Reborn As a Pirate

irrational hit...

It is now 1778, and more than two hundred years have passed since the barbaric era of Calais-type galleys in the British and French naval battles in the early 16th century.

As the standard configuration of the galley, the bronze ram and the matching ram tactics have long been a thing of the past, and no one mentions it anymore.

In the eyes of men at sea, sailing ships are the most exquisite works of art in the world!

Keel, ribs, empty space, center of gravity...

Every square inch of the formed ship is the result of precise calculations. From the height of the mast to the depth of the water, several generations of people have deleted, edited and changed everything. …

Who would drum up the sails to launch a crash with such a work of art?

Who would use their own hollow bows to support the heavy and stable sides of their opponents?

Who can really be so unreasonable?

The answer is...the English.

The Tuna hit the starboard side of the Reindeer straight at a high speed of twelve knots, the mast shattered, the keel broke, the hull cracked, and the deck bulged.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this ship has completely lost its value for repair. At the moment of impact, she was dead, and like her captain, all that was left in the world was the tattered husk.

The body was stranded on the Reindeer, the tall mast fell down, and the broken sails flew and intertwined, tightly entwining the two ships together.

Like an egg, hit a stone.

The Tuna exchanged its own life for the heavy damage of the Reindeer. The bow of the ship, which was cut in half, smashed into the hull of the Reindeer, sank deeply, let alone smashed four gun ports.

Many people died in the accident, and the surviving sailors abandoned the ship screaming, jumped over the side of the ship into the freezing water, and swam helplessly to the nearby English warship.

Like a tragic Titanic...

The act of diving is tantamount to trying to survive death, but it is better than waiting to die on a dying boat.

The Reindeer became furious, and the remaining muzzles began to turn.

Villen got up from the deck in a daze.

His three-cornered hat disappeared, and the silver wig under the brim flew far away.

The impact of the tuna threw him flying and slammed him against the plinth of the mainmast.

With this fall, he lost far more than the majesty of the admiral. The rivets on the base opened a huge hole in the corner of his eyebrows, blood flowed all over his face, and he looked like a ghost.

angry! irresistible!

He stood up, took the towel from the first mate, pressed the wound, and tried to calm down the anger in his heart.

He wanted to sink the tuna, but his rationality told him that if he vented his anger under the current situation, maybe not only the tuna would sink.

He paused every word: "The Reindeer must not be entangled in the sea, target the mast, smash her, smash her!"

Command is action!

The twelve-pound guns on the main deck gathered together immediately, and the surviving eighteen-pound guns on the gun deck also struggled to find the firing angle.

They have no ability to aim at the mast, but even if they cannot aim at the mast, they must use their gunfire to leave marks on the carcasses of tuna at an angle within their ability to vent their anger.

The gunner ordered loudly: "Fire!"

Boom boom boom!

The sound of execution-like shelling echoed in the sea, and the 18-pound and 12-pound projectiles precisely bombarded the huge hull of the tuna, showing the tyranny in the hearts of the French with direct hits again and again.

Masts snapped, ships disintegrated.

Overturned gun carriages, messy boxes and barrels, and the corpses of sailors slid out of the dense holes into the sea.

Losing the hook of the sail, the Tuna was pushed out, freed from the entanglement with the Reindeer, and drifted away feebly, swaying and sinking...

But she hadn't drifted far enough and sank fast enough, at least in the eyes of Villen, whose dignity had been hurt, she didn't deserve a good death now.

two minutes later,

Another round of artillery roared.

At least four shells hit the dangling tuna, one of which burrowed through a hole in the hull and into the interior, overturning a huge wooden box of gunpowder and shells.

boom!

A violent explosion exploded in the belly of the Tuna, and hundreds of projectiles scattered in all directions, destroying all obstacles along the way, causing further explosions.

boom! boom! boom!

Flames spewed out from the battered hull, and the Tuna was split apart in the explosion and shattered into countless small pieces, the biggest piece of which came from the poop, almost half of the poop flew up, and the whole thing flew into the air. to the sky.

What a doomsday scene.

The huge flying object like a small building flew high in the sky, attracting the attention of the entire battlefield.

The sound of the guns on the sea stopped for a moment, and everyone's eyes followed the half of the cockpit up and down...

boom!

Following the track of the Tuna, the Butterfly suddenly appeared on the battlefield!

Drumming the sails, breaking the waves, pointing the high bow to the sky, smashing the tumbling poop without hesitation, and rushing straight towards the severely damaged Reindeer with an indomitable attitude.

For the tuna number!

The sailors gathered densely on the deck, sharpening their knives and showing ferocious faces.

The gunner of the Reindeer stared wide-eyed and screamed loudly with a trembling voice: "Shotgun..."

Boom!

There was a dull gunshot from the mast tip of the Butterfly, and at the same time, the voice of the gunner stopped abruptly.

He flew upside down, dying with unsatisfactory eyes. The big hole in his chest gushed out blood, which soon stained a large area of ​​his clothes red.

For Raven Shogner!

Little Pierce whistled, sat down on the shooting stand, curled up in the iron-clad basket, nibbled open the cardboard, cleared the chamber and reloaded.

The gunner of the Reindeer scattered in panic, with a meaningless panic in his mouth: "Jerger! It's a hunter!"

The hunter made a sound, a hundred meters away!

No one knows whether they will become the next target of the hunters. On the open deck, everyone is a fish on the chopping board.

Wei Lun panicked into the poop, looked gloomy at the chaotic main deck, and ordered to his first mate: "Go to the gun bay and drive that barbarian away, quickly!"

His decision was a little late.

Waiting for the eighteen-pound gun in the gun bay to turn its gun head, the Butterfly also approached for the final charge.

There was nothing to stop the docking.

Looking at the thick gun barrel close at hand, Lorraine shouted loudly: "Shooting straight ahead! Steering five degrees to the right, lower the sail, and ram!"

Boom boom boom!

The roaring heavy artillery sounded as it approached, and the Butterfly deflected its arc ahead of time, avoiding the shelling and tearing apart the spray.

The bulging sails loosened in an instant, her speed dropped sharply, and her side bumped against the smooth slope of the Reindeer, following the inertia and rubbing forward.

The huge force swung the stern of the ship, and the two battleships were pressed together like a closed clip.

boom!

The hull shook, and Lorraine couldn't help but fired a harpoon.

The iron arrow with the thick rope drilled into the inner cabin along the hole in the Reindeer, pierced through the gun deck with a bang, and successfully established the first connection between the two ships.

"Get on board! Board the ship! Noah and I will go to the gun deck, and Lord Hana will also go to the main deck. Remember to disable their guns!"

Luo Lin drew out his two knives with a clang, and jumped onto the straight rope while running.

"For justice, gentlemen... kill!"