The Hell God was littered with lying human bodies and broken wood chips, and the blood flowing from the deck painted the battleship with a blood-colored tragedy, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunsmoke. Most of the English sailors on the Hell God had already retreated into the cabin, and only a small number of sailors clenched their knives and guns in their hands to block the entrance to the cabin.

The Vikings, who were the men in charge of the broken and the bravest and most loyal warriors on the ship, were the brave and loyal sailors who held off the Vikings. Even in these final moments, they remained confident that their sacrifice would bring the Hell God to victory.

"Kill!" Finally the Vikings and Englishmen on deck, swords and guns held alof, collided like two crashing waves, the sound of metal clashing and the roar of muskets echoed into the distance in the night.

On the pitch-black sea, in an unknown corner, a small head quietly poked out of the water, and its big turquoise eyes stared at the two entangled warships, and then the little head sank underwater, and a circle of ripples rippled on the sea.

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"Lord Blakeney, they're pumping cannons!"

The Vestelos' gun deck is now empty, most of the guns have been moved to the cliffs, and only a few old Francs remain here. Young Blakeney and a few frail sailors were left behind on the gun deck of the Vestelos.

At this time, a relatively large gunner saw the movement on the opposite gun deck through the gun door on the battleship. The gunners on the Hell God were trying to push several guns up to the entrance hatch on the upper deck into the lower compartments.

"Load solid shells, lower the muzzle, lower it, lower it again!" Blakeney yelled at the sailors.

The sailors who stayed behind struggled to push out an old Franc machine, which the Vestelos did not have in the first place, because several new cannons on the gun deck were damaged in the last battle with the armed merchant ship, so they had to temporarily replace several powerful Franc machines on the armed merchant ship.

These rear-loading smoothbore Franc machines are extremely powerful, but the firing range is very short, the accuracy is not enough, and they are only suitable for short-range artillery combat. They had the same shortcomings as the old guns, they were very bulky, three times the weight of the other new cannons of the Vistellos, and the firing angle was difficult to adjust, so they were not carried up the cliff by Charlie.

"Lord Blakeney, it's too close, this old cannon can't lower the angle of fire anymore!"

The Franc machine was pushed out of the gun door by a few sailors who stayed behind, but the muzzle was so upturned that the gunners shook the joystick that adjusted the firing angle of the gun to the bottom, but the muzzle angle was still a little upturned, and there was no way to aim at the gun deck opposite.

Blakeney hurriedly glanced at the other side, and his pupils suddenly shrank. The sailors over there had adjusted their guns and were reloading their shotguns, aiming at the entrance to the cabin that was about to be breached by the sailors of the Vestelos.

The young boy gritted his teeth, flew into the chamber of the Franc machine, used his weight to lower the muzzle of the gun again, turned his head and shouted angrily to several gunners: "Fire!" ”

"Your Excellency! You're going to get hurt! Several sailors were shocked, and after firing, the high temperature of the gun chamber was not to mention for the time being, and the recoil alone could shock Blakeney.

"Fire!" Blakeney glared angrily, his cute little face flushed, and scolded fiercely.

"Boom!" The Franc finally let out his own roar, and a large hole exploded in the hull of the Hell God's side, and the cannon that was aiming at the entrance to the cabin was overturned by the incoming solid shells, and the entire gun carriage was scattered on the gun deck. The English sailors around the artillery were knocked down one after another by the fragments of the blasted artillery, and the ** sound was loud.

The Franc cannon ** burst out a few feet of flames, shook violently, and slid out of the gun door backwards, and the small body lying on the barrel of the cannon was directly shaken away, and landed on an empty wooden box in the corner of the cabin, crushing the wooden box into a pile of wood fragments.

"Clean the chamber and reload!" Blakeney fell to his knees on one knee and climbed up against the bulkhead, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the navy uniform on his chest was charred black and green smoke was rising.

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"Rush in!" The English sailors who had been in charge of the hatch were finally killed, and the Viking sailors rushed down the cabin with a scream.

"Bang! Bang! Bang......" A volley of gunfire rang out from the artillery deck on the second floor, and the sailors who rushed into the cabin first fell down clutching their chests. The English sailors threw their muskets and drew their scimitars to pounce on the enemy, and the two sides once again began to fight for this deck.

The artillery deck was very wide and flat, and there was no barrier on the deck, and the outnumbered English sailors reluctantly continued to retreat to the third deck, leaving only a few broken personnel to block the entrance hatch again.

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"Boom!" With a few cannon shots, the hull of the Vistelos exploded several large holes, and the sailors on the gun deck turned into rolling hoists, and a piece of wood scraped Blakeney's cheek, adding a bloody muscular wound to the cute little face, which was the counterattack of the third gun deck of the Hell God.

Blakeney was oblivious to the wound on his face, and watched intently at the movement on the third gun deck opposite, noticing that the gunners on there were still trying to place their guns in the entrance hatch. The boy immediately continued to lie on the barrel of the gun, and shouted at the gunners, who were already few, "Keep firing!" ”

The Hell God has a total of two layers of guns, and the third deck is also a gun deck, because it is under the second gun deck, so the Franc plane's firing angle needs to be lower, and Blakeney has to lie down near the Franc's hot gun muzzle in order to press the firing angle lower.

"Boom!" With the roar of the Franc, Blakeney was shocked again, and this was the fourth time he had been shocked by the huge recoil of the Franc.

"Ahem, clean up...... Breech, heavy ...... NEW LOADOUT! Blakeney opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood, and an inexplicable froth of flesh appeared in the blood splattered on the deck. The boy trembled and got up again, an abnormal flush on his face, and a trace of hot green smoke came out of his mouth as he gasped violently.

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The English sailors on the second artillery deck were once again emptied, but the Viking sailors who rushed to the front hesitated for a moment, and did not rush into the third artillery deck again, and the volley of guns just now still made them feel uneasy.

"Humph!" Bloodstained, Hedram stepped forward, picked up a fragment of a wooden box on the ground, stood in front of him, and was the first to step into the entrance hatch of the third artillery deck. Behind him, Gerhardt and Xu Mo looked at each other and smiled, wiped the blood on their faces, and also leaned over to pick up a wooden plank, and stepped into the hatch after him.

"Hooray!" The Viking sailors erupted in cheers, the fatigue of the continuous battle was swept away, and their morale rose again, and their three commanders rushed into the third artillery deck.

After entering the third deck, everyone was stunned, because this artillery deck was already empty, and it seemed that the English, knowing that the wide artillery deck could not stop their fierce assault, withdrew into the sailor's cabin below.

The sailor's cabin differs from the artillery deck in that it has numerous partitions that divide this level into numerous living compartments, storage rooms, cargo holds, and ammunition depots.

Clifford's England sailors will fight the Viking sailors led by Hedram here, and the North Sea Lions and North Sea Eagles will face off to the death.