[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

When the New Continent ignored all the instructions of the port and sailed to the side of other warships to open the guns, the defenders of Havana Port realized that something went wrong.

But it was too late, and most of the sailors were resting on the shore, or the warships that were loading and unloading supplies could not face the shooting that could be said to be the guns on the ship's side in a hurry.

"boom!"

When the white smoke of the first round of bombardment diffused on the side of the New Continental, the beautiful red and yellow two-color painting on the hull of the Cartagena, which was parked beside it, instantly scattered a fine piece of sawdust, like After being staggered like an old fist by an invisible giant, he leaned to the other side in an ugly posture.

But I don’t know if it’s because of good luck or the attackers on the New Continent didn’t use flowering bombs. After this round of shelling, there was no trace of fire. It stubbornly withstood the attack of artillery fire, and its nearly thousand-ton body only slightly exposed a trace of the bottom of the ship covered with barnacles (Note 1).

But the sailors who were working on its deck before they could react were not so lucky. The densely packed cables were torn apart by shells like spider webs in a storm, and there was plenty of time for a row of chain bombs to aim repeatedly. The whistling broke three of the four masts, and an unlucky sailor who was trimming the sails on the mast let out a scream with an extremely long tail at the moment the mast fell.

Obviously, this result did not satisfy the attackers. It seemed that in order to pursue the accuracy and power of the next round of shelling, they adjusted the mainsail and slowed down their speed while narrowing the distance between them and the poor Cartagena. distance.

"boom!"

5 minutes later (Note 2), when the surviving sailors on the brave Cartagena had just opened the side gun doors to start a counterattack, the New Continent opened fire again, and this time the lucky body did not favor it again them.

The hull of the Cartagena made a toothsome twisting sound amidst the two soaring water columns and the fire that ignited the deck. Its strong keel began to be overwhelmed by the impact of this distance and this frequency, and What is more serious comes below the water surface. In this era without horizontal armor and mine protection belt design, near-detonation/explosion under the water surface is more harmful to the overall structure of the hull than a direct hit.

In the debris and air bubbles floating beside the hull, the Cartagena began to list.

But the attackers still had no intention of leaving, and they continued to draw closer to each other.

"boom!"

When the third round of bombardment started, there was almost only one plank left between the two ships, but at this time, the Cartagena had already received two rounds of bombardment, and there was no one on the deck that could jump gangs to counterattack. fighter.

After this round of shelling with an absolute hit rate of 100%, although only one ball of flames lit up, the location where the explosion occurred was deep in the hull.

Just a few breaths after the explosion, I don’t know if it caused the fire/powder to explode or something else. Along with a series of muffled noises inside the Cartagena, its entire hull began to tilt sharply. The fire/cannon, buckets and several The sailors, who did not know their life and death, fell into the sea from the huge gap that began to emit black smoke.

Sinking a warship within 10 minutes of the war is a record that any European country can be proud of, but the Spaniards have more than one warship here.

10 minutes may not be enough for a completely unprepared sail age warship to set sail, but it is enough for them to open the gun doors and load gunpowder to fight back.

They didn't feel at all that they would fail, even if they lost a warship in a despicable sneak attack, but now the Spaniards still have a 6:1 numerical advantage in the number of warships in the port.

"boom!"

A sparse column of water rose not far from the New World, and the nearest shell was hundreds of yards away.

This is the counterattack launched by the nearest Holy Sovereign at the limit distance of its naval guns, and a little further away, the sailors on the other battleships have already begun to be busy, and the fastest of them has already put down their guns. mainsail.

In the same 10 minutes, the soldiers of the port guard on the pier also reacted. These dedicated soldiers steered the boat and braved the artillery fire from both the attackers and their own people, desperately approaching the New Continent.

But unfortunately, what they ushered in, who were less than a hundred yards away from success, was not the wine of victory, but a sad ending.

Because the New World did not turn to other warships after the first victory, but aimed its guns at them.

At such a distance, even jumping off the ship immediately could not escape the baptism of the iron rain—the barrage of countless fine lead bullets enveloped all the small boats desperately approaching almost instantly.

There were no screams or howls, just a sudden burst of blood mist on the surface of the sea and several pieces of slowly sinking boats.

"Barbosa really has his own way. He really has the right to speak in naval battles. Should he be called a professional pirate?"

Standing at the window, Tang Xuening faced the sea breeze with a hint of fishy smell and gunpowder smoke. Looking at it, it seemed that people could not feel the excitement at all, but it was more like a Japanese turn-based RPG game. (Note 3 ), could not help but express emotion.

And behind her were dozens of soldiers surrounding her and a gorgeously dressed middle-aged man wearing a wig.

"Indians? No... Tatars?"

Surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, he carefully looked at the girl in front of him:

Compared with Westerners, the facial features are slightly softer, the brown complexion is similar to that of Indians, and the Gelkuo machete is tied horizontally on the belt. He is dressed in a slightly weird but very suitable for sports. From the perspective of skin and body, life should be quite good. , but those inadvertent little actions and crappy and weird English don't look like they have received higher (noble) education...

Anyway the girl gave him a strange sense of incongruity.

"May I ask, are you the commander of this fleet?"

The girl didn't care about the row of black muzzles facing her, she turned her head to look at the nobleman, leaned lazily by the window and asked:

"Or the Governor of this colony?"

"You killed me without knowing anything?"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in surprise. As a senior nobleman who came to Europe, he has no obstacles to communicating in English.

Although he considered many possibilities when the attack happened, from thieves in troubled waters, assassins from enemy countries to political conspiracy, he never thought he would get such an answer.

"I walked around the city, and there are three villas that look the tallest and best decorated and have guards guarding the door."

The girl smiled and explained her selection principles from the other party.

"And after the attack at the port, the soldiers came to you first, SO~"

"What is your purpose?"

The noble man nodded. The most important place must be where the guards go first. It is not surprising that the other party can find him from this angle.

"Purpose? I'm desperate for some guy

——Thrown in a vast ocean, unknown time, unknown place, and unknown object!

There is no hint, I don’t know the plot strategy, what an egg? "

The girl suppressed her mouth and rolled her eyes without any image, and the indignation in her tone was beyond words:

"Thinking about it, it seems that I haven't even signed a contract with them, this is not even a temporary worker!

What's even more exasperating is that I don't have a contact tool here, and the other party seems to have no complaint handling service, and there is no trade union to protect the normal rights and interests of my program participants!

So there's nothing to do left and right... let's just find something for myself to do. "

"Irreverent lunatic, are you mocking me?"

The man felt humiliated, and he couldn't help but raise his voice:

"Or do you think that I will let you go by this method!?"

"No, it's just that some words have been held in my heart for too long and need to be vented, please don't mind."

The girl waved her hand apologetically, then said seriously:

"If you're one of those two, I have a proposal I'd like to discuss with you."

"Hehe, suggestion?"

The man raised one corner of his mouth and asked in a sarcastic tone.

"What more could the insolent intruder have to offer?"

"Why not? After all, I am not only a 'disrespectful intruder' or a 'crazy man who robbed your gold', but also an 'active criminal who attacked your port', so I think I am still somewhat qualified to make some suggestions, for example

——Suggest that as the price for us to stop this, your Majesty the King of Spain canonize me as the Governor of the Governorate of New Spain, how about it? "

The girl stood up straight and said a "proposal" to the other party that everyone present except herself thought it was unreasonable, and then she added:

"Of course, if my condition can be met, I can also agree to hand over half of the annual net income of the governor's district..."

"I gave you a chance..."

The man shook his head, as if reflecting that he would naively believe that the other party really had some good "proposal". Before turning around and leaving, he told the soldiers beside him:

"Kill her, remember to keep her head as intact as possible, I'm going to..."

"Oh!"

But then, a burst of gunshots interrupted him.

"……what?"

The man who hadn't turned his head in the future looked suspiciously at the tip of the knife slowly retracted from his chest, wondering why he had the upper hand one moment and was about to die the next moment.

"It's a pity, I wanted to farm for a few more years, no..."

The girl's voice rang softly in the man's ear, but the man could no longer say anything, and the rusty liquid poured out of his throat uncontrollably.

"puff!"

The sound of several blades entering the body made the girl pause for a while.

"Strange...monster!"

After a moment of silence, a soldier's panicked voice almost changed his tone, but disappeared in an instant after a crisp "click".

"Reload quickly! Stab/knife! Hurry up..."

Immediately afterwards, it was the voice of a captain that the man was very familiar with, but at the moment that voice was also full of frightened distortions.

The man seemed to want to do something in the end, but all the strength in his body seemed to be taken away by the sharp knife on his chest, and a sense of powerless heaviness filled his whole body, his feet could no longer support the weight of his body, wrapped in gorgeous clothes His body fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, no one had the leisure to pay attention to him, a big man who could once call the wind and rain in the colony.

If it was at other times, it might be a big deal for all the soldiers present to be forcibly killed by someone under the protection of themselves and others, because it not only means that these people have a dark future, but even It may mean that the gallows is beckoning to itself.

But now, even the gallows is a thing in the future. What these people need first is to fight for the next second of their own lives—the girl like a demon god did not feel the slightest after being shot by another round of guns. The pause abruptly broke into their formation.

The exquisite practical swordsmanship with the knife directed at the vital points, the strong fighting spirit of ignoring the pain in the fierce battle, although such enemies are very rare, it is not unprecedented, but the girl has more than these:

It's hard to imagine how the arms full of bullet holes can have the power to cut off the spear, and it's hard to understand why the thin body can still fight back after being pierced by four or five bayonets at the same time, and no one has ever seen it Humans can be like monkeys—no, even monkeys cannot use the walls and ceilings in corridors to perform three-dimensional maneuvers.

And why did she not even stop to take a breath after doing all this!

In this narrow corridor, the soldiers seemed to have stepped into a nightmare.

The morale of the soldiers had already collapsed, and the powerlessness that came from the bottom of their hearts knocked down this group of soldiers who had faced ten times the number of pirate sieges without changing their faces, and infected everyone with madness.

Tang Xuening deftly walked among the crowd. Like an artist, she dyed the entire corridor with bright colors, added a soundtrack of wailing and screaming to the corridor, and dedicated a song called "Fear" to everyone in the corridor. and despair".

During this killing, the girl strangely felt a sense of sight on those soldiers, and then she suddenly realized—that was the powerlessness and despair she experienced when facing the tentacle aliens in the battleship just before time travel. But this time she played the role of an alien~

——I don’t know if it should be said that he has grown up or that he has become abnormal? ——

The girl was distracted while waving the weapon, and then she patted her cheek and resolutely dumped the blame.

——No, it’s all the fault of the aliens! ——

By the time she withdrew the dagger from the back of the last soldier, the body had almost covered the ground.

She slowly walked back to the starting point of this "bloody road", where the body of the governor was trying in vain to continue his life, and those eyes full of shock, fear and hatred stared at him. A girl walking towards him.

In fact, it only took more than ten minutes to leave it alone, but the girl raised the blade after a long sigh, and finished the words that were just interrupted:

"Hey...don't blame me...I gave you a chance."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I just started working again and the speed of checking data updates has been very slow...

In addition, in the process of searching for information, I also found many interesting and even weird things that I have never noticed before, and I will slowly talk about them in the notes in the future.

Note 1: Let’s continue the last topic about naval battles in the age of sails. In the era of sailing battleships—at least in 1750, the most important role of shelling in naval battles was to kill and injure the opponent’s vital forces.The flowering bomb technology is not up to standard, and the muzzle generally has to be half a meter above the water surface for the stability of the hull, and the adjustable angle of the muzzle can only be said to be reasonable.This caused naval battles in that era to be fought for a whole day. One of the two sides sank and then went back to their respective homes after dark. Some of them were captured by the opponent's jumping gang and changed their national flags) and continued to fight-unless the luck was particularly bad (damaged keel, collision, detonated ammunition, etc.) Repeatedly use artillery shells to wash the armor squad), otherwise few were sunk in artillery battles.But again, that era was not like World War II. Warships with tens of millions of tons were repaired in a few months, and sailors with minor injuries could repair major injuries by themselves, which is almost the same as building a new ship.

Note 2: For reference, in 1756, the 74-gun ship Guerrier fired 659 times in three and a half hours, and each gun was about 5.5 rounds per hour—one round every 11 minutes. Do you think the rate of fire is simply cheating?But if you think about it, you will understand that a sailor generally has to manage more than ten guns (it is said that the British have 12~15 guns), even if you don’t need to aim, you can clear the gun and fire a gun/bomb in less than 1 minute on average. It can be said that he is well-trained.Of course, it is said that there is also a saying of one and a half rounds - if there are a large number of sailors (such as the two people in the movie with one gun) and the self-resetting gun mount, it seems not completely impossible, so I choose A relatively compromised data.

Note 3: In the movie, there are not many situations in which two ships keep firing at each other in parallel (same sailing battle). In the real naval battles of this kind in history—at least the early 18th century naval battles, most of them are like knights dueling each other. Charge, then fire at each other when they approach each other and then separate, depending on the situation, whether to make a big turn and come back to continue the "duel", or just run away while taking advantage of the different headings.This combat mode, combined with what we consider to be an outrageously low rate of fire, makes this really look like a turn-based game with fairly long rounds.

79. Interlude. Visiting Britons

When Cutler Beckett came to the Port of Havana, the most important port city in the Caribbean had already changed its owner.

No, perhaps it should be said that there is no master.

He has been to this city many years ago, but the city in his impression is completely different from the current city

——The pirates hanging on the rocks outside the port were replaced by guys in Spanish military uniforms or noble costumes. The pier that was originally docked with warships and merchant ships is now crowded with pirate ships flying skull flags, countless sundries and garbage dumps Every gate on the street has been tightly closed, and now only groups of dirty pirates are left wandering on the street.

When the pirates passed by Beckett and looked greedily at his bright dress, even though there were dozens of soldiers guarding him and the support of the East India Company (Note 1) fluttering behind him, he I still feel that disgusting feeling like maggots crawling on my body.

But he had to come, whether it was for the new market of Indian companies or for himself, he had to come.

——Even if he had to suppress his disgust for this, he smiled at the pirates.

And when he stood on the balcony of the "original" Governor's Mansion, standing next to the two pirates who captured the port and overlooking the entire bay, the discomfort reached a new height:

Because he saw the black armed merchant ship docked alone, which made him unforgettable and appeared in his nightmares countless times:

Black Pearl.

"Your Excellency seems to be very interested in our ship?"

Seeing Beckett's eyes narrowed, Tang Xuening asked curiously.

"I saw a very familiar ship...Maybe this is fate..."

Beckett replied with a polite smile.

Just like the reincarnation of fate, Beckett became the laughing stock of his colleagues precisely because of the failure on board the Black Pearl 13 years ago (Note 2). He lost the trust of his boss and lost the power in his hands, which made his career have to start from scratch.

It took a full 13 years, relying on his ruthless character and extraordinary efforts, Beckett regained the approval of the board of directors and became a member of them in various ways, and even won the honorary title of Lord - those should be many What he deserved years ago! (Note 3)

And now, Beckett's fate is once again tied to it.

"It used to be one of my ships, too."

"Oh, really?"

Barbossa smirked and lifted Beckett's scar:

"It doesn't look like a good memory, though."

"Yes, it was an old story 13 years ago..."

Even though his heart was boiling with enough flames called "hatred", Beckett still politely answered Barbosa's question:

"I've had some very unpleasant experiences with the captain — or the former captain, of that ship."

"Jack Sparrow?"

Barbossa, who said this name, was satisfied to see Beckett's distorted face at that moment.

"I'm not surprised at all by that."

"Well, I don't care about those things at all."

Tang Xuening, the former captain of the Black Pearl, did not have a common language with them. She was more curious about the other party's intentions than the past:

"Then Mr. Cutler Beckett, may I ask you to visit us, a bunch of dirty, shameless and vile pirates, and the car that left you with a very bad first impression, what's your business?"

"Then please allow me to introduce again, I am Cutler Beckett, the Lord of the British Empire is also a director of the East India Company, and what I hate is 'pirates'."

Beckett took out a well-bound cowhide packaging document from his arms, and he was well prepared for this plastering:

When he learned that the port of Havana was captured by pirates, the Spanish colonial governor and army were wiped out by them, and the Spanish navy in the entire Caribbean region was hit hard, he immediately saw the opportunity and came to the Caribbean region to start a new business. A chance, a chance to gain power—a chance to take him further.

Almost without hesitation, he put down all the work in his hands. While gathering armed forces to prepare the ship, he visited various directors non-stop overnight, persuading them to give him various supports, and then rushed to arrive before the others day and night. here.

"And if you hold the 'private plunder license (Note 4)' issued by the kingdom, you are not pirates at all, but heroes fighting for the empire."

"That's a good point, but I think we'd better get down to business."

After receiving the document, the girl browsed briefly, and after confirming that she could not understand the cursive characters that looked like a series of weird wavy lines, she handed the document to Barbosa next to her, and asked directly:

"What do we need to pay for this proof?"

"Honor and wealth bestowed by the British Empire..."

Beckett frowned slightly, looking at the other party's performance, it seemed that the privateer's license was not as useful as he imagined.

After finding that the two people in front of him were not interested in this statement, he paused and changed his statement.

"And I believe that with the achievement of capturing Havana Port, His Majesty the King will not be harsh on giving you a noble status."

"Except for the false name of a nobleman. Which one of those you said I don't have now?"

The girl was unmoved by everything Beckett said, even though Barbossa pulled her cuff slightly aside, she still pointed to the harbor below and continued:

"The wealth of five Spanish gold ships now belongs to us, and we are now the rulers of the port of Havana, one of the most important ports in the Caribbean Sea."

"Government requires learned and noble nobles and hard-working employees who work for them, not a bunch of savages who only know how to fight, drink, and destroy."

But the reason why Beckett dared to come was because he thought he could succeed:

"With all due respect, everything in the port of Havana is in my opinion right now - this is not 'domination' at all."

"It makes sense, but to sum it up, what you mean is to use a privateer license..."

From the girl's point of view, these "rewards" are no different from those liars in her original world who rely on empty rhetoric and empty-handed wolves.

"And the 'honor' that I don't know if it can be honored, in exchange for the ownership of this important port and our allegiance-don't you think the asking price is too low?"

"There are no tax collectors to help you collect taxes, no farmers to help you plant your fields, and no soldiers and officials to help you restore order. The current Havana port cannot create any wealth. Occupying it will not be recognized by any country except one. 'Ruler' has no meaning outside of the title.

——Based on what I know, the Spaniards will do whatever it takes to get it back. Now I believe that the troops that crusade against you are already on their way to the New World. When they attack, do you want to rely on the gang of pirates to guard it? the city? "

After finishing speaking, Beckett smiled and asked:

"And in the Caribbean - perhaps in the whole world, who else can hold this city except our British Empire?"

Yes, this is where Beckett's confidence lies. If only one person can buy a commodity that is extremely difficult for the holder, then no matter what price he offers, the seller can only choose to accept it.

Obtained a city with a privateer license!

This kind of success will undoubtedly make him a legend in the reception salon. Countless latecomers will take his legendary success as their goal, and he will use this success to become a member of the upper class and embark on his own life. peak.

Cutler Beckett is so convinced.

"The timing was good, but I have a problem with 'no one but the British Empire can hold the city from the Spaniards'."

The girl nodded approvingly at Beckett, and slowed down her tone as he expected.

But she continued before Beckett smiled triumphantly:

"However, such a price tag is still too low for us to be satisfied. So, let me bid:

We recognize the right to rule the United Kingdom, and we can also ask His Majesty George II to send some officials to assist us in managing the city, but the autonomy of this place and every piece of land we will lay down in the future must be ours..."

After finishing speaking, the girl added after a while:

"Oh, by the way, His Majesty the other gun gave us another [-] earl titles."

"This... this is simply arrogance!"

For the conditions raised by the girl, Beckett was like the unlucky Spanish governor. He couldn't find any other reasonable explanation except that he thought the girl was crazy.

Even if he had been mentally prepared that the other party would make unreasonable demands to repay the price, Beckett never expected that the other party would offer such an almost absurd condition.

However, the experience of serving the East India Company for decades has allowed him to meet countless people. He took a deep breath and said:

"No, this is no longer simple arrogance, but unreasonable trouble!

Miss, what gave you the illusion that you can make such a condition? "

"How about 'without our nod, no one can safely rule this city'?

As you said, we may not be able to hold the city against the Spaniards' counterattack, but we are equally capable of making the next, next, and future rulers of the city equally unable to hold, and equally unable to Let the city create a little benefit for them.

Pirates are incapable of establishing and maintaining order—at least not yet, but they are quite good at destroying pirates. "

Yes, many times what reflects a person's value is not what he can accomplish, but what he can make other people fail to do.

It is true that this port city is already like a chicken rib to the pirates, but they can also make anyone who tries to rule the city uneasy. In fact, the girl feels that by relying on her immortality and night raids, she can completely change the position of the Governor of Havana to No different from a gallows.

Then she emphasized on this speculative gentleman:

"And it is not for you to judge whether it is vexatious, Mr 'Lord' of the East India Company.

Please bring my terms to your majesty the king, we are worth the price. "