Glenn observed two figures standing side by side behind the rudder, and through the scope, the fox hunter could clearly distinguish between the two figures being an adult and a child.

The kid was ordinary, holding on to the rudder and constantly correcting the angle, from any angle, he didn't look like the captain of a ship, and at this age, he had never heard of such a young captain in the North Sea, so this little guy was definitely not his target.

And the adult wears a tricorne hat and is dressed casually, but Glenn can observe very clearly, this guy frequently raises his hand next to the helm to give orders, or else he opens his mouth and shouts, as if he is cheering the sailors, these actions can show that he is the captain of the White Tulip!

Well, the goal appears!

Glenn is an excellent sniper at sea, and once he has locked on his target, he slowly traps the crosshair on the middle-aged man who doesn't look good.

The guy in the scope is completely unaware and continues his command movements, which is no wonder, the range of an ordinary musket is already the limit of 200 yards, as for whether it can hit or not, it all depends on God's mood.

But the rifled gun in Glenn's hand given by Duke Drake himself, its range has reached an astonishing 400 yards, and because of the rifling, the accuracy of the bullet shot is amazing, with Glenn's marksmanship, it is easy to kill the enemy at a distance of 220 yards, but unfortunately, the captain of the other side does not know these things, as for the opponent's shooter who can also shoot accurately and remotely, it has been silent for a long time, and it is not too late to kill the captain of the other party.

Glenn took a deep breath, the whole person was like a rock and half kneeling, the scale mark in the scope had locked on Lao Wang's temple, and he said silently in his heart: Goodbye, enemy!

"Sailor, sail the sailor, give me the wind!" The old king, who was regarded as the prey, was unaware of it, and still said to the sailors on the ship in a loud voice: "The enemy only has two ships left, and the victory must be ours!"

Takenaka, who was at the helm on the side, saw him finish roaring, and lowered his voice when he saw the stitches: "Uncle, did Hines get an enemy ship so quickly?" The little guy's attention was focused on the rudder, although he also saw the wreckage on the sea, but he didn't see the truth, so he asked Lao Wang again to verify the results.

"Can't be wrong, the Skua and Xiaohong have already turned around to participate in the encirclement, and it looks like the rest of the battle should not be difficult. The king replied, "In a short time, we..."

"Bang!"

Takenaka didn't wait for the uncle's reply, but he watched Wang Mancang in front of him finish his words, his head seemed to be slammed by a heavy hammer, and he fell crookedly to the side of his shoulder, and a bright blood spring rushed out of his right temple, like the tail flame of an engine, pushing Lao Wang's body until he fell heavily on the deck.

This is the so-called joy and sorrow, the battle situation of the invincible uncle team was originally good, but who knew that before the captain's words were finished, he was knocked down by the opponent's shooter with a shot.

"Uncle!" Takenaka threw down the rudder in his hand, and hurriedly rushed to the side of the fallen Wang, only to see that his uncle's face was like gold paper, and the blood bar was also killed by a third, even if this guy's current physical strength and toughness have been double 20, even if he was attacked by the enemy's weakness, but such a serious injury also shows the power of the enemy's gun.

Zhuzhong knelt beside Lao Wang with a plop, and shouted again: "Uncle!"

I saw that the guy who had his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and quickly winked at the little guy, and a familiar voice immediately sounded in the team channel: "Don't panic, I didn't do anything, I just lost some blood, and there was no functional damage, there is no problem at all in continuing to fight, but you have to be careful, don't be hit by this kind of bullet again, I can resist, you can't." ”

"Got it, I said Lao Wang, what are you still doing, hurry up!" Mary was concerned and confused, blaming Lao Wang.

"Auntie, don't worry, I think the uncle has some sudden plans. Takenaka thought for a while and said, "Is the uncle going to do the trick?"

"Those who know me are Takenaka. Lao Wang said: "I see that the enemy teacher is playing distance warfare, and I was worried about how to hook them up to fight with us, but now I just have the opportunity to send them to the door, let's give him a trick to death, and lure them to break through from us." ”

"Your injury," Mary asked, still uneasy.

"Don't worry, it's at home.,It's a critical hit with more powerful blood damage.,I've looked at it carefully.,There's no special damage.,Just now I took advantage of the chaos.,I stuffed the blood recovery prop.,And this injury is not caused by the selector.,It's the interactive character on the opposite side.,Don't worry about having a back hand.。 Lao Wang widened the hearts of his lover, and continued to close and pretend to be dead.

First of all, the sailors who were closer to the helm found Admiral Van der Kamp lying in a pool of blood, with blood under his head, apparently caused by the musket crashing on the head.

And several of the senior seamen who usually helped the Admiral to control the whole ship were now also gathered around the corpse, which caused the command system to completely fail, and the sailors on the deck were all conscious, but this consciousness seemed to have little effect, and on the deck of the White Tulip, fear began to spread, and a kind of helpless chaos instantly took control of the whole ship.

This is not to say that after such a long time of training, these Dutch sailors on the White Tulip are still a group of weak chickens who are afraid of blood, but because the dragons are leaderless, at this juncture, there is no spiritual leader, so that everyone can only fight separately even if they have ideas, which is very fatal for a sea ship that needs a high degree of unity and prohibition to exert its maximum combat power.

"Mess up, Captain, it's mess on the other side!" the Fox Hunter's first mate called out to Glenn, who was hiding behind a pile of barrels.

"Damn it, what are you shouting, don't you know not to expose my target?" said Glenn, smirking smirk, shrinking behind the barrel and reloading the rifled gun.

In the past, he relied on this decapitation shooting technique to make a name for himself under the Pirate Duke, and after he began to take charge of himself, the tactical style of his entire fleet also revolved around his marksmanship.

So far, this strategy of killing the opposing captain with one shot, causing a flaw and then taking advantage of the situation to cover up the kill, has been successful.

Fighting at sea is a very technical task in the first place, and if it is possible to rely on blood and courage and morale to launch a decisive charge against the enemy to save the declining momentum, then at sea, the possibility of such a situation happening is very small.

It is necessary for the captain to command and all departments to cooperate in order to carry out the battle efficiently, which is why in naval battles, after the captain is killed, the first mate must take over the command and continue to ensure that the command order is not chaotic before the battle can be continued.

"Dear first mate, since the other party is in chaos, let's go past the dead captain's white tulip, and be careful not to get too close, so as not to break the opponent's fish and take the opportunity to take the opportunity!"