Reborn As a Pirate

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Open the gun doors, gentlemen, it's time for viewing!

Immediately following Yacharin's order, Valkyrie's unique dismantled arc-shaped gun door was dismantled by the deputies, and the magnificent sea scene was unobstructed in front of the gunners.

No matter how many times you watch it, it's an irresistibly intoxicating scene.

Acharin sighed in relief.

It's decided, I must bring my drawing board on board next time, so that you can experience my countless perfect drawing skills!

Where is the applause?

Yacharin held his head up triumphantly, maintaining the most dignified and reserved gentleman's standing posture, expecting his subordinates' flattery, envy, touch, and perhaps some proper admiration.

But no, nothing.

The atmosphere in the gun bay was eerily quiet, the sound of the bow breaking waves was mixed with water vapor floating in the air, covering even human breathing.

Yacharin heard the sound of gunfire, and judging from the angle, it should be the bow gun pursued by the Vortex Escape and the far side of the Queen Anne's Revenge.

Valkyrie didn't even dodge it, and the portholes on the bow couldn't see any impact points, and the hull didn't tremble at all, obviously they all missed.

The approach continues.

The Golden Shackles had already given up on fleeing, and the sides were like hedgehogs deploying dense gun ports, but like Valkyrie, she was also waiting for a closer distance and a better opportunity.

Now is the last calm before the storm.

Acharin raised the corner of his mouth slightly: I know what you are waiting for, gentlemen, even if I don't look into your eyes, I can feel your strong thirst for knowledge.

But that shouldn't be the focus of your attention.

He gently patted the adjusted mortar, and the cold touch came from the palm of his hand, touching the soft places in people's hearts one by one.

Yacharin suddenly lost interest in acting.

You are excellent gunners drawn from the entire direct fleet. You reported to Valkyrie last August, went to Europe in October, and followed me to Africa in December.

We have been together for at least seven months. If your last position was on the Golden Deer, we may have even been together for several years.

I have good news for you. After this trip, nineteen gentlemen will end their careers as sailors. Three of them will be given opportunities to study in advanced schools, two will be transferred to the American branch, three will go to the European branch, and the rest will be sent to the European branch. Those who leave will go to Africa.

I have signed each of your transfer orders and completed your job evaluation. Except for the three trainees and the two captains, you will all become gunners like me.

For the last lesson, I want to tell you what concentration is.

God entrusts gentlemen with the responsibility to lead their subordinates and assist their superiors. Concentration is your most trustworthy treasure and weapon.

A dedicated, competent gentleman always knows what he wants.

At the ball, when we're in love with a woman, we need to focus. Focus allows us to let go of shame, let go of hesitation, let go of the ambiguity of identity and status.

Whether she is a young girl, a wife, a nun or a pregnant woman, whether she is a nobleman, a rich man, a waiter or a prostitute, nothing can stop us from launching an offensive against their beautiful flesh. As for success or failure,

That's just the smallest technical and detail matter.

On the battlefield, we also need to be focused, defiant, and only keep the opponent. Victory or defeat, life or death, everything you get or will get is determined by this starting point.

So you shouldn't pay attention to me.

Yacharin backed away slowly, giving way to the firing space, and hid in a place where it would not be easy to hit even if the mortar went off the rails. He glanced at his subordinates with encouraging eyes.

The golden shackles were already very close, no more than 100 meters by visual inspection. The opponent began to launch saturated bombardment at the Valkyrie, and the Valkyrie began to shake. The nearest impact point was only ten meters away from the bow, and the mist obscured the view.

However, the arc-shaped gun port is narrow and long, like a grinning mouth. If you want to hit such a long and narrow section with the bow that swings up and down, the golden shackles need to hone your shooting skills more. surgery.

I know. Yacharin raised his voice, I know that you only satisfied the shy and motherly lone traveler lady half an hour ago, and completely conquered her.

Your bodies and minds are exhausted, and you may no longer be as full of fighting spirit and passion as you were just now.

But gentlemen must never say no to this issue! Don't forget the responsibility God has given us. We have sworn to spread love fairly to every lady who is beautiful enough to make us fall in love!

Look out of the window, gentlemen!

Beside the window of Miss Lone Traveler is the boudoir of the Spanish lady, and she is looking forward to your visit.

She is the most enthusiastic and active girl I have ever seen in this world, leaning on the flower-filled balcony, with her nightgown half-faded and her fragrant shoulders half-exposed.

Ask yourself, can you refuse such an alluring Spanish lady?

This is your battle, please bet on the honor and dignity of a gentleman! The holy-looking Gunner Desai continued to shrink to a safe corner, Kerry, you are here to give orders.

Yes, sir!

Secondary gunner Kerry half-kneeled right behind the mortar with red eyes.

distance!

The distance of the Spanish beauty is 70, and the relative speed is 3.5 knots!

Two chain bombs, distance 60, shooting angle 74, suppression angle 2! The target is the Spanish beauty's foremast and mainmast...

Kerry suppressed his tears and roared: Beauty, come and love me!

The gunners in the bow cabin shouted in unison: Beauty, love me!

boom! boom!

...

Tremors underfoot!

Lorraine saw two huge red-hot chain bombs crossing the freeboard of the Golden Shackle that was close at hand at a nearly straight angle, and ordered in a panicked voice.

Hina! Left full rudder! The whole ship avoids collision, roll warning!

Hana had been waiting for this order for a long time, and when she heard Lorraine's shout, she turned the steering wheel to the lowest position without saying a word.

Click!

Only then did she recall the command: The left rudder is full! Turn sharply and roll!

At a position less than 40 away from the golden shackle, Valkyrie turned left abruptly.

The slender hull immediately tilted at an angle that was almost overturned, and the waves raised hit the direction of the Golden Shackle like a wall.

The bowsprits of the two ships passed by with a slight difference, and at the moment they intersected, Lorraine heard the unique and tooth-piercing sound of exclamation, screams, and something huge falling down from the opposite side.

When the inclination gradually calmed down, Lorraine couldn't wait to get up, lying on the deck and shouting anxiously: Observe the shelling effect!

Report! Edley's voice responded immediately, One hit missed and hit the bow of the ship, and one hit hit the middle, breaking the mainmast. Confirmed, the Golden Shackle is paralyzed!

Long live Gunner Desai!

The deck turned upside down cheered forgetfully.

Lorraine stood up amidst cheers, and only then did he really see the appearance of the Golden Shackle.

Her mainmast, snapped at the root by Acharin's chain-shot, was toppling to port, pulling countless rigging.

However, the attack on the foremast was missed, and the fore and aft masts were well clubbed. The mainmast fell about 20 degrees and was hung in the air by the sail cables and brigs, so that the whole ship had a serious roll.

The pirates on board were saving themselves, and Lorraine saw many pirates struggling to climb towards the mast.

But this unorganized self-help is more like a dying struggle.

The behavior of the pirates climbing up the mast caused the center of gravity of the hull to tilt more seriously to the left, and the further tilting of the hull caused more pirates to climb the mast, trying to untie the broken mainmast as soon as possible.

Lorraine suddenly heard gunshots, the sound of short guns loved by pirates, and a pirate on the mast screamed and fell into the sea, and the blood soon stunned into a residual flower.

Besides the seventeen or eight minor problems of being bullying and fearing the hard, being greedy for life and fearing death, and being indiscreet in private life, Ya Zha is really a perfect subordinate.

Lorraine clapped her hands.

Okay, gentlemen, it's still the same sentence, the war is not over yet.

Five degrees to port, turn around, two-thirds sail. The Queen Anne's Revenge is coming up, let us welcome the respected Highness Blackbeard.