"Get down!!"

Grosso was a seasoned sailor, and the moment he heard the roar of the cannons, he reflexively grabbed Lawrence by the collar and threw himself on the deck.

In the next moment after the two pounced, dozens of solid lead bullets smashed into the hull of the White Rose like a torrential rain.

In an instant, the deck was filled with smoke, sawdust and pieces of iron flying everywhere. Some of the sailors who were affected suddenly let out a heart-stopping cry.

"Fuck! That ship definitely had seventy guns! Even if two White Roses are on the same page, it won't be enough for it to fight! ”

Grosso coughed and cursed in pain, then glanced at Lawrence, who was lying on the deck in shock, and reached out to help him up.

After this round of shelling, although the damage of the White Rose was not serious, the speed of travel was obviously affected, and the distance between the Genoese warship and the White Rose was constantly shrinking.

"Hey, there's something wrong!" When the distance between the two ships was shortened to a certain extent, Grosso couldn't help but show an uneasy look.

"What's going on again?" Lawrence sat under the side of the ship, still gasping for breath, and asked urgently.

For a modern man like him, let alone experiencing the shelling, he has never even touched a weapon like a bow and crossbow.

Grosso poked his head out from under the cover of the ship's side, measured the distance, gritted his teeth, and said:

"It's almost within range of the chain gun, we're going to fucking confess here!"

"Chain cannons? What is that? ”

"It's just that the cannonball that comes out is a chain thing, and if that thing hits the canvas, what a fucking hole it can open! If you're unlucky enough to hit the mast, damn it, a thick mast can break it for you. ”

Grosso said as he gestured with his hand to an exaggerated circle.

And just as Grosso finished speaking, there was another roar from the Genoese warship.

Lawrence was much more skilled this time, and hurriedly squatted under the cover of the side of the ship with his head in his hands.

Sure enough, as Grosso expected, Genoa hit a chain bullet this time.

This kind of shell, which links two projectiles together with chains, is simply effective in restricting the movement of enemy ships.

Chain projectiles scattered up and down the White Rose, causing another puff of smoke, but much smaller than in the previous round of shelling.

With a huge stabbing sound, several chain bullets flew over the hull and smashed into the huge mainsail with precision.

The sturdy canvas was as fragile as a blank sheet of paper in front of these high-speed flying chain bombs, completely torn apart in the blink of an eye.

The White Rose, which had lost the power of its sails, suddenly resembled a swimmer cramping in the water, and could only let its speed gradually slow down.

Although the White Rose continued to use its stern guns to counterattack, these small-caliber stern guns were only a drop in the bucket on the sturdy Genoese warship, and could not even hinder the pursuit.

Seeing the huge sails overhead turn into strips of rotten cloth in an instant, both Grosso and Lawrence were silent.

The Genoese warship was getting closer and closer to the White Rose, and Lawrence could see the soldiers waiting on the opposing ship even with the naked eye.

"Boy, have you ever encountered a broadside battle?" Grosso spoke suddenly, but his voice was a little hoarse.

Lawrence shook his head in silence, he hadn't even been on a ship in his previous life.

"That's hell on earth." Grosso closed his eyes, as if to close his eyes, and recalled:

"There were screams everywhere, there was the smoke of muskets everywhere, the deck was all fucking human blood, brains, and intestines, and... I don't recognize the organ either. You know, this plank right under your ass, I don't know how many fucking ounces of blood we've had. ”

Lawrence looked down at where he was sitting, refraining from imagining what it would look like covered in blood.

The Genoese warship was still approaching, and Lawrence could already faintly hear the shouts of the soldiers on the opposing ship in unison and the unbearable brutal insults.

For sailors who have been adrift at sea all year round, this is a rare time for them to vent freely.

The two ships were already only a few dozen meters apart, and the Genoese began to throw the hook locks at the White Rose, thus pulling the two ships further apart until they collided together.

The captain of the White Rose ordered all the sailors on the lower deck to come to the upper deck, and Lawrence even saw several people dressed as passengers also come to the upper deck, looking extremely alarmed.

"Boy, here's for you."

Grosso said, removing the short knife from his waist and throwing it to Lawrence.

Lawrence took the short knife and looked at it a little, it was a classic sailor's broad-bladed short knife in the movie.

The handle is a little loose, but it doesn't get in the way. There are many gaps in the blade, apparently from frequent collisions with other blades, but the blade is still very sharp.

"We, the passengers, are going to fight too?" Lawrence gripped the dagger tightly, slightly relieved, but still nervously asked.

"Hey, boy." Gross pursed his lips and said disdainfully:

"Do you think the Genoese will give you another ride after they shoot us smugglers? Sending you to Corsica safely? Think beautifully! You'll be sent as slaves to Cuba or La Plata, or Louisiana, or the land of the Americas! ”

The White Rose's side was already crawling with hooks, and the distance between the two sides was less than thirty meters.

The front row of the opposing side was pulling the ropes in unison, keeping the two ships completely together, while the soldiers in the back continued to suppress the fire with smoothbore flintlock pistols to prevent the sailors on the White Rose from cutting the ropes.

Grosso threw the dagger at Lawrence and turned to his post, and passengers like Lawrence were given a dagger to their own devices.

The captain of the White Rose did not expect any help from the passengers who were unsteady on the ship.

Bang! Bang!

Smoke from shots filled both ships, and sawdust could be seen everywhere as bullets hit the hulls. This kind of shooting will continue for a while until the two sides start a real white-knuckle battle.

Lawrence was still seated under the cover of the ship's side, and the bullets whizzing overhead and the incessant gunfire really made him dare not act rashly.

It was only at the stage of the shooting that Lawrence had already experienced the purgatory on earth that Grosso had just mentioned.

The sailors of the White Rose and the soldiers of Genoa, the cries and wails of both sides mingled.

Before Lawrence's eyes, every few seconds a sailor would fall with a pistol, screaming helplessly in a pool of blood.

And Lawrence knew that an even more brutal battle was yet to come.

Eventually, the smoke of gunpowder had dissipated, and the ships were almost together, and the Genoese had taken out a few long, thick planks of oak from the deck and laid them in the middle as a bridge.

The sound of gunfire had all but disappeared, replaced by the loudest battle cries of the fighters of both ships.

Lawrence swallowed, his heart pounding, and stood up from cover with the dagger in his hand. In white-knuckle combat on the open deck, there is no longer any possibility of hiding. Only by fighting can there be a chance to win a chance to survive.

A Genoese soldier who was charging ahead was the first to see Lawrence, and with a smirk, he rushed with a knife, and he recognized at a glance that Lawrence was not a sailor.

If you can't adapt to the bumpy environment of the sea, even if 10,000 enemies arrive on the ship, you can't beat a lame sailor.

The Genoese soldier swung his short knife and slashed diagonally down from the upper right corner, and the blade even slashed through the air with a sound of wind.

Lawrence's attention was infinitely concentrated, his adrenaline level increased sharply, and he quickly raised his hand to block the slash.

The two blades slammed into each other with a crisp clang, and even a faint flash of sparks.

The Genoese soldiers were not surprised to see this, but continued to exert force in their hands, suppressing Lawrence from top to bottom.

Here Lawrence was desperately gritting his teeth to resist the opponent's downward pressure, but the opponent suddenly unloaded, and then his left hand clenched into a fist and went straight to Lawrence's abdomen.

Lawrence's attention and strength were all on the blade, and he was completely unexpectedly surprised by this sudden change of move, and was unsuspectingly sent half a meter away by a punch.

"Hmph, you're worthy of a knife like this?" The Genoese soldier looked at Lawrence on the ground playfully and sarcastically, and at the same time stepped forward and kicked Lawrence's short knife away.

Lawrence, unarmed, sat on the ground, he had never felt the feeling of death so near.

"Go to God and repent!"

The soldier pointed the tip of his knife at Lawrence's heart and said with a blank face.

The shiny tip of the knife seemed to be soaked in fresh blood in the next second.