Reborn As a Pirate

Lorraine soon saw Yacharin, with his arms hanging and splinted.

Judging from Daniel's handling, his injury was heavier than it looked, coupled with his pale face and wet hair on his forehead, Lorraine began to worry about whether he could take on the next important task.

What? A broken bone?

Yacharin's body trembled undetectably.

Because of time constraints, only the possibility of fractures has been ruled out for the time being...

...how did you rule it out?

Trouble...don't ask.

Lorraine saw hell through Yacharin's eyes.

But excluding the risk of fracture, it is at least a good thing from the perspective of actual combat. Lorraine straightened up and dragged Yacharin to starboard.

The Andes stands across the sea as far as the eye can see, tall, majestic, irritable, and clumsy, just like the origin of her name, the huge mountain range across North and South America.

Another round of artillery shells hit, and I saw Haina lightly turning the handwheel, and the Golden Deer flew through the wind and waves like a snake, and easily escaped from the sea area where the shells were fired.

How do you feel? Lorraine asked.

It's so easy to despair. Yacharin took a deep breath, Captain, don't you even have a chance of victory in your judgment?

At 100 meters, more than 50% of the probability will be directly hit by the 24-pound gun. Although the probability is not a simple addition... But it doesn't matter, and there is no room for correction in matters of life and death.

To put it simply, entering is dead end. Yacharin nodded in agreement.

Roughly the same.

But you still have the Lucky Horseshoe in your hand, it's really not good...

The Brig of Revodang has been pressing on the back of the Andes, just waiting for me to be the first to throw the lucky horseshoe. Lorraine opened his hands, We each have a free soldier, it seems that as long as the timing is right, we can push it At the bottom of the plate, become the queen.

But in fact, this kind of opportunity does not exist, because no matter which side the Brigs are, if they can't bear it, they will become the target of concentrated fire. They are only a deterrent, and they cannot become a weight to change the situation of the battle.

In terms of chess... the king's rook is switched? Yacharin made a second suggestion.

Switching with the Hornet? Lorraine laughed dumbly, Idle the Golden Deer in the fifth channel, try my best to contain the three Brigs at both ends, and then let our two Brigs try to challenge The twenty-four pounder on the opposite side?

Once it gets into actual combat, it really sounds like a bad idea. Yacharin spread his only movable arm, I'm just a gunner, and you are the commander. Please tell me if there are any difficult tasks that require me To be done?

How about dumbing down those annoying twenty-four pounds?

Acharin blinked in embarrassment.

Captain, although I guessed that your mission would be a bit unrealistic, but...at a distance of 500 meters, you plan to let me use an 18-pound gun to penetrate an oak board at least ten centimeters thick?

I will personally take the helm and repeatedly create a stable shooting environment of 300 meters for you. Lorraine paused, But it may be rough before it reaches stability, and you also know that if we get closer one more time, the possibility of us being shot down Just one point higher. Are you sure you can complete the mission before being sunk?

Can I have another answer? Acharin saluted with a wry smile.

...

Hang up all the hammocks! Hang them sideways and set up a cushion!

Yacharin ran back to the gun bay with his arms hanging, and started yelling inexplicably as soon as he entered the cabin.

The more hammocks, the better! They should all be tied firmly! Also... get someone out to check the gun cables on the port side, and strengthen them if necessary, and don't let them become a burden!

Insufficient manpower? If you are short of manpower, go to the 12-pound pump on the upper deck! What can those small guns do in front of the fourth-tier ship! Give priority to the 18-pound demand!

Personal immobilization! If you don't want to be crushed to death by the artillery you operate, everyone prepares at least two cables for yourself! This is an order, an order!

The more irritable voice, the more ferocious expression, the gunners have never seen Yacharin showing such a side,

I was shocked for a moment, only knowing to carry out the order hastily.

The old people on the Butterfly were the most clearly aware of the desperate signal, they quickly completed the task at hand, and gathered around Yacharin at the same time.

Gunner, is the captain ready to break in?

There is no chance to break in yet. Yacharin gritted his teeth, tied his useless left arm tightly to his chest, and tied three knots with one hand, We need to create opportunities!

The old people cheered up all of a sudden: What are we going to do?

The No. 5 and No. 6 gun positions are under my personal command, and all the most capable manpower will be drawn, and the other gun positions will be coordinated to cover...

Before he finished speaking, an order came from the upper deck: The captain's order! Cut into battle in ten minutes, and all crew members reconfirm the status of the cables! Repeat, and confirm the status of the cables again!

The old people looked at each other in dismay for a while, and Yacharin tightened the noose around his waist with a hiss.

Well... that's it. The captain is much wilder than we imagined. This time, he failed to win the beauty's heart despite his courtship. He is angry.

Sheng... angry?

That's right, he is about to enter the manor, and the Overlord is about to attack...

On the stern deck, Lorraine took the handwheel from Henna.

The pulped wood feels smooth to the touch, similar to waxed floors or tabletops, but with a softer illusion than that.

But an illusion is just an illusion.

The handwheel carved from dense tree heartwood is harder than most of the wooden parts on the ship. Even with the strength of Lorraine, it is impossible to leave any traces with bare hands. The so-called softness does not show any sign at all.

So did the Andes.

Obviously common sense and experience are telling Lorraine unmistakably that most of the old fourth-tier modified ships are just compromised products of insufficient military expenditure.

This bloated, slow, and fragile ship type has countless flaws and weaknesses. Basically, except for its superior firepower, other parameters are not worth mentioning in front of fifth-tier ships.

In this case, in the single-ship confrontation between the Golden Deer and the Andes, the Golden Deer should have the upper hand, and Lorraine should be like an experienced bullfighter, playing with the mad bull named Gervaudang with ease, Until he is exhausted, then kill him with a spear and a rapier!

But... the one who is more tired now is the Golden Deer, and the one who is being teased and running around is also the Golden Deer...

Struggling out of the illusion, Lorraine realized that the Mad Cow was standing at attention and waving a red cloth at him. Behind the red cloth, a cold light loomed.

Once the roles change, the power gap is really frightening... Lorraine chuckled, raised his head and met Hana's eyes, Hina, be my eyes.

Um.

It may be a little bumpy for a while...but it won't capsize.

I believe you. Hana replied seriously.

Lorraine let out a long sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, his eyes became more and more determined.

It's great to have your trust...