48 Hours a Day

The slightly fat man in the triangle hat should be the captain of the ship, standing beside it with a bronze telescope, staring nervously at the enemy ship across the street.

And a young man around him has been persuading him, “Father, surrender, our boat is not fast enough for them, the number of artillery is less than one-third of them, and there are only fifteen guns on the boat. This battle cannot be fought at all, before it is too late...”

The captain glanced at his son and then turned around and shouted at the sailor behind him, "Where are the shells? Have they arrived?! ”

The old sailor nodded, "Wait for your order, Captain. ”

The captain looked back at the young man, biting his teeth, “Gunner, ready! ”

He had just finished the sentence, but a shell hit a cannon that was being filled. The heavy iron cannon fell off the base and struck the two gunmen behind him. They made a scream and there was no sound.

Meanwhile, the sailboat with the black sail accelerated sharply and rushed over.

The captain commanded the gunmen on the boat to fight back, shouting to cheer the crowd, “Hold on, if you hurt them and let these bastards taste our strength, they will give up on us and turn to the weaker prey!!! When we get to Boston, we'll pay another £6 each! ”

The sailors had some low morale to rekindle under the reward. As the enemy ship approached and entered the range, the fifteen guns on board also began shooting decisively, but it could be seen that they did not usually have enough time to practice. The trajectory of the bullet flights was twisted, and most of them landed on the boat's side of the three-mast. Such attacks were like tickling off boots in exchange for fierce fire.

After a round of shooting, nine more sailors fell on their side. At last, the morale of the crowd collapsed. The higher rewards were no more important than their own lives. The sailors began to leave their weapons and flee. The captain knew that the great power had gone and looked at everything in front of him, until he turned his head and found his son lying on the deck.

The latter covered his chest with his hands and blood seeped out of his fingers. The captain removed his triangle cap, knelt down and held his son in his arms.

Zhang Heng had arrived in the captain's chamber at that time, and after seeing the dhow, he guessed the end of the battle. Even if he joined the battle now, it would not help him.

The boat he is now on is just an ordinary British merchant boat, and in order to carry as much cargo as possible and ensure profitability, only eight 9-pound light artillery were installed on board and ammunition was insufficient, while the three-mast with the black sail opposite had at least 30 artillery, and if he had not wanted to take it with him, he would probably be floating at sea by now.

So instead of making senseless resistance up there, it's better to take this opportunity to do something meaningful.

Zhang Heng touched the captain's room while the ship was in disarray. In the past, this room would be the most heavily guarded place on the ship, but now there is no one here.

Zhang Heng did not care about the valuable setup beside him. Even if he carried these things with him, they could not be saved after the pirates boarded the ship. Zhang Hengqiao walked to the wooden table on the west side, pulled three drawers in a row and finally turned to what he was looking for.

- Navigation log.

Basically every ship will have it, used to record dates, wind direction, weather, and major events of the day. Zhang Heng now wants to know the exact time and basic condition of the ship. The sailing log is undoubtedly the best choice.

He spread the log on the table, and three minutes later, with a loud rumble, the hull suddenly rocked violently.

Zhang Heng almost fell to the ground. When he stood up and pulled open a small curtain, he saw a huge gunshot opening.

Zhang Heng immediately closed the curtains. He knew that there was not much time left for him. Combining the two ships meant entering the docking phase. With the armed forces on the merchant ship, the battle was not expected to take too long.

However, what Zhang Heng is looking for is almost there. It is now 1712, if he recalls correctly, when Spain's succession war to the 1701 throne was swept away, and Britain acquired a number of Spanish overseas colonies through a series of treaties to become the new maritime hegemony. At the same time, it was the most active era for pirates.

The merchant ship on which he was travelling, originally planned to take a fleece from London to Boston for sale, and then to bring the locally produced tobacco back to England for sale, led to an unfortunate pirate attack on him as he approached his destination. He could not lose sight of each other. The captain, who had originally served in the Royal Navy, intended to fight a war to protect the goods and his honour.

However, judging by the outcry from above, his plan did not go smoothly.

In addition, Zhang Heng also found the location of New Providence on the chart of the voyage on his desk, in the north-central Bahamas, and Nassau, a small town on the north coast of New Providence.

Zhang Heng also wanted to look at it again, but there was no time left. The pirates were likely to come down from the top at any time. Zhang Heng knew he could no longer stay. He put the log back in the drawer and quickly left the captain's room.

He intended to go back to his place, but halfway changed his mind. Zhang Hengxian came to the kitchen and hid [Lucky Rabbit's Feet], [Hunter's Blessings] and [Arrow of Paris] under a wooden plank. However, when he came out of the kitchen, he ran into two people face to face.

One of them fled in the front and the other chased in the back.

The man who escaped was hit by Zhang Heng and fell to the ground. The man behind him was obviously not a crew member on the boat. He had a bloody hand axe in his hand. He looked at the fat man on the ground who was crying and climbing forward, and a bloodthirsty color flashed in his eyes. When he saw Zhang Heng standing on the other side, he was more excited than panicking.

But he didn't expect the other party to move faster than him, Zhang Heng did not hesitate, a karate cushion side kick, directly kicked the hand axe in bald hands.

But the fist of the latter also came quickly, Zhang Heng reached out and put down this fist. As a result, his arm became numb with shock, and the bald head opposite him was nothing. He grinned and smiled, but he had already pulled out the dagger in his waist again.

Zhang Heng realizes that he may be in trouble. Close combat is not his strength. From that punch, he can also feel the power gap between the two sides. Frontal warfare He is not an opponent of the pirate in front of him, I'm afraid.