Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 192

You can say that this is an artillery battle of the old-fashioned sailing age. Although one side of the ship seems to belong to the benchmark of the new era, it still uses the old-fashioned front-loading cannon. Show it to spectators a hundred times, and it will still feel extremely weird.

The iron ball bullet, which was bigger than a human head, jumped out of the dark iron gun barrel driven by extraordinary spiritual power.At the same time as the flash of inspiration, a huge explosion shook the entire sea area.

The strange thing is that there is no so-called scene of shells roaring across the sky, but the two sides seem to be shooting torpedoes at each other.

After the roar, the battlefield was full of "hissing" waves breaking!
In the high-concentration spiritual seawater, the cannonballs mixed with stronger spiritual power just broke through the waves.

Because the density of ectoplasm is much higher than that of air, and the distribution is more uneven, it often shows a slight shift after flying 500 meters, just like the soaring cannons that flew randomly when Mark was playing with fireworks when he was a child.

Of course, these gadgets are much more powerful than the Sky Cannon.

Even at the last moment when the kinetic energy is completely lost, the spiritual power contained in the iron ball bomb will still make a final explosion, setting off a short-term chaotic surge that is about the size of the smallest container.

From a distance, it looks like a sonic boom cloud left by a supersonic fighter jet.

In the first round of salvo, both sides... were outrageously crooked.The one closest to the Caribbean, with an offset of about 300 meters, flew over the bridge and exploded into loneliness.

This hit rate is a bit embarrassing.Conrad blushed a little. When he picked up the telescope again, he was surprised to find that the barrel of the telescope rotated by itself.At the same time, Mark's voice sounded in his ear: "I adjusted the secret bit for you, try again."

Conrad didn't know what the secret position of the sniper scope was, he only knew that Mark had his reasons.

When Conrad looked into the telescope again, he clearly saw the same scene, and he knew that many coordinates had changed.

Squinting his eyes, the storm giant ordered again in a thick voice: "Fire!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Amidst the dull explosion, the second wave of shells fired at each other.

Since the speed of the shell was much lower than in reality, it looked more like a torpedo, so Mark winked at Ren.

Mark: Do you understand what I mean?

Ryan: I see!my lord!
Wren did a trick - he asked the helmsman to slam the rudder.

"This..." Mark was startled!
Is this the legendary 'cut outside to eat half, cut inside Grand Slam'?

Because of the sharp turn of the Caribbean, he flicked a ship's tail.

Not long after, a few shells "rusted" from the Caribbean's deck at a distance ranging from fifty to 100 meters.

Then, in the direction of the stern, two shells theoretically hit the poop deck...the two big mouths of the Devourer emerged from behind.

"Boom!" A large group of spiritual flames exploded not far from the stern, looking like fireworks.

Mark snapped his fingers, and Ren immediately ordered the son of the storm to run to the stern, ignite some sundries such as blankets, and a ball of soul fireworks.

In the deep sea of ​​the spiritual world, this flame cannot be said to be dazzling.

In contrast, the ghost ship is not having a good time.

The ghost captain is wearing a long robe similar to a windbreaker, and there is a strange light in his eyes under the big felt hat.

The Carribean can swipe, but his ghost ship can't.

As the attacker, his ship enters the battlefield with a diagonal cut.

In this dead and silent spiritual sea, there is no so-called upwind direction, but the gun positions of the old-fashioned sailing warships are almost all on the sides of the ship.He also had to adopt the so-called T-position tactics in order to exert the maximum power of the artillery.

Both sides are psychic cannons, so it doesn't matter who takes advantage.

No, in fact Mark still had the upper hand. The ghost captain didn't know that the ghost artillery on Mark's side was fully automatic.

On the ghost ship side, hundreds of ghost pirates are constantly busy.

These pirates with translucent and semisubstantial soul bodies performed their own duties, some were manipulating the sails of the ship, and some were cleaning the barrel of the artillery.Although they are also very skilled, they are at least 30% less effective than fully automatic artillery.

Just as they were working hard, the [Ghost Cannon] shells arrived.

If the artillery they fired just now had a one-tenth hit rate, then the hit rate on Mark's side was ridiculously high.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound of continuous explosions almost rang out.

The captain was still sensitively aware that his ship had been hit by at least six shots.

The figurehead, the gun deck of the ship's port line, the upper deck, the stern of the jib in front of the ship, and the poop were hit hard respectively.

A large amount of spiritual wood was blasted away, and the splinter fragments exploded, causing secondary damage like a fragmentation grenade.

If this is a ship driven by living people, at least 30 people will lose their fighting power with just these six cannons.

However, the ghost sailor with the broken arm randomly picked up an arm and pressed it, quickly regaining his fighting ability.

The ghost captain snorted, and immediately flew up from the bottom of the cabin, a lot of templates with the same length and width, crackling and blocking the gap that had just been blown up.

There is no doubt that this is the ghost ship's self-healing ability.

As for how much the newly nailed boards have reduced protection compared with the original thick ghost fir, only the ghost captain Drake himself knows.

What is certain is that the three damaged ghost artillery can be regarded as temporarily abolished.

The sharpness of the opponent's artillery was a bit beyond Drake's expectations.

"Fortunately, the opponent's will to fight is not strong!" He murmured.

Because he saw that the Caribbean was generally aiming at the ghost ship with its stern, but it just swung tactically from side to side from time to time, so that the artillery on its side could find a shooting angle to return fire.At the same time, the Caribe began to ascend as fast as it could.

One can tell at a glance that it is going to sail above the Linghai Sea, so as to take advantage of the speed of this modern style ship.

"Oh? Isn't the rudder broken yet? Keep firing!" Drake gritted his teeth and let the ghost ship speed up to catch up.

Obviously, the shelling of the ghost ship should be useful. The spiritual flame at the tail of the white cruise ship seems to be burning more and more, and the speed of the ship is constantly decreasing.

This made Drake more confident in himself.

He could sense that the opponent's ship was full of survivors.In this kind of cruel artillery battle, once the survivors are injured, their number will be reduced, and it is impossible to continue to fight like the ghost pirates.

Although his [Golden Deer] suffered more shots and suffered more damage, he believed that this battle would be the same as all the battles of the Church of Storms, and ended in his victory.

The opponent's ship was getting slower and slower, and the escorting icebreaker finally followed the Caribbean bravely and fearlessly—it was going to use its own hull to cover the Caribbean's evacuation.

"Brave captain! It's useless! For your bravery, I'll give you a chance to board the Golden Deer!" Derek's eyes flashed with admiration for the behavior of the icebreaker, and he immediately resolutely Order: "Full sail, let's hit!"

(End of this chapter)