(0162) When the fierce battle on the shore was in full swing, the warship led by Yang Guohua quietly joined the battlefield.

They arrived silently, as if they were real pirates.

The two pork belly boats of the Tartars immediately became alert and hurriedly adjusted their direction.

"Quack!"

The sailors of the Tartars kept roaring loudly.

The arrival of the pirate ship at this time, you can think of it with your heels, absolutely nothing good.

Yang Guohua and the others turned a deaf ear and continued to direct the pirate ship to approach.

Zhong Wuying and the others, holding the tiger and the horse, stood on the side of the ship, closely observing the movements of the tartars. Their eyes fell on the mast of the pork belly ship. As soon as the Tartar sailors are spotted, they are free to shoot.

The Tartar's pork belly ship sensed something bad and began to turn, trying to use its own bow to aim at the pirate ship. They thought that the pirate ship had cannons on it, and hoped that through such maneuvers, they would avoid the fire of the pirate ship. The pork belly ship was too large and inflexible in turning, and if it was attacked by artillery fire, the consequences would be very serious.

However, a little later, the Tartar sailors found out that the pirate ship that had arrived secretly did not have artillery on board. It was quite comforting to them. Giving way to the shots of the Tartar archers on board, the pork belly ship began to turn again, using its own side to face the pirate ship.

As the distance shortened, Zhong Wuying and the others could vaguely see the figure of the Tartar sailor. However, the distance is still a bit far, almost seventy or eighty zhang. In the dark, visibility was low, and the hit rate of the shot was not high. In order not to waste too much ammunition, they did not shoot.

In order to make the pork belly ship turn more quickly, the Tartar sailors kept climbing up and down the mast, tossing back and forth. The sailors on the pirate ship on Yang Guohua's side are also busy. Even though each sailor wore only a thin short coat, he was still tired and sweaty, and the sound of puffing and puffing could be heard clearly.

For any sailing ship, the sailor is indispensable. In fact, the sailor is even more important than the helmsman. Especially in battle, the agility of the sail almost determines whether it can effectively occupy the upper hand.

Soon, the distance between the pirate ship and the pork belly ship was only less than sixty zhang. Such a distance, in the eyes of the sea, is still relatively far. However, for the Tiger Ben, it is already a relatively ideal shooting distance.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot the enemy's sailman!"

Yang Guohua quickly ordered.

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhong Wuying and others pulled the trigger one after another.

In an instant, the gunfire continued and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air.

A rain of bullets shot towards the sailman of the pork belly boat.

The range of the Tiger Ben Gun is indeed very far, and the distance of 60 zhang is completely within the range. I saw Mini's bullet flying in the air, and near the mast of the Tartar, it seemed to be a hailstorm. In the darkness, there was no hole in the sail that had been pierced, but one could faintly hear the muffled grunt and screams of the sailman being struck. Immediately, the sails of the pork belly boat became somewhat unnaturally turbulent.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a sailor let out a terrible scream and fell off the beam at the top of the mast. The beam is beyond the deck of the pork belly ship itself, and is completely suspended from the sea. The sailman fell from above, and naturally fell directly into the sea.

"Poof!"

Sure enough, there was a loud bang, and the water splashed.

The splash was as if he had been hit by a cannonball.

The other Tartar sailors were taken aback and could not help but feel the threat of death. It's not a good thing that someone of them gets hit at such a distance. Especially those sailors. They were on top of the mast, but they were veritable live targets, and there was no room to dodge at all. In the face of enemy attacks, they are even more sheep than sheep.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunfire on the pirate ship continued.

Clusters of firelight continued to burst out, making every Tartar sailor feel fearful. A chill rose from under their hearts and permeated their bodies.

These Tartar sailors, again, were not pure Tartars, they were either Han Chinese or Koreans. In the face of a sudden attack, their psychological endurance is not as strong as that of a real Tartar.

"Ahh

"Bang!"

Suddenly, another sailor screamed and fell from the mast.

Unfortunately, instead of falling into the water, he fell directly onto the deck. The terrible scream stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly pinched his throat. However, everyone shuddered at the sound of this scream. Anyone can imagine what kind of fate it was to fall from the top of a mast that was nearly ten feet high.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The horror caused by the screams had not yet passed, and two muffled snorts came.

Judging from the sound, it was clear that another sailman had fallen heavily on the deck. As for what it looked like to be thrown, no one knows. However, with the height of the mast and the posture of falling, it must be impossible to live. Of course, even if he barely survived, he must have hoped that he would still be dead. After being hit by Minnie's bullet, he fell from such a high place, obviously worse than dead.

The surviving Tartar sailmen, not daring to stay on the mast any longer, hurriedly climbed down.

Just kidding, if you keep staying on it, you will definitely be crushed.

No one was making sails, and the Tartar warships suddenly became ineffective. Under the blowing of the wind, the pork belly boat even swayed and tilted. Fortunately, the helmsman of the pork belly boat still has some ability. However, the cleverness of the helmsman does not save a sailboat without a sailman, especially in the case of a battle, which is tantamount to suicide.

All the power of the sail warship depends on the wind. If there is no wind, the warship cannot move. However, with the wind alone and without a suitable sail angle, the warship could not move either. Well, the wind could even tip the ship over. The current wind is not very strong, and it will not overturn the battlefield of the Tartar for the time being, but the direction of the sail is wrong, so it naturally cannot absorb the wind, and the maneuverability of the pork belly boat naturally does not exist.

There was a constant loud roar of the Tartars below, but there was nothing to be done.

The enemy shoots specifically at the mast, which of them dares to go up?

Zhou Zhengyu's suggestion really took effect.

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhong Wuying and the others continued to shoot.

This time, they fired at the deck of an enemy ship.

They did not take the approach of salvo fire, but each of them fired sporadically. As soon as you notice a Tartar, pull the trigger immediately. In order to achieve the best shooting effect, Yang Guohua commanded the pirate ship to shorten the distance between the two sides.

In the end, the distance between the two ships was only about 40 zhang. At such a distance, the surname of the tiger can just be maximized. However, the Tartars' bows and arrows, unable to pose a threat to the warriors of the convoy at this distance. In other words, I am the only one who can beat you, and you can't hit me.

"Whoosh!"

The archers of the Tartars also began to fight back.

However, manpower is the power of gunpowder after all, and it cannot be compared. Their arrows, after crossing the sea surface of forty zhang, no longer have much lethality, let alone accuracy. In fact, the fierce Tartar archers had already rushed ashore to share the spoils. At this time, those who remained on the ship were some relatively weak, and it could even be said that they were the old, weak, sick and disabled among the tartars.

Moreover, the action of archery is still relatively large. When you shoot an arrow, you must straighten your back. It is impossible to shoot the arrow with all its might by bending down. This action of the archer made him a very easy target for shooting. In fact, as soon as the Tartar appeared, it was immediately targeted by several Tiger Guns, which caused an overwhelming rain of bullets. Under the shooting of several tiger guns, it is indeed not easy to survive.

Just at the bow of the ship, a tartar stood up and quickly bent his bow and arrow.

"Bang!"

Liu Jixiang took the lead and calmly pulled the trigger.

Yang Weiguo and the others were a little slower, but they also pulled the trigger.

"Poof!"

It is not known who hit the target. A cloud of blood erupted near the Tartar's chest and fell backwards. However, the arrow in his hand still shot out. The arrow arced in mid-air, and then plunged straight into the sea, splashing a handful of waves.

After shooting a Tartar, Liu Jixiang quickly reloaded and continued to search for a second Tartar. However, the presence of the Tartar is not visible. Under the dense fire of the Tiger Gun, the Tartars on the enemy ship all took refuge with each other. After all, the Tartars already felt that they were no match for the enemy at all with such a long-range shot.

Between the two boats, there is a deep sea, and no matter how brave they are, they can't grab Liu Jixiang in front of them. From time to time, the roar of enemy ships can be heard. It seems that for such a passive situation, the Tartars are also very unwilling. Indeed, they are quite unwilling. If it was on land, they would have rushed up without fear of death. It's just that it's on the sea. The water surname of the Tartars is much worse than their kung fu on land.

It was the first time for Dugu Hunt to participate in such a battle.

Everything in front of him was new to this once excellent hunter. In less than half a month, Dugu Hunt has fully accepted the Tiger Ben Gun as his weapon. The reason is very simple, the range and power of the Tiger Gun greatly surpass the best bows and arrows.

"Bang!"

Dugu Hunt suddenly raised his gun and shot.

He finally grabbed a tartar.

The talent of an excellent hunter makes Dugu Hunt comprehend very quickly when he masters the essentials of shooting. His only weakness is his reload speed. After all, the speed of reloading is something that needs to be improved with repeated practice. Half a month, there is not much effect.

However, when it comes to killing with one shot, Dugu Hunt is not inferior to anyone.

A gunshot rang out, and the tartar inside the crosshair immediately fell.

"Not bad!"

Ma Yi patted Dugu Hunt's shoulder to express encouragement.

Dugu Hunt does have the talent of a sniper, as long as it is timed, he will become the brightest star in the sniper detachment. Even, Ma Yi felt that his talent was not as good as the other party.

Encouraged by Dugu Hunt, he quickly aimed at another Tartar.

The tartar was clever enough to put his helmet up and shrink himself behind the obstacle. From a distance, it looks like a Tartar is hiding somewhere, but it accidentally pops out of its head.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ma Yi, Zhong Wuying, Yang Weiguo, Liu Jixiang and others shot one after another.

Only Dugu Hunt did not shoot. No matter how cunning a fox is, he can't fight a shrewd hunter. Dugu Hunt has a magical sixth sense, and can perceive that it is nothing more than an empty helmet. A real tartar, not at all under the helmet.

Sure enough, after the gunshots rang out, the Tartar stood up from the side and bent his bow and arrows. He was very happy with his little tricks. Because, the enemy's firearms, all beckoned to his helmet. At this moment, the enemy's firearms must not have time to reload.

This is the opportunity!

That's right, this is the opportunity!

Dugu Hunt decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Monotonous gunshots rang out.

The Tartar's bowstring was only halfway pulled when it fell on its back.

"Second ......"

Dugu Hunt is silently calculating his own record.

"Third ......"

"Fourth ......"

Soon, Dugu Hunt had four prey in the account.

It was the first time I participated in actual combat, and it was very good to have such results.

Ma Yi and the others all gave a thumbs up and expressed their admiration for Dugu Hunting.

"Another pork belly boat is coming."

Suddenly, someone shouted.

Zhong Wuying and the others took a closer look, and it turned out that it was another pork belly ship that had killed it.

This pork belly boat is full of style, and the speed is quite fast. The wide bow of the ship broke through the white waves on the surface of the sea and rushed straight towards the pirate ship. At this time, it happened to be a northeast wind, and the pork belly boat seized the upper hand, and the situation was very favorable for it.

"Fire!"

"Defeat the sailors of the enemy ships!"

Zhou Zhengyu shouted quickly.

Although he had just joined the sailor detachment and had never been in contact with naval warfare before, with his own efforts and the surname Wu, Zhou Zhengyu had already formed and mastered some basic knowledge of naval warfare. In such a situation, how to face it, Zhou Zhengyu is quite clear. Focusing on attacking the enemy's sailman, that is his suggestion.

In the face of the ramming of enemy ships, avoiding is of course the best option. However, while avoiding it, you also have to take out the enemy's sailman. As long as the enemy's sailors are destroyed, in such a wind, the enemy ship will not even have a chance to turn. If you don't make a high-speed turn, you will fall over on the sea. There are so many such examples.

"Bang bang bang!"

Yang Weiguo and others hurriedly opened fire.

Minute by mini, flying towards the mast of the enemy ship.

As the ships of the two sides got closer and closer, the firepower of the Tiger Ben Gun became more and more dense.

Of course, Yang Weiguo and the others understood the important surname of the sailor of the enemy ship, so everyone gave full play to their shooting speed. Liu Jixiang's movements were the most flexible, and in a very short period of time, he fired more than a dozen rounds of Mini rounds. Thanks to God, the tiger in his hand did not have any malfunction.

(To be continued)