The guns roared and the water splashed.

    In the Cantabrian sea area, a fierce chase is being carried out on the vast water west of the island of yo in the kingdom of France.

    On one side of the battle is the brigantin gunship, which is famous for its high speed and stability and is widely loved by pirates and smugglers. On the other side, it is the main anti smuggling force in the colonial navies of various countries, the Galen class V destroyer.

    Cats and mice, cheetahs and antelopes.

    No matter how to describe the relationship between the two sides, the destroyer with an 18 pound long-range gun and an overwhelming advantage at both ends of attack and defense has always been brigantine''s least favorite opponent.

    In the vast ocean, the scene of destroyers chasing brigantin is by no means rare.

    But the chase is very different.

    The reindeer held its bow high and went straight ahead. Brigantin, who should have fled, swam behind her side like a clever mouse. He was close and far. He threw out his nine pound claws and teeth again and again. Even if his opponent''s skin could not be broken, he was still chasing after him, which was boring.

    "Turn to!" Lorraine roared, and the steering wheel in his hand dripped straight to the end.

    The slender hull of the butterfly turned outward and widened the distance with an exaggerated tilt. The sailors on the deck tried their best to catch everything they could, and the guns on the side seized the opportunity to fire continuously and roar against the reindeer.

    The shells flew away, and dozens of huge water sprays broke the calm of the sea at a time.

    Since the last chance to light the caribou''s stern sail, acharin has fired three shots, and the best record is to blacken one of the caribou''s hull.

    The nine pound solid shell can barely smash wood chips out of the warship''s hull under the condition of close fire, while the six pound shrapnel will not pose any threat to the hard and tough wood core plate except dirt.

    The caribou''s side gun is not.

    The eighteen pound gun can easily tear the hull of the butterfly under direct attack. Even the twelve pound gun on the main deck can cause great damage to the butterfly.

    It''s like a mantis holding up its arms and an egg flying against a hard rock.

    Lorraine kept changing direction, not only to tilt out the angle and send his shells to the deck of the reindeer, but also to avoid shelling and irreparable damage.

    His steering skills are beyond reproach, but his erratic position is definitely not friendly to the Gunners who are shouldering heavy responsibilities.

    Acharin angrily untied the fixed lock on his waist, held the railing all the way, and staggered to Lorraine''s side.

    "Captain! Commander! President! Boss! English boy!" he used all the words he could think of to describe Lorraine, so as to express his resentment and dissatisfaction. "What''s the purpose of you rushing to die? In order to prove your courage and excellent skills?"

    Lorraine bit her teeth and pulled back to the steering wheel. She scolded in Chinese: "speak quickly, fart quickly!"

    "Ah?" acharin was stunned. "Don''t say a spell to me!"

    Lorraine steadied the rudder and took a breath: "I want you to fart at me... Bah! Let you say what you think directly. Don''t beat around the bush."

    "I want a distance of 60 to 80 meters. I want an inclination of at least 10 degrees, maybe 15 degrees. I also want stability, 15 to 20 seconds. Don''t shake!"

    "Crazy?" Lorraine stared. "Do you know what this shot means?"

    "I''ll get the gun deck to replace all the shrapnel!"

    Lorraine was stunned: "are you going to go hand in hand?"

    "Five minutes at most, your big talk will fail!" acharin steadied the railing and spitted at Lorraine. "The cattail is in front, and the deck is full of debris. Even if Mr. Ramos piddick has your steering skills, the people on the deck can''t turn the rudder twice!"

    Lorraine pushed the steering wheel to the end: "you win... In three minutes, you will get all!"

    After receiving the promise, acharin rolled and climbed into the gun deck: "shrapnel, all side shrapnel! Boys, aim at their guns, only at the guns, nothing else!"

    The butterfly gave up the broken line!

    Under the condition of downwind, the full sail butterfly flower is nearly 50% faster than the caribou, which has lost its only stern sail. Once it gives up the broken line, its speed will suddenly accelerate.

    The ship''s bow with black smoke tore open the wind and waves, caught up and surpassed with the naked eye, and exposed its entire sideboard in front of the Reindeer''s gun door.

    The reindeer opened fire again and again. In the fluctuating wind and waves, only one artillery hit the stern of the ship, blew a sound, smashed Karen''s workshop, bit a huge gap in the stern, and the stubble flew away.

    But the butterfly still achieved transcendence.

    The broken stern of the ship was beyond the bow, across the sea, and Lorraine standing at the rudder was far away from villen at the bow.

    Lorraine raised his middle finger with a sneer.

    "Lower the sail! Turn it!"

    The sailor tore off the sail line on the foremast.

    The huge horizontal sails crashed down, and the speed of the butterfly dropped sharply. At the same time, the whole ship folded to its right hand.

    Huge roll close to 20 degrees!

    The butterfly''s waterline was completely exposed in front of the Reindeer''s gun door. The sailors who had no time to fix themselves screamed and rolled. Haina on the lookout platform clenched the sling, pursed her mouth and stared at the sky.

    The long-awaited Gunners opened fire first.

    A barrage of shrapnel shot from the five side guns and crackled on the caribou''s hull.

    Bits and pieces of streamer penetrated the open gun door, and a faint scream came from the gun deck of the reindeer. At least seven heavy guns were misfired on the spot.

    There are sixteen guns on the side of the destroyer.

    Most of the misfires on the gun deck, and the twelve pound guns on the main deck fired again and again.

    Boom, boom!

    At least three of the shells hit the hull of the butterfly flower, and the solid shells hit a deep hole on the wooden board. In addition, a direct shot hit, smashing a big hole in the hull and smashing the fresh water stored in the watertight cabin.

    Smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the hull shook!

    After the huge earthquake, the hull flattened, and acharin finally waited for the opportunity.

    He put down the torch, lit the hair cord and shouted with all his strength, "give me a son, Miss Lenny!"

    On the main deck, four six pound guns were fired almost at the same time, and the sky was filled with shrapnel, which crossed the towering side of the reindeer and set off a bloody storm on the deck!

    Perfect shot!

    On the reindeer, there was a loud cry, and Lorraine saw Willem''s face.

    Villen was angry.

    Lorraine laughed wildly, pointing to the recovery in the upright, and slowly made a throat wringing posture in his high throat.

    He sent out a French sentence with his mouth: "quel... Bordel."

    Look at this mess

    Haina''s cry spread all over the ship in time, and the slightly sandy voice was full of joy.

    "The cattail sailed south! They ran away!"

    They... Escaped!

    Lorraine locked the right full rudder with a click, jumped off the deck and shouted, "fire fighting! Repair the ship! I want to hear a loud song! Gentlemen, sing!"

    [when Great Britain enjoys heaven''s grace and takes the lead in rising from the blue ocean]

    [rise, rise, rise!]

    [rise from the blue ocean!]

    [this is the love of God, the care and special favor of the earth]

    [blessed angels sing together]

    [rule, Britannia! Rule the sea!]

    [British warriors, never be slaves!]

    Unbridled songs are flying on the sea, but the singers are getting farther and farther away.

    The reindeer was covered with blood, and the lookout hand trembled and informed: "Lieutenant, the English ran away, one to the West and one to the South..."

    All that remained in villen''s mind was Lorraine''s joking mouth.

    Look at this mess

    "You want to die..." he whispered, gently wiping off the blood splashed on the first mate''s face. "You can''t run away, Lorraine Jonathan Drake. I swear, the ends of the earth... Cape."