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Its hull is covered with parasites such as corals, graptolites, sea squirts, etc. Every time it is hit by a shell, the ship will emit pale fluorescence, and the seaweed entwined on the mast will sway in varying degrees.Suo Zhongwu felt that the ghost ship must be demonstrating, using this fantasy emoji pack to ridicule the helpless mortals.

Opening a group of ridicules will surely pull hatred. The members of the fleet are firing no matter how far or near, and the artillery deck keeps emitting muzzle flames.The "Mingwei Xianxin" did not stop firing, and all the tubes that could be fired were pulled out, including the field artillery of the rear soldiers.However, the shooting frequency of the artillery group assembled by the navy is basically getting slower and slower. As for the hit rate, there is a time difference of one hundred and eight thousand miles from the first day of the day. The gun group fired at a distance. Missed.

The human factor is secondary to this kind of basket. The key problem is that the artillery cannot be carried.The navy has been rumbling for a whole day. If the rate of fire is not slowed down and the charge reduction is used, naval gun blasting accidents will definitely happen one after another.

Suo Zhongwu is usually cautious, and now he dares not to be big.He left only one loader, and sent the fatter one out to do chores, mainly to clean the surrounding corpses, so as not to be slipped by the sticky carrion during hand-to-hand combat./When you run into a jumper, you can last about five minutes here?Maybe eight minutes——/

Following the north wind, a petite battleship suddenly came into view.It is the "Prison Gate", the lightest tonnage rocket siege ship in the fleet, the "Prison Gate". She proudly hung the full flag and lit all the lights. The thin hull without even the artillery deck was like participating in a celebration. The same bright and splendid, the stern tower is constantly firing signal flares into the sky, sending the same message to the fleet.

Suo Zhongwu hasn't learned the full-light signal, so he can't do real-time translation.But the crew of the "Prison Gate" had already called out the news.They gathered on the deck, roaring chants, singing ballads, and playing various musical instruments in a rugged voice, leaving the last words of life:

"Farewell! For the sake of the minister, for the father!"

Suo Zhongwu understood what the "Prison Gate" wanted to do.But he was too late to stop, and everyone was too late to stop.Facing the huge mountain-like "Long Zun", the small boat puffed up its sails and hit the side without hesitation. The square bow was centered on the midship of the ghost ship, and it shattered on the spot.

The impact caused the stern of the "Prison Gate" to rise high, and patted towards the port side of the ghost ship.The "Long Zun" seemed not to care about this, and its course did not change. Obviously, it did not hit the rocket siege ship.After all, the tonnage of the "Prison Gate" is so small that a full impact can only destroy the hull of the wreckage, and cannot damage the hull under layers of protection.

However, the power of the cargo carried by the "Prison Gate" is completely another level.It was loaded with a total of 450 30-jin siege rockets, each of which had six-jin warhead charges and three-jin propulsion black powder, which was basically not consumed in previous battles.

The black powder alone is enough to open a skylight on the battleship, not to mention twice the warhead charge.The textbooks of the ship-to-ship workshop are clearly written. Those explosives are the latest collodion developed by Linyuan Zhou Gongcao, which is ten times more powerful than black powder!

"Stay down!"

Suo Zhongwu put his hands around his mouth and warned Hariata and the crew.This is also the only thing he can do.After a second, a certain dead man may have set fire to the ammunition depot.It may also be that the captain of the "prison gate" prepared the fuse in advance. The moment the siege ship fell back to the surface, the ship body suddenly exploded violently that shocked the world, and the unstoppable momentum seemed to ignite at sea. The second sun.

The dazzling light illuminates the vision, and even makes Suo Zhongwu temporarily blind.An unprecedented loud hammer entered the ear canal, instantly silenced one eardrum, and warm liquid gurgled down the earlobe.The shock wave engulfed countless wrecks and roared and swept across the Quartet ships. The "Mingwei Xianxin" was like two hundred shotguns at close range. The freeboard was nailed with fragments, and the huge hull leaned dangerously to the right.

Suo Zhongwu lay on the deck with his arms on his chest and his mouth wide open. With the skills he learned earlier in the army, he survived this powerful wave.The half of the body facing the bulwark was painful as if being run over by a road roller, the lungs were knocked out of all the air, and even the heartbeat became a little unstable.

He felt that he should stand up and quickly clarify a bunch of things that should be confirmed, but his buzzing brain just refused to do serious things.The ghost knew what was going on. He suddenly became interested in a certain diaphragm in his trouser pocket. Is it a coin?Or a seal?Or a gold and silver tube that pretends to be a confession?

Spicy and hot smoke came, choking him into a violent cough, and helped him clear up his cranky thoughts by the way.Suo Zhongwu held his breath. He only felt that his head weighed 10,000 tons and his neck had become a thin ice-cream stick. It would "click" and break with a little effort; the skull was now a cranial drum, and it kept ringing. Stop, the pain was like electric current piercing through the bone marrow, making him just want to shoot himself.

/But at least I still have my life, at least I still feel pain consciously."Prison Gate", you are good.You guys are so good!/

In a minute, maybe a hundred years later, Suo Zhongwu finally gritted his teeth and got up.With the bright yellow light of the whale oil lamp, he could see clearly the deck of the Mingwei Xianxin, on which sailors and soldiers lay all over it. Most of them were groaning in pain, and the rest did not recover.

The condition of his own gun crew was a little better, the two loaders were sitting one by one and lying down, both sane and sane.Suo Zhongwu pulled them up one by one, then stabilized his neck with his hands, and carefully raised his head-this action almost killed him half his life, but it was still rewarding.He saw the masts, chimneys, and the numerous scars on the bridge, as well as a few staggered figures in the cab. One of them was extra spacious, and only Lao Kui could match the number.

/Standing upright and not falling down halfway, it shouldn't be a big deal./

Suo Zhongwu confirmed the safety of the eighth uncle, and then looked away.He rubbed his temples, limped to the foremast, and reached out his right hand to Hariata."Brothers, it's okay." He looked at his friend's eyes, without caring at all, letting the words flow out of his mouth:

"The bridge is okay. Mate Hariata, please give instructions!"

Harry Hatta grinned, grasped Suo Zhongwu's wrist tightly and generously, and stood up from the corpse again.