The gun body recoiled violently, and the semi-automatic wedge-type breech spit out the cartridge. It hit a baffle and made a crisp sound. Then it fell into a passage in the turret base, knocked open an outward-opening valve, and fell to the deck.
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The two loaders who were already ready held the shells taken from the loading plate with 5 shells beside them, and pushed them into the gun chamber with a gentle push. After loading, they patted the gunner on the shoulder.
, the gunner decisively stepped on the activation pedal again!
The reliability problem of the automatic loader of the rapid-fire cannon has not yet been solved. The only way to feed the ammunition is to use human flesh to load it. In the 21st century, the United States is still using Uncle Black to load the hand-operated 120. What can two knights and attendants do with the 55 cannon?
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The three rounds of shooting were completed quickly, and the ventilation fan sounded, pumping fresh air with the smell of sea water in from the top of the head. The gunner still squinted one eye and kept close to the mechanical sight, tracking the distant shadow with difficulty.
"Did it hit?"
The gunners could no longer bear it anymore. The gunner raised a hand to signal them to be quiet. He was still observing hard. He resisted the urge to blink and finally saw as he wished, a sudden rise from the side of the boat.
A string of water columns!
"Straddle fire! Alas, we had no problem aiming, but we missed. Bad luck."
He said with some regret, but still did not leave his sight.
A series of water columns rose several more times. Finally, the shield on the enemy's lead ship flashed and was shattered like a bubble! Bright fireballs rose up, and before I could shout, one after another fireballs came.
There was light on that ship!
"Hit! Hit!"
The gunner leaned over the sight and shouted loudly, and the turret erupted in cheers as if it was being fired!
Polu stood on the bridge and watched as the ship suddenly stopped, then gradually stopped, turning into a fireball floating on the sea. Someone could vaguely be seen jumping off the ship! He took the photo excitedly.
Broadcast button:
"Well done! Transfer firepower to the second big ship! Next, Turret No. 1 will choose the target and follow him to fight!"
After releasing the button, Bolu took two breaths to calm down. Then he seemed to think of something and curled his lips: "The person building the ship opposite is completely incompetent. The shield this time is so brittle that it will break with a single knock.
Is it a direct facelift? The relationship between surface area and power is not correct."
"That's not bad. You should be happy that they can't threaten us."
Zhu Yiwei replied indifferently.
"According to how fierce they were last time, I thought they would be able to get into the range of the close-in defense artillery."
Although it was perfect that the enemy was killed from a distance, it was a pity that the things he created were never used. Boru didn't need to listen to know that the militants on the April Rain turret must be cursing!
With the roar of artillery, another large ship was blown into a burning torch on the sea under concentrated fire!
"To be honest, why did their ship catch fire as soon as it was hit? Mine was just an ordinary cannonball, and it was definitely not a problem with the cannonballs. But both of them just lost their combat effectiveness and did not sink."
Polu was a little regretful: "The 55-meter cannon can clean the upper level quickly, but with this level of damage, if you want to sink it, you will have to waste a lot of shells digging for water lines. Sure enough, a large caliber still needs to be built."
"Then what do you want? To smash it into pieces with one shot? It would be a bit of a waste, right?"
Leonardo, who had already changed his clothes but still had wet hair, walked into the bridge from the normal passage.
"Polet, turn the rudder to the right, fire at the angle of the rear volley, keep this distance, and just hang on to them."
After speaking, Polu turned around and said to Leonardo, whose face was full of excitement:
"Thank you for your hard work, Captain...Why do you look so happy?"
"Hey, this time is really exciting. I haven't had this creepy feeling for a long time. The feeling of an iceberg collapsing in front of me, and the feeling of being chased by a big wave, I thought I would never come back!"
"What about losses?"
"If you hadn't always emphasized that the watertight door must be closed when entering and exiting the bottom warehouse, I think we wouldn't have been able to get back up if we fell off the wave! Everyone was dragged back. There were a lot of injuries, two legs were broken, and a lot of them were knocked off.
Young incisor, it's all a trivial matter. My transport boat was scrapped and filled with water. I also lost two avalanches. Tsk, the waves were too big and I didn't have time to catch the people. The machine gun was fine, it had been dismantled.
It’s being maintained.”
"As long as people don't have any serious problems, those things don't matter."
If you survive such a big wave and can take care of yourself, it's no big deal.
Leonardo also came to the window. He watched the Dido dragging its knife and five turrets to shoot at the big ship that was catching up. After a while, he felt a little bored:
"Your tactic is to rely on the superiority of weapons to fight like this?"
"Otherwise, Commander, if you have a shotgun in your hand, would you still be foolish enough to fight with someone with a knife?"
"No, but how do you feel about your style of play? Why is it so vulgar?"
"You can win by dragging a knife and singing a song, so why do you need to fight hand-to-hand?"
Polu shrugged.
The Dido had completely taken the initiative, and the side being held back by the Dido had a completely different feeling.
Watching the last big ship in front of him suddenly burst into flames and gradually stopping on the sea, the bald man covered in tattoos stretched out his hand, grabbed the neck of a man wearing a dirty alchemist robe, and pulled him up in front of him.
:
"Idiot! Half of the ship you built has been easily destroyed by others! Tell me, apart from wasting materials, what role does your ship play? How fast? How fast? Can you catch up if you keep this distance? Magic missiles
Attack? Damn it, are you good enough!"
Having said this, he couldn't help but slap the poor man twice, until his face was covered with blood.
The man was still arguing: "For such a big ship, it can reach this speed without sails... ah!"
The bald man punched him in the face, and a few teeth bounced on the deck. As if he still couldn't forgive his hatred, he cursed fiercely: "Look at their ship! You are hanging a hammer from so far away.
Are you still covering the jumping gang? What kind of cover should you rely on? What gang should you jump to? Is this a shield that can be broken with one hit? And then jump from your own gang into the sea? Go to hell!"
He threw the Alchemist, who was already pinched and rolled his eyes, onto the deck with force, and shouted: "Everyone get on the gangplank! Abandon the ship! According to the old rules, everyone get aboard! Jump on and fight! I will take the lead! Look at me.
Flag! Kill them all!"
A bloody skull and crossbones flag was raised on the mast. This change attracted the attention of both parties.
"Your courage is commendable!"
Polu nodded, and he took over the command of the turret again: "All turrets, aim at the big ship with the skull and skull flag raised! The No. 1 turret guides the shooting, and fire when you have the right aim!"
Suddenly, Polu noticed that the people on the big boat were holding something strange, and they suddenly jumped out of the sea before being attacked!
"What's going on? You just hung such an arrogant flag, and now you're jumping into the sea?"
He turned around and looked at everyone on the bridge: "It's not such a wild flag. It actually means surrender, right?"