220 Distressed to the point of being unable to breathe
After telling the knights to be vigilant, Leonardo returned to the bridge. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Bolu holding a trash can and his head completely buried in the trash can.
He glanced around curiously: "There has been no fighting here. What's wrong with him?"
Hearing his voice, Polu finally raised his head. His face was pale and his eyes were dull.
Leonardo lowered his head:
"Aren't you in the bridge? Why are you still vomiting so much?"
Bolu suddenly lowered his head again and made a sound of retching.
"What's going on?"
He looked around, but Stonewall just shook his head and showed a look of contempt. Seeing that Polu had lost the ability to answer, Zhu Yiwei had to stand up: "Just now Polu suddenly had a sudden impulse and went to the mizzen mast to look at the armor.
As for the energy-gathering tower, I just happened to see you firing at the infantry coming up. Yes, it was when you were shooting at the ramp."
Leonardo squatted down and patted him on the back: "It's not like you've never seen a battlefield before. Why did you vomit so much this time?"
Bolu forcibly raised his head again: "I have seen battlefields, but this is the first time I have seen such a cruel one. I am not too scared of corpses and wounds, but I am not afraid of being beaten directly into a pile of minced meat...
vomit."
Having said this, the horrific scene appeared in his mind again, and the uncontrollable urge to vomit controlled him again!
Leonardo stood up: "Slowly vomiting, I got used to it after vomiting. It's a bit nauseating, and even I can't stand it. The machine gun and avalanche at close range, this scene is really a bit..."
His expression seemed to take a little effort to restrain a certain impulse. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something:
"Zhu Yiwei, he vomited like this, why didn't you react?"
"Don't mention it! She took a shot of her mechanized mind as soon as the gunshots were fired, and she still refused to give it to me!"
Zhu Yiwei nodded, admitting Polu's statement.
"You really don't want to give him one too?"
"It would be a more advantageous choice to let him adapt to the cruel battlefield in this safe place."
"What about you?"
"We mages don't need to adapt to such a tragic scene."
Boru: "...Machine, machine!"
No longer counting on free mental immunity, Bolu stood up. The faint smell of blood penetrated directly into the bridge. If he didn't try to distract himself, the random thoughts in his mind would not stop at all. Then
The scene was really shocking. After all, people who grew up in peacetime could not bear such a cruel scene.
"Did anyone finally surrender?"
"No, they lined up and couldn't hold on. By the time they tried to hold on, everyone was dead."
"Then aren't we blind again? It's like this every time, just come up and beat you without any idea."
Polu asked with a grimace:
"In the end, it was solved like chopping melons and vegetables? If the hand-to-hand combat ability is so poor, then why did they pay such a high price to attack?"
Leonardo had a different opinion:
"Actually, it's not a big deal. We just happened to be on the ship, so it didn't seem like enough. Let alone an ordinary cargo ship. Even if there are a few ordinary mages and mage guards on board to escort them, their configuration is more than enough. If we come this time
It is still a small gunboat. Judging from the previous personnel configuration of the small gunboat, they still have a chance. It can even be said that they have a high chance of success - the small gunboat is only equipped with attendants, and they cannot defeat the few people who capsized aboard in the end.
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"Okay...then do we have any losses?"
"Loss? What loss?"
"Is anyone injured? How much damage is done to the hull?"
"Oh, no one was hurt. It would be a shame if anyone got hurt."
Leonardo waved his hand indifferently: "There is nothing serious about the hull. If there is a serious problem, it is probably that the ammunition has been used up."
"Hmm. What is the use of light..."
When he heard that it was nothing serious, Polu was already distracted. He just responded casually and was stunned for a moment before realizing it.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean it's all used up?"
Polu picked his ears.
"Can you tell me clearly, which weapon has run out of ammunition?"
"The ammunition depot, including the main guns, secondary guns and machine guns on the rear deck, is almost all gone. Only half of the forward main gun is left."
Polu only felt that his vision went dark, and the joy of victory had completely disappeared. It seemed that an invisible big hand was holding his throat, and he could hardly speak. It took him a long time to tremble and hum: "One gun 300
There are 600 rounds of artillery shells in one turret, and they are all used up? In April Rain, each turret has thousands of rounds of ammunition, and although the machine gun does not have a special ammunition depot, it is quite a lot, but I have all used it up?"
He almost fainted for a moment! It was so satisfying to watch the rapid-fire cannon lick the boat. After the cannon was finished and the bill was calculated, it was really a punch in the face, no, maybe a lot of punches! It was still the kind of Tyson punch!
"How big is the ammunition depot? How can it be lighted? It's not used to hit people, right?"
"It's just like firing it off. If it's fired, just plug it in. If it's fired, just plug it in."
Leonardo shrugged, as if he didn't really care about how many shells were fired.
Polu leaned back on the chair with a bitter look on his face, thinking in his mind: "If you say a few words, will they continue firing at this rate of fire? They will only fire one round every five seconds... the secondary battery
Also, assuming that it takes 5 seconds to break the shield of a small boat and 10 seconds to strafe, each barrel fires three rounds per second, and a turret projects 12 rounds per second. In 15 seconds, a small boat needs to project more than 180 rounds of secondary guns.
Artillery shells, plus the overlapping firepower of three turrets on the same side...this does not include the test firing part to test the advance!"
"The damage efficiency is quite high, these knights are quite accurate!?"
If you think about it carefully, the size of a 55-gun shell is similar to a red wine bottle, and a 20-gun shell is about a circle thicker than a Sichuan sausage. A 600-bottle of red wine takes up a lot of space. But before the extreme rate of fire of less than five seconds,
How long can a single gun last with 300 rounds? How long can a 20-gun gun with 1,000 rounds last?
Although we have tried our best to occupy more space in the ammunition depot, these things themselves cannot be compressed in any way. And if you shoot so much in one breath, the life of the barrel may be exhausted!
I feel so distressed that I can’t breathe!
Polu had no choice but to forcefully change the topic.
"Aren't they tired of filling in like this all the time?"
"Why are you tired? The shells are so light. You can easily insert them into the turret with one hand, right hand and left hand. It's very fast. You don't even break a sweat after shooting."
"..."
Polu was speechless.
What is sprayed out, not to mention money, at least is all mining and processing man-hours!
For the first time, he intuitively understood the saying that modern warfare is all about logistics. His belief as a fundamentalist in kinetic energy weapons was suddenly shaken!
For the first time, I feel the necessity of energy weapons!
At least it can be used as a very useful supplement when hitting targets with naked armor!
"It is true that the effect of spraying steel out like this is really good, but I can't forget it. If I continue to calculate it like this, my heart...! The navy is really a gold-eating monster! In addition, the damage to the hull... said
The boat is still frozen in the ice when we get up, when will we be freed?"
"Relief? Probably in a while? Reinforcements have arrived."
Zhu Yiwei's cold and emotionless voice sounded.
"when?"
"While you're holding the trash can and vomiting."