Reborn As a Pirate

The stern was bombed! Adria's shout resounded on the deck of the Lady, Distance 45, evade!

Ray, keep snaking and evading! Martyril, aim at the mast of the Mystral and force her to slow down! Pierce grabbed the guardrail tightly, Turner! Haven't you adjusted the foremast sail yet? Put the sail up immediately, We need to fight back!

Admiral! Too close to...

Straight hit!

boom!

With a roar, Mystra's 32-pound bow gun exploded on the left side of the lady's poop, and the drill referee immediately stepped forward and announced that the upper left stern gun was disabled, and the two cabins of the poop were severely damaged.

This is already the third shot the lady has suffered in ten minutes. The farthest distance was 70 meters, and the shortest distance was 30 meters. The bow gun of the Mistra fired seven rounds in a row during the pursuit, and three of them hit. It was the first direct hit just now.

Lei tried his best and still couldn't get rid of his opponent. If this continues, the defeat of the Lady is almost a certainty.

Mathilia ran to Pierce dragging his hands that were stained black by paint, Pierce's heart tightened when he saw it.

Matyril, your hand...

I happened to be in the gun bay that was destroyed just now... Matilier reported coldly, the gunner blocked the deadly paint for me, and it was judged to be a broken arm.

Pierce let out a long sigh of relief, lowered his head, and suddenly saw a few drops of bright red blood mixed with paint dripping down Martyril's feet.

Hey, it seems that you were not only splashed with paint, is it broken...

Not fragments.

Martyril turned over his arm, revealing a long new wound on the inner side of the forearm, which happened to be in a rare place that was not splashed with paint. It was red and white, intertwined with flesh and flesh, and looked strangely dazzling.

The referee said my arm should have been blown off in its entirety and asked me to remain unconscious for half an hour. I told him I could take it, but he didn't believe me, so I shot myself in front of him. It made him believe that I could stay sane.

Uh... are you sure he wasn't frightened by you?

As long as the result is the same, it doesn't matter what he thinks.

Pierce was convinced...

Well, you didn't obediently ran to bandage the wound, what did you think of?

The problem with the stern gun. Matilier said bluntly, The 12-pound caliber of the upper deck is insufficient, and the 18-pound firing angle of the lower deck is insufficient. The Mistral has arranged a large number of gun shields on the bow, and the commander is on the forecastle deck Command the pursuit. They also separated the foremast rigging ahead of time, not afraid that we will interrupt the bow mast.

I'm going to push two twenty-four-pound doors to the upper deck, and use the height there to throw the shells to Mystra's foremast. Even if I can't hit the foremast, I can bypass the guns and try to kill their pursuit commanders. official.

Push it to the upper deck? Pierce looked at the narrow and winding aisle of the forecastle, How to push it?

The Zodiac sling can be used, but the boom needs to be pushed out. That is, the schooner has to be temporarily sacrificed.

I refuse. Pierce replied without thinking. In the current situation, Ray is already trying to avoid Mystra's shelling. If we give up the schooner support, we will definitely not be able to avoid their shelling.

Pierce took a deep breath: Don't forget, if you exchange the lady and Mystra for one, they are equal to winning.

But we will lose even worse if this continues. Matilier frowned, The drill judgment is too unfavorable for us, it will take at least 15 minutes for Turner to rearrange the foremast sail, and their bombardment will only increase. allow.

Pierce thought for a while.

You just interfere with the shooting and adjust the target from the foremast to the bow gun compartment. He said, You said before that they placed the pursuit commander on the forecastle deck, right? That person, I'll take care of it!

...

The ship shook violently.

Although the ladder on the mast is an orthodox hard ladder, it feels solid and reliable to step on, but the hull has always maintained a semi-limited snaking evasion, leaning from left to right, and then back to left.

Pierce's stamina and strength are only at the level of ordinary humans. Climbing the mast under such conditions feels like slipping in a storm.

so exciting...

Pierce was on the ladder, carrying two marine commuters on his back, holding the ladder bars tightly with both hands, and his feet dangling from side to side like flags.

There were only three ladders away from him, and Sanmei Xiao, who was following closely at his feet, looked terrified.

In fact, Sanmei Xiao carried much more stuff than Pierce, three marine commuters, a spare Charleville with a longer range, the special and fragile exercise musket shells in her arms, and a three-meter-long stabilization belt hanging on her waist between.

The total weight of these things is more than 20 kilograms. Xiao Sanmei climbed the ladder with her back on her body, not only had the spare energy, but she even had one hand to cover her mouth, so as to prevent her exclamation from disturbing Pierce's attention while doing it. Ready, you can reach out for emergency at any time.

Trembling, like walking on thin ice, Pierce on the mizzen, which usually takes less than a minute to reach the summit, climbed for a full five minutes. Maybe the chief mate's room in the deep part of the poop has been checked off the reservation list.

Pierce finally climbed onto the observation deck, gasped for a few breaths in the basket, immediately took off his gun, and made way for the gap on the stage.

A slender hand rested on the edge of the stage entrance, Xiao Sanmei did not look for the handle of the basket arm at all, and only pushed herself into the stage with one push.

Third sister, reload! Pierce yelled, tearing off the tail end of the paper shell, and pouring the propellant into the firing chamber.

He only managed this step, because the front end of the paper case bullet was sealed with a mixture of lead pellets and gunpowder, which had to be replaced by hand charging, filled with non-lethal practice ammunition.

After loading the propellant, Pierce handed the gun to Sanmei Xiao.

Distance from 70 to 100 meters, two spoons of fire, three bullets.

Um.

The two lowered their heads and got busy. In three minutes, five marine commuters and one Charleville were loaded, and they were carefully compacted with cleaning rods.

Pierce stood up and raised his gun to look for his target. Third Sister Xiao knelt at his feet, fixed the stability rope to his waist and chest belt layer by layer, locked the other end to all sides of the observation deck, pulled it tight, and tied it. die.

Now even if the boat capsizes, the relative prohibition of Pierce and the watchtower will not change in the slightest.

He squinted his eyes, raised his gun, and his eyes flicked behind the layers of gun shields on the bow of Mystra.

Third sister, is the drill safe?

Using a special gel technology, the rubber bullets for foaming hair are not flammable, but very brittle and will break when touched.

The test report on the ship with the bomb said that a total of 800 test shots were carried out, from 15 meters to 70 meters, and 9 shooting targets were replaced. It has never successfully penetrated anything, including paper and skin.

Sounds really reliable...

Pierce found the target. A strong woman waved her arms vigorously behind the gunboard, and there was a timid little man beside her. From time to time, half-cocked hats and gorgeous windbreaker shoulders could be seen. Look, it seems to be Drake's standard admiral's uniform, and Pierce has exactly the same one.

Speaking of... Pierce looked for the shooting angle, Has Third Sister seen their Admiral Hanji?

No. Xiao Sanmei thought for a while, But I seem to have heard it before. If it is the same person, her reputation in the middle school is very bad. I heard that when you meet a stranger or someone you know more than two times One, she would be too shy to speak.

There are people like this in our school? Pierce gasped in surprise, and then he was relieved, Although I'm curious, it's definitely not that...how can such a shy person command the fleet?

Another hit, this time on the left side of the poop side, behind the lady's side with a large black paint, but judging from the location, it should be counted as a scratch.

Sanmei Xiao asked curiously, Young Master, don't you know Admiral Han Ji? You have classes in a senior school.

It was shooting class, this guy was absent all semester, I remember it very well...

Pierce pursed his lips: What is the firing rate of the practice bomb?

Less than 30%. Xiao Sanmei blurted out, Most of them melted in the chamber, and only a few can be ejected.

It's really low enough... Pierce adjusted the position of the gun helplessly, In short, five test shots, I will pinch the opponent's gun point, and you will be responsible for clearing and loading.

Um……

Then, here we go.