-pound projectiles accurately bombarded the huge hull of the tuna, showing the tyranny in the hearts of the French people with direct hits again and again.

The mast broke, and the ship disintegrated.

Crooked gun carriages, messy barrels, and the bodies of sailors slipped out of the holes and into the sea.

Having lost the hook of the sail line, the Tuna was pushed out, freed from its entanglement with the Reindeer, drifting feebly away, swaying and sinking......

But she didn't drift far enough, she didn't sink fast enough, at least in the eyes of Viren, who had been hurt by her dignity, she didn't deserve the good end she had now.

Two minutes later, another round of artillery roared.

At least four shells hit the rocking tuna, one of which burrowed into the inner compartment through a hole in the hull, overturning a huge wooden box stacked with gunpowder and shells.

Rumble!

A violent explosion exploded in the belly of the Tuna, scattering hundreds of projectiles in all directions, destroying everything in its path and causing further detonation.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Tongues of fire erupted from the torn hull, and the Tuna cracked in the explosion and shattered into countless small pieces, the largest of which came from the stern, and almost half of the stern flew up into the sky.

What an apocalyptic sight.

A huge flying object like a small building flew high in the sky, attracting the attention of the entire battlefield.

The sound of the cannon on the sea ceased for a moment, and everyone's eyes fell with the half of the stern tower......

Rumble!

Following the trajectory of the Tuna, the Butterfly Flower suddenly appeared on the battlefield!

With the sails blowing and the waves breaking, the high bow pointed to the sky, and without hesitation, it smashed the stern tumbling in mid-air, and swooped straight towards the battered reindeer with an indomitable attitude.

For the Tuna!

The sailors gathered densely on the deck, sharpening their knives and grimacing.

The reindeer's artillery commander widened his eyes and screamed in a trembling voice: "Scatter ......"

Boom!

A dull gunshot rang out from the tip of the Butterfly Flower's mast, and at the same time, the voice of the chief of gunnery came to an abrupt end.

He flew upside down, dead and blinding, blood gushing from a large hole in his chest, and in a few moments he stained a large part of his shirt red.

For Raven. Shogener!

Little Pierce whistled, sat down on the shooting table, curled up in an iron-clad basket, and quickly bit open the paper shell to clear his load.

The reindeer's gunners scattered in panic, and a senseless panic came out of their mouths: "Chasseur! It's a hunter! ”

The hunter sounds, a hundred meters away!

No one knows if they'll be the next target of the hunters, and on the open deck, everyone is a fish on the chopping board.

Viren hurriedly entered the stern, looked at the chaotic main deck with a gloomy expression, and ordered his first mate: "Go to the gun bay quickly, and drive that barbarian away, quickly!" ”

His decision was a little late.

The eighteen-pounder gun in the gun compartment turned its head, and the Butterfly Flower was close to the final charge.

There's nothing left to stop the shipwrow.

Looking at the thick barrel of the cannon that was close at hand, Lorraine shouted: "Bullet right ahead!" Right rudder five degrees, lower the sail, ram! ”

Boom Boom!

The roaring heavy artillery rang out, and the Butterfly Flower deflected its arc in advance, avoiding the shelling and tearing the splash.

The bulging sail slackened in an instant, her speed plummeted, and the side slammed into the smooth slope of the Reindeer, following the inertia and grinding forward.

The stern of the ship swung with great force, and the two battleships pressed together like closed clamps.

Rumble!

The hull of the ship shook, and the fishing fork could not be fired from the Lorraine.

Arrows of iron with thick ropes followed the holes in the Reindeer into the inner compartment and pierced the gun deck with a thud, successfully establishing the first connection between the two ships.

"Broadside! Board the ship! Noah and I went to the gun deck, and the king of Henna went to the main deck, remember to scrap their guns! ”

Lorraine drew his twin knives with a thud and ran and jumped onto the straightened rope.

"For justice, gentlemen...... Kill! ”