Reborn As a Pirate

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Acharin held the mortar barrel.

Saying this may be very disrespectful to the third heir of the Desai family. He just leaned on the cannon with a dedicated attitude, squinted his eyes, and raised his thumb and buttocks.

The whole drake artillery loves to cock their butts.

You know, gentlemen, the real marriage made me realize.

He was chewing a few pieces of dried seahorses imported from the east across the ocean, and the tails of the seahorses curled up and down around his mouth, just like his buttocks.

When your wife wants a boy, and when that boy is still blowing the trumpet to God, he is destined to inherit a noble family with a history of three hundred years, and the lady has already left the female species.

Of course the lady is still beautiful, still vain, still well-educated, and never forgets to recite Shakespeare's songs when she wears her waist... She is still the same, and we are the ones who have changed.

Imagine the moving moon in your eyes. Once, she was there, twice, she was there, three times, four times, five times and she was still there, but Madam told you, we want to have fun with the moon tonight...

God! Do you understand why Maria gave birth to a virgin?

The entire bow gun bay is completely silent, which is the normal state when the gunner teaches his subordinates to fire.

The gunner doesn't like to be interrupted when he's talking, whether it's questioning or praising, the audience just needs to listen.

As expected, Acharin was satisfied with the reaction of his subordinates.

He swallowed the seahorse tail off his mouth in two gulps, and waved his hands.

7 to 10 ticks to the right... yes... from 7 ticks, slow down, and then slow down, to understand the intuition in the soul... If you find the right one, go to sleep with her, don't marry her... stop!

The movement of the artillery carriage stopped, and the auxiliary artillery used the fastest speed to lock the wheels, hang up the cables, block the rails, and take all possible safety measures.

The sound of the bomb is very close!

There should be no sailors on the ship who are more familiar with the sound of the gun than the gunnery crew. In the eyes of these professionals, the impact position is already close to within 50 meters. According to this calibration speed, the bump of being shot will come at any time.

anyway,

Valkyrie's action to prevent serious damage is...

Those who were lucky enough to participate in two rounds of internal sea trials began to recall desperately, but unfortunately not many people could recall. After all, those tactical regulations belonged to the ship operation business, and they had little to do with their gun operations.

In short, it is completely different from the Golden Deer or other ships. After all, Valkyrie is armored.

Just as they were thinking, the deck under their feet suddenly rose. Acharin accidentally slipped, interrupted the distance measurement, and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

I hate the anti-gun design with the raised bow. A competent gentleman will never use his chin to look at the lady who admires you, because red lips and passionate kisses are our sharp weapons, not stubble.

The secondary gunner swallowed softly: Well, sir, if you don't raise the bow, this direct hit...

Adjutant, figure out your position. How to avoid harm is something that the stupid Karen and the fierce Assassin woman have to consider. We only need to consider one thing, and capture every woman who appears in front of us!

boom!

The hull of the ship shook violently, and a thunderbolt hit his head. Yacharin shrank his neck in fright. When he reacted, he felt that he had lost face in front of his subordinates.

He rolled his eyes dejectedly. Well, it might be good to show off your masculinity by lifting your chin now and then. I hope that direct hit didn't ruin the Valkyrie's curves, which is my second favorite spot on the whole ship.

distance.

3...360, sir! The distance finder, who looked like a virgin and newcomer, shouted at the top of his voice.

Okay, okay, the bow gun bay is small, we can maintain elegance, I can hear you.

Yacharin sighed, leaned back on the gun barrel again, and took a stance.

It's terrible to only have the wife who is in line of succession in my heart. Even the most devout romantic believers will be daunted by such excessive demands.

But they'll always get the boy, the coveted No. 1 pick, as long as they're fast enough and accurate enough...

He grumbled and climbed down from the barrel.

The distance is 200, open the gun door. Unlock the pulley of the gun carriage, and add two cables!

The lieutenants busied themselves nervously.

The wide and pioneering arc-shaped gun port was removed, grinning like a galloping Valkyrie, swallowing a big mouthful of water mist facing the sky-high gunfire.

The cold mist was filled with the gun bay by the strong wind, and the gunners who were used to the warmth couldn't help shivering. But no one complained, because they have been using guns for many years, and they have never gotten rid of the narrow gun ports and closed the entire magnificent battlefield like they do now!

At some point, Yacharin knelt on one knee right behind the cannon, raised his right arm straight, and used his raised thumb to make a star.

Five quarters to the right, raised three quarters, marking the forecastle and the centerline of the fore-mast, one shot at a distance of 30, and full chorus on both sides after cutting into it.

Record! There is a huge flaw in Iberia's naval heritage, gunism. Once the battle line is formed, they can't wait to move all the guns to the side, as if the battle line is an iron wall, and they will never have to worry about being attacked. It is possible to wear it!

The commander of the gunner is rare and serious, and everyone is eager to write.

However, life is full of surprises, and you never know what you're facing. It's like looking through a small porthole and we thought zebras were pure black, until we opened this great gun door and we didn't find out...yeah? The opposite is actually Is it an elephant?

Surprise is like a marriage. You think it's a grave, but it turns out to be a rose garden!

No marriage! You will never know the long aftertaste of romance and regret, you will never know the itching and sultriness of books and sweat, and you will never know how beautiful and passionate your wife's best friend is!

We are sandwiched between two fiery carcasses, with desire on the left and reason on the right. You are vigilant in the study to catch rape, and you want to swim in the sea of ​​knowledge when you return to the bedroom...

But you only have the last spare energy left tonight. When you rise up tonight, who will you spread this spare energy to?

Everyone was hopelessly caught in the deep thinking of torturing their souls.

The virgin raised his hand tremblingly: Sir, I think it should be a girlfriend...

Tch! So you're a virgin.

Yacharin retreated disdainfully, all the way back to the edge of the cabin, giving way to the gunner who pulled the string.

If my wife is not pregnant, you won't doubt your beauty. If you don't doubt your beauty, you won't invite your young and attractive girlfriends to stay overnight. If your girlfriends don't stay overnight, you can't go to the study to sleep peacefully. If you don't go to the study, how can you stay in the warm Meet that love in silk pajamas by the fireside?

Don't underestimate Madam! He said solemnly, solemnly, solemnly.

The cannonade outside the ship had ceased. Valkyrie tore through the water mist, and under the guidance of the Valkyrie, he plunged straight into the middle of the battle line between Da Gama and Dias with an unstoppable momentum.

Yacharin hissed.

How can your wife only have one girlfriend! Let it go!

boom!

In the lonely field, the dense clouds and thunder, Valkyrie fired the first shot.

A 24-pound cast iron projectile was thrown out of the bore of the 48-pound super-heavy mortar in the bow from 32 meters away. It first rose high, passed the obstruction of the bow and the sprit, and then descended.

It whirled and whirled, and precisely moved away from the forecastle. In the eyes of all the Portuguese, it slanted and hit the front of the deck less than 1 meter away from the foremast!

Click!

The tough main deck couldn't resist at all, and a big hole was drilled by the red-hot projectiles.

Click!

The messy upper gun bay did not show any defense, and it was closely connected to the skylight above the head, breaking through the second big hole.

Click!

The projectile flew obliquely all the way, blasted away the sundries, opened the skylight, and hit the thick foremast with a slanting stab. The foremast shook, and crawled through a series of huge cracks that were so hideous that they could be stuffed into fingers.

The sound of the cracking wood was like a thunderbolt in the ears of the Portuguese, more deafening than the roaring cannon.

Scolari gritted his teeth nervously, watching the foremast sway vaguely...

Fortunately, I have the most skilled craftsman in the world in Portugal...

Call the alarm!

Captain Angelo interrupted his emotion, the voice completely lost its demeanor, leaving only fear and panic.

The enemy ship breaks in, approaching saturation! The bow hits directly!

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

Valkyrie cut into the gap, and after the lonely sound of the bow gun, the artillery on both sides let out a sky-cracking roar between Da Gama and Dias!

Medium waves, strong winds, close range, and the target is still.

The distance between her and Da Gama's bow is only 33 meters, and the distance from Dias' wide stern is only 112 meters. the two halves.

Such shelling is so simple in the eyes of the gunner.

If such questions are drawn in the daily practice, they will definitely think that Mr. Desai was drained by Mrs. Cecilia again, or that Mr. Desai was first raped in bed and then drained by Mrs. Cecilia energy.

A storm of steel swept over the Portuguese navigators.

22 bombardments per side, including 15 modified 32-pound and 7 short-barreled 24-pound, mixed with chain bullets and solid bullets, splashed out in less than two minutes.

The Vasco da Gama was shot six times. The first chain bomb broke the bow and mast, and three consecutive rounds were embedded in the hull. One thirty-two-pound chain bomb flew high and swept from the front of the port side to the middle of the starboard side. A twenty-four-pound gun drew a straight arc unique to the short-barreled gun, and hit the foremast from the front, and the overwhelmed mast finally screamed and tilted to one side.

The stern of the Dias was severely damaged. In the mist that covered the sky and the earth, under the sway of landslides and ground cracks, half of the poop flew high, disintegrated in the air, and collapsed. The living and dead bodies stained a large area of ​​the sea.

No one knows how many shots the Dias was hit in that round of shelling. People only know that the sun has set in Portugal, and the great navigator was defeated by the merchant without any suspense.

Flag lowering... Scolari's voice was ridiculous like a drowning fish in the sea, Those young people, please act on a humanitarian standpoint...to save the lives of those who fell into the water as much as possible...

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