Reborn As a Pirate

Full Sail! Cut into the corner of the wind!

Distance 630, speed 7 knots!

Distance 380, speed 8 knots!

Distance 190, speed 8.5!

The bow was bombed!

The deck personnel take cover nearby, rush up! Give up evasion!

Bellamy's roar and the thundering cannon sounded at the same time, and the Vader crashed into a wave, and the high bow of the ship seemed to take off to meet the oncoming shells.

Hidden, pray!

Boom boom boom!

Cannonballs all over the sky fell from the sky, wrapped in whistling and scrambling to smash into the sea.

It must be admitted that the Hounds are worthy of being the elite pirates under the Pirate King. Even under high pressure, their gunners still performed at the pirate level.

Not a single projectile missed the Vader by more than 100 meters, and the nearest impact distance was less than 20 meters. The Vader passed through the man-made water wall and waves, and reached the sprint line of the last 100 meters straight.

Right Galenic Bombardment! Saturation!

Ten degrees to left rudder, turn the sails! All prepare for battle!

Bastian yelled at the top of his voice and slammed the handwheel, and the Vader smoothly crossed the left arc, accurately avoiding all the impact points, and then quickly turned back to the right rudder, with an exaggerated Roll swapped from standard T-tail charge to bow rush!

The distance between the two sides is 90! 80! 70! It quickly broke through the previous shortest deterrent distance, but there was no sign of turning around or cutting sideways.

50! 40! 30!

The most extreme collision avoidance distance is lost, and even the most skilled helmsman cannot pull a huge turn of more than 20 meters with a distance of less than 30 meters at a high speed of more than 8 knots.

Which means... collide!

Going to hit it!

The pirates of the Hounds watched in a daze as the fast-moving Vida rushed up without dodging. Someone screamed and organized the bow guns to block the enemy.

Of the 10 guns on the three ships, only 4 were sporadically spewing out flames.

The Galen Lemon Shark on the left wing, that is, the ship marked as [Galen A] on Valrhona's sea chart reacted the fastest. The bow gun fired bombardment while turning the bow.

Her shooting angle is also the best.

The first shot of the left gun was straight ahead, at a distance of 17 meters, and hit the target; it blasted the bow of the Vader, and scratched the slender spar that stabbed diagonally.

The second shot of the right cannon was straight ahead, at a distance of 9 meters, and hit directly in the center.

That bombardment hit the Vader's heavily battered forecastle, and went straight through the junction of the bow and mast.

The scarred mast was cut off at the root, the remaining shells plowed a deep groove in the bow, and the flying deck pierced the throats of two Black Prince pirates.

but!

It is impossible to stop the Vader!

At a distance of 9 meters, the pirate shouted wildly, and Bellamy drew his long sword with a clang, and shouted with the support of Luba.

Bastian! Brig!!!!

Full starboard! Bastian growled like a mad dog.

Full starboard! The whole ship barked like a pack of wolves.

boom! ! !

The Vader rammed heavily into Brig, which had nowhere to dodge, starboard facing starboard, high speed facing stationary.

The bow of the Vida ship, whose structure had been dilapidated for a long time, bulged, and the once flat deck cracked from the middle, revealing a fine and dry wooden core, and half of the bow was completely sunken.

The much smaller Brig didn't do much either. The Vader hit her midboard and broke the sixth and seventh ribs in one blow. The strong hull was completely pushed inward, and the deck and the top of the compartment in the inner cabin were pushed in pieces one by one. gotta smash.

And the Vader is still going!

Even though the entire interior of Brig is embedded, even if the mast is skewed and the keel is twisted, even if the crew, sundries and even artillery on the deck are flying into the air, she is still moving forward, tearing Brig apart like a blunt plow. The side of the boat pushed forward a full six or seven meters, until it hit the Lemon Shark, which could not be completely avoided, and the momentum of advancement stopped completely.

The Vader dug into the middle of the Hounds' formation like a chisel.

No aiming, no rounds! All guns fired!!!

boom!

The first shot rang in Brig's belly.

Boom boom boom!

Sporadic cannonballs hit the Lemon Shark two or three meters away from Vader's gun bay.

Boom boom boom boom...

More and more artillery roared, not only the gun positions of the Vader, but even the gun positions of the Brig and Lemon Shark were infected by madness, firing directly at close, close or even negative distances.

The thick wooden planks were dented, fresh cracks were torn and broken, sharp knife-like iron pieces were flying randomly, and flames shot out from all parts of the ship with the momentum of starting a prairie fire.

Rebeno, the lookout and hunter of the Vader, jumped off the crooked mainmast, and landed precisely behind Bellamy with the sails.

Captain! Galen on the right wing has to run away! I saw Baudelaire, the second captain of the Hounds, on the deck. That must be their flagship, the Hydra!

That little sea anemone can't run away! Bellamy pushed Rumba away beside him, Rumba, get hooked and get on board!

Yes! Rumba's chubby face was full of grinning.

With a hiss, he tore off the drape-like front skirt of his body, revealing a dozen short guns densely packed from his shoulders down, then bypassed them, and pulled out two double-barreled shotguns with sawn-off barrels from his back waist.

My brothers! Assault on the right wing and grab the Hydra! Demolition team, blow up the mast!

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

boom! boom! boom!

Three thunderous sounds swept across the sea, and the explosives tied to the root of the mast in advance were detonated by the pirates of the Black Prince.

And the explosion is not in one direction.

Pushed by the impact, the long mast wrapped with cables tilted to one side, the foremast and mainmast turned to the right, and the relatively short mizzenmast turned to the left.

The rope hooks connected to the masts snapped one by one, and the twitching cables flew like knives, axes and poisonous snakes.

The pirates of the Hounds saw new despair in the abyss of despair. Those unreasonable masts were hung on the sail cables that spanned the entire ship. The big boats were in a mess, so messy that there was no possibility of separation except to cut them off.

But where do they have the time to judge?

The Black Prince's pirates charged forward, holding knives, axes, guns, and swords...

Rumba the archerfish, the well-known charge captain in the Caribbean Sea, rushed to the forefront of everyone.

His squat, harmless body bounced like a ball through the debris, fires, and sinkholes that filled the ship, onto the deck of Brig, and shot the heads of two Hound pirates near and far as soon as he hit the ground.

More pirates shouted and rushed forward.

Unlike other well-known charge captains, Rumba's reputation comes from his exquisite short-handed shooting skills. He can shoot every shot within ten meters, but the pirates have never heard of his ability to fight behind the scenes. something special.

But they still ignore it.

A fat man who is not good at fighting can become the captain of the charge, stand out among thousands of pirates in the Caribbean, and become a powerful figure second only to humanoid monsters such as Leif, Bonet, Lorraine, and Chamuyam. How could it be so easy? Just be targeted?

Rumba smiled grimly and raised his head. He raised the double-barreled shotgun he had just fired again, straightened his arms, and pulled the trigger for the second time without even aiming.

bang bang!

Another two pirates screamed and flew backwards.

Rumba emptied the pistol, let go, turned around, and in the blink of an eye, he had two guns in his hands again, which turned out to be two identical shotguns as before.

bang bang! bang bang! bang bang! bang bang!

The god of death beat the drums, and the fat man danced his body. He took a swirling step, each step had soft ups and downs, and each step pushed his body forward.

Warm and fresh corpses were produced continuously, with incomprehensible confusion, and brains sprayed out between the eyebrows.

No one could get close to him within three meters, and he discarded the empty gun on the road, stretching from the starboard side of Brig to the port side, facing the deck of the Hydra high above.

Brig was breached!

The Black Prince's pirates boarded the ship along the breach that Rumbar had torn open, and delivered new loaded shotguns to him just as he fired the tenth gun.

Boom!

Unlike Rumba's continuous shooting, an independent and solitary gunshot sounded overhead.

Hydera's gunner fell down clutching his throat, and when he was dying, he was still chanting shotgun, shotgun.

Rebeno didn't know when he climbed onto the mainmast of Brig, and smiled at Rumba from above: Be careful of the shotgun.

Don't you still have you? Rumba stuffed the loaded guns back into the holster one by one, and waved his hands in a poised manner, Set the ship! Board the ship!

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

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