Bound by the laws of mechanics, when the destroyer brushes against the destroyer in a sideways position, instead of directly inserting into a cruiser with a displacement of 4 times its own, it can only cause some scratches to the opponent at most.

You must know that in the process of transformation, in order to reduce underwater resistance and increase speed, even the big killer weapon that the big warship will smell when it sees it - the angle of attack bow - has been dismantled, so both Lieutenant General Makarov in the Kronstadt base and Colonel Kolchak, who commanded the scene on the spot, are very relieved about the ramming tactics, hoping that this collision can scare the Albians and make them obediently turn around and return to their hometown.

"But the York sank, and both you and Major Stepankov admitted in their reports that after the collision, the ship sank. ”

Makarov knocked on the report, and he still has not been able to understand this "result" of Kolchak.

"Yes, Your Excellency. ”

Kolchak continued to lift his chin, and a little bit of wonder and comical color appeared in his eyes.

After a pause and rearranging the vocabulary, Kolchak began his report again.

"Our impact was perfect—"

The Forgetfulness's position, the speed and angle of the insertion are impeccable, enough to be used as a textbook example of ramming tactics, and it should be said that there is no problem.

The problem was the York, when the forgetfulness collided, the 1,200-ton cruiser was making a sharp turn, because the captain hastily ordered the "left full rudder", the panicked helmsman knocked the steering wheel to the bottom, the whole ship tilted sharply to the left, and the port side bulwark was almost attached to the water. At this moment, there was a roar of "Ula". The Forgetfulness crashed into it.

With a dull roar, the huge cruiser stirred up a wave and capsized on the sea!

"Ula !!"

The bears jumped up and cheered, and some of the guys couldn't wait to open the vodka in their arms and blow their horns into the 1-liter bottle. The officers threw their hats into the sky and joined the revelry.

When the old Qiuba celebrated the creation of the naval history of the Principality of Zào, their captain and co-captain were stunned on the bridge, and after a few seconds, Kolchak raised his horn and yelled at the group of drunkards:

"What are you guys doing?! Get back to your posts and go back at full speed! Do you want to sink with them?"

Put down the microphone. Sweaty Kolchak muttered in a low voice:

"You have to move fast. ”

"A must. Captain. ”

The deputy captain reminded with a bitter face:

"Another boat is turning towards us. ”

"Shut up. ”

Glaring at him, Kolchak looked worriedly at the Karen, a thousand-ton cruiser smaller than the York, but still big enough to crush the Forgetfulness. I saw her striking the ship's bell. While slowly turning the bow of the boat. Aim the port side at the Forget. All the gun doors have been opened. The black barrel poked out of it.

With a ferocious shout, the Cullen erupted like a fiery dragon, 16 steel projectiles drawing parabolas. Roaring and running towards the destroyer.

"Maniac!"

Kolchak only had time to curse a sentence when 16 large and small jets of water rose around him, clamping the Forgetful Bag. The orc sailors on the ship grabbed the fixtures around them and barely got shaken out. The flushed faces turned pale, like the feeling of being locked in a bottle and thrown into the raging waves, and the cold sea water cleared their overheated heads a little, and the speed of the Forgetfulness turned much faster.

"Full rudder on the right!Full speed on both sides!!"

Kolchak left behind his original plan for saving people and communicating with each other, racking his brains to think about how to deal with the current crisis.

The enemy ships still had the upper hand, and the dense broadside guns were constantly tilting their ammunition towards them, and the Forgetself was not only unable to exert its own firepower, but even if it could seize a favorable position, no one would believe that five 16-pounder guns on one side could suppress the 16 32-pounder guns of the Karen.

The point of impact was getting closer and closer to the hull, and in order to survive and the honor of the Duchy's navy, Kolchak decided to take a risk.

"Go around to the back of the group!"

He pointed to the crowd and lifeboats struggling on the sea, and the navigator was stunned for a moment, and quickly did so, corrected by the big-eared scraper.

There is a gap in combat power, but a way can be found to make up for it, and this task is handed over to the crew of the York, which has not yet sunk.

The people of Albion are furious at the moment and want to tear the Forgetfulness to shreds at all costs, but will they be willing to open fire on their own people for this?

The crowd fluttering on the surface of the sea was illuminated by the illumination technique "ball of light", and they straddled between the two ships, the point of impact of the shells getting closer and closer to them. After a while, the rumbling of the cannon fell silent.

The vice-captain was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he heard something that almost made him nervous.

"Gunner! knock out the bridge of the enemy ship for me!"

"Alexander Vasilyevich!What are you thinking?!"

Stepankov almost wailed, and in his opinion, the priority now was to get the humans out of the water first, not to make the situation worse. Kolchak's order made him seriously doubt the captain's mental state.

"Boris Nikolayevich, see for yourself!"

The co-captain, who had almost been on the verge of a moment, raised his binoculars, and the hideous faces of the 12 Manticors on the deck of the Cullen came into view.

"Those lunatics don't intend to let us go! Cannonballs may tear their fellow citizens apart, but flying beasts won't!"

Stepankov was tempted to assume that Kolchak's idea was wrong, but the telescope clearly told him that the manticol was clad in armor and throwing spears, and that in addition to the beast knights, there were also triangular and quadrangular magic non-commissioned officers on top of them—rescue did not require such extravagant equipment.

And in the icy Arctic Sea, the Yorkers held out for more than 10 minutes at most, and when the crew of the York froze to death and drowned, the cannons would come up again.

"Fire!"

Kolchak let out a roar, and in the gunner's louder repetition, the "Forgetfulness" fired back the first round of the confrontation, and five projectiles flew over the heads of the York's crew and headed for the Cullen.

Near-loss, left-sided, near-loss, right-sided, far-loss.

None of the 5 shells hit, this is normal, due to the inherent problem of smoothbore artillery, unless the distance is pulled very close, no one will expect the first salvo to hit the target, not to mention that this is the first time that a rookie artillery will hit a target.

In order to compensate for the problem of hit rate, in less than 3 minutes, the Forgetfulness fired two volleys, trying to increase the rate of fire to create a barrage effect, but still nothing came of it. Looking at the columns of water around the Karen, far and near, Kolchak's eyes almost burst into flames.

He had a strong urge to rush to the gun deck and kick away the blind men who were operating the guns, and to take aim and fire himself. Just as the impulse was about to turn into action, a blaze erupted on the deck of the Cullen.

The captain of the ship, who had almost gone away a second ago, smiled, and the deputy wanted to hug the sailor who had hit the enemy ship, but the gunner was confused.

He knew his men, who didn't have that much skill and didn't seem so lucky, to be able to hit an enemy ship in a four-round salvo. Confused and relieved, the gunner slipped into the gun deck and stayed where he was.

The gun deck was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder and alcohol, and the joyful gunners were hugging and dancing with each other. A third of the guys carried bottles in their hands, and there were quite a few empty bottles rolling around on the deck.

The guys seem to have stolen a lot of vodka, and judging by their staggering movements, I'm afraid they're all drunk.

The gunner shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and once again confirmed that the unbelievable scene in front of him was indeed reality -- a group of drunkards who couldn't even see the target clearly had actually hit the enemy ship at the stage of finding the right head! Could vodka still be blessed with the hit rate?!

Just as the gunslinger was in the middle of a lawsuit, a drunken sergeant shook the wine bottle in his hand and said confidently with a burp:

"Give me another bottle of vodka, guys, and I'll be able to blast the hairless monkey boat underwater!"

Amid the commotion of the drunks, the sane gun strode forward and dragged the drunk back to his post, kicking the other drunkards hard in the ass.

"Get back to your posts! This damn battle isn't over yet!!"

The sailors were silent for a moment amid the roar of the deck, and then staggered to their posts. The sergeant who was being held stood up and gave an irregular military salute. A mouth, the smell of alcohol sprayed on the gunner.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"out of the hairless monkey's boat!"

He was as hysterical as his captain. (To be continued......)