"Very good! This is the direction. Raise the muzzle a little higher. Pay attention, I'm going to prepare to light it!"
Soon, after the helmsman completed the turn, Little Annie ran to the other side of the deck, commanded the gunners to raise the muzzle a little too high, and after aiming at the three enemy ships that were catching up, they suddenly lit the gun. grabbed the matchlock, then trotted over to the next cannon, and then the next...
boom! boom! boom! boom!
…
The artillery on the other deck of the Dauntless roared again, and then a series of hot shells roared again, hitting the three Spanish warships in the direction of Xiangxuan.
"Attention! Shelling!!!"
On the Spanish battleship, amid the heart-rending and tragic shouts of the boatswain or first mates, the soldiers or sailors began to hide in seemingly safe places.
As soon as he finished speaking, before the sailors and soldiers had time to find a bunker to hide, another round of artillery shells came crashing down. This time they were lucky, only three or five shells hit the entire fleet, destroying the fleet. It was just a bit of the hull, and most of the other cannonballs failed. They were just in vain, smashing high water columns on the sea around the fleet.
Their boat speed... is that fast? How can this be?
Hilton didn't pay attention to the cannonballs that were whizzing towards him. It was useless to dodge them. As long as the solid cannonballs were hit accurately, even if they were hiding behind the bulkhead, they would still be dead. If they missed, they would still be dead if they were standing. It's fine.
He just stared blankly at the opponent's battleship, which was bloated but extremely agile. He even saw the English on the opponent's hull. It seemed to be the Dauntless ship near Port Royal?
How could it run so fast? This completely goes against the laws of nature! Could it be that they British guys made some kind of deal with the devil? So, why is this ship so fast?
Now, after the opponent has finished firing the shells here, the artillery on the other side will probably be loaded, right? Now, are they going to start accelerating and turning the other side of the deck towards their side?
"Hurry up! Helmsman, turn around and keep your distance. I'm going to use the artillery here again!"
On the Dreadnought, after Little Annie fired all the cannons and saw that the effect of the bombardment was not very good, she ran to the other side of the deck and loudly gave orders to the helmsman.
Sure enough, it turned around again...
Commander Hilton saw that the opponent suddenly began to accelerate, and soon turned the other side of the deck to face the side of his fleet. Their gun muzzles were already aimed at his three ships. After bursts of sparks and gunpowder smoke, , countless artillery shells, once again hit the head and face.
…
"Raise the white flag, let us...surrender..."
After enduring countless bombardments from the other side, the Spanish fleet finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Soon, under the orders of the flagship commander, they raised the white flag symbolizing unconditional surrender on top of their battered hull.
"This... I must be dreaming, right?"
This small fleet of my own, inexplicably, finally lost in a three-on-one battle with smooth sailing...
They couldn't even touch each other with a single shell...
Hilton stood on the bridge of his flagship with a dull look on his face, and was speechless for a long time as he watched the Dauntless approaching at high speed after nimbly drawing a circle.
Today, this encounter was the most frustrating battle in his more than ten years of naval career after Hilton became the captain, bar none! He had never thought that one day, one of his own fleets would be circled by an enemy warship to control the distance, and would be beaten to the point of being unable to fight back, and would have to surrender?
In the previous battle, they had been kept at a distance by the Dreadnought, kiting and circling in various ways. No matter what, they could not catch up with each other. In the end, in despair, they were sunk by someone alive. A battleship!
The remaining two battleships, after seeing that there was no hope of victory, could only hoist the white flag and declare surrender under Hilton's order. Now, they had lowered the anchor and lowered the boat, intending to rescue the crew of the warship that had been ordered to abandon ship.
"Gentlemen, we tried our best, but unfortunately, God seems to have abandoned us..."
Hilton looked at the officers behind him who looked sad and angry, and sighed helplessly.
In Hilton's view, what the other party did was just like cheating! Forget about the range that is several times higher than that of ordinary artillery. He can attribute these to the latest weapons of the British. New weapons, it is understandable that they can shoot farther!
However, the bloated and fat body of the Dreadnaught battleship can actually run at such a high speed. What is going on? No matter how superb their helmsman skills are, and no matter how full their helmsman talent is, they still can't run that fast, right? Their battleship actually drifted like an ordinary light reconnaissance battleship. What was going on?
Also, who can tell him: Why can the sails of the Dreadnaught still swell in the opposite direction and rush toward them downwind at high speed when the other party is facing a headwind? The opponent's speed is actually faster than my own with the wind? This simply goes against the rules of nature, okay? Isn't this cheating? And he is simply cheating like crazy!
Don't talk about new-style sails. No matter how good the sail is, it can't run that fast against the wind!
Looking at the whole world, is there any ship like this one? Even the rumored magical battleship of Red Beard cannot be like this, right? Is it a devil's ship that escaped from hell? Is this world still reasonable?
well……
However, a defeat is a defeat, no matter how much you talk or complain.
Looking at the abandoned warship in the distance, with its hull still floating and burning on the sea, Hilton closed his eyes in pain.
I hope that the other party can give people like myself a decent ending, right?
The great Spanish Royal Squadron was once again defeated by the shameless British. Moreover, even when the other party only had one ship, Hilton could already imagine that when the news was returned to Spain, he would become the leader of the entire British fleet. Sinner of the empire!
...
After the two battleships stopped side by side and put the pedals on, Fleet Commander Hilton led his two adjutants to step onto the deck of the Intrepid in silence. When he saw that the other party was already waiting for him on the bridge leisurely, he He had no choice but to walk up. Soon, he walked in front of the other party and stood in front of a man who looked like the captain from his appearance.
"I am Fleet Commander Hilton. Here, on behalf of our Spanish fleet, I surrender to you! I hope you can give us fair treatment that matches our status!"
After taking a deep breath, Hilton lowered his head and handed Norrington his commander's sword in his toe-footed English.
"I'm sorry! I don't think I can accept your surrender!"
Norrington shrugged helplessly. This situation was so similar to the situation when he surrendered to the witch in the Governor's Mansion in Port Royal.
It's just that now he accepts the surrender of others, and feels a little comfort in his heart. Just a little. They are both fallen from the world. The two of them can now be said to be brothers. The senior generals of the two empires have become captured by a group of witches.
"Why don't you accept our surrender? What else do you want? We have already admitted defeat!"
Hilton's eyes widened in surprise. They have now surrendered. Their two warships have anchored and surrendered for disposal. What else do these British guys want? Do you really want to kill them all?
"I'm sorry, because it's not me who has the final say here, but this powerful witch!"
Norrington smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had not thought about how to embarrass the other party, so he quickly led the unlucky Spanish general to the witch Anne.
Because, he has experienced the same situation! Just the day before yesterday, weren't their seemingly powerful more than a thousand elite royal soldiers beaten by witches into submission? In that situation, Norrington would never feel less desperate and ashamed than the Spaniard.
"this……"
After being introduced by the British captain, Hilton looked at Anne standing aside in surprise. This little girl of about eight years old was actually the speaker? Are they witches? No way?
After turning his head to look at Norrington, who had closed his eyes and stopped talking, he could only grit his teeth, walk up to the little girl, and then solemnly bowed. Since these people were all If you don't express your position, then let this little girl have the final say, as long as these people allow them to surrender and will not kill them all.
"Please accept our surrender, respected witch!"
After saying that, Hilton solemnly handed over his sword with both hands again.
"It's so boring! You guys gave up so quickly? I haven't had enough fun yet!"
Anne curled her lips in disbelief in anger. Just now, she was enjoying the beating, and these people actually surrendered. Didn't they want to fight three against one aggressively at the beginning?
After frowning and taking Hilton's sword and playing with it twice, little Annie felt that the weapon was nothing interesting and was just a broken sword, so she threw it back.
"Forget it, just follow us after you get organized! From now on, you are my prisoners. I am going back to sleep now. Goodbye!"
After a whole day of fishing and shelling, she felt a little tired and wanted to go back to her captain's cabin to rest.
After yawning, Anne took the twin sisters and ran down the spiral stairs on both sides of the helm platform. Before walking down the last step, she seemed to have remembered something, and turned back to warn:
"Your ship will follow us to transport some treasure, and we will let you go when we come back. Don't even think about escaping, otherwise, I will definitely set fire to all your ships."
After saying that, little Annie ran directly to her captain's room and fell behind. Then the two twin sisters who followed her in closed the door of the captain's room.
"This...what is this?"
Hilton looked down at the little girl who had walked into the captain's room, and then at the sword that was thrown back in his hand. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
They came to the Dauntless this time, but they came to surrender... Now, is this over? Isn't this a bit too hasty? Is there no one to take delivery of their two ships and monitor their work? Or, wouldn't it be better to just imprison them, the defeated ones? This is in line with the formal process!
"Okay, Commander Hilton, right? In the future, I believe you will get used to it."
Norrington smiled and patted the Spanish fleet commander on the shoulder, comforting him softly:
"You should go back quickly to rectify the shipping and repair the ship. Next, you only need to follow our ship. For the rest, just pretend that nothing happened."
Originally, Norrington had been in a bad mood since he lost Port Royal and went to sea. Now, he suddenly felt that giving birth to a baby was much smoother.
Sure enough, when you are unlucky, it feels really good to suddenly have someone to accompany you when you are unlucky! So, he decided to go down to the navy room, get a bottle of good wine, and have a few drinks.
"Actually, you didn't lose unfairly. Maybe you still don't believe it. They are witches, really witches! Don't you think it's amazing?"
Jack Sparrow walked to Hilton step by step, turned around, looked at the Spanish naval senior general, and then suddenly pulled out a short-barreled musket with beautiful craftsmanship from the opponent's waist. The handle is inlaid with gold and ivory and engraved with exquisite patterns. It looks very precious and must be worth a lot of money.
"Aha! This gun is very good! Then, I will accept it. In return, I can remind you: If you want to survive, never think about escaping! Otherwise, some terrible things will happen! Qian Remember it!"
After saying that, Sparrow put the gun back into the holster on his waist, then walked below the deck and ran to an unknown cabin. He was in a good mood today and made another fortune, so he decided to go downstairs to have a drink with Norrington.
"Oh! Please! What do you want to do when you look at me like this? I am still the same as you, but I am a prisoner! Facing those witches, I am also very desperate..."
Bassab saw the Spanish officer looking at him helplessly, and waved his hands impatiently.
Captain Barbossa was still a prisoner himself, so how could he have the mood to care about the Spaniard? In the coming days, he will lead these witches to search for the treasures he has hidden for many years.
In his opinion, he was much more desperate and helpless than the Spanish officer! Not only is he cursed, and he doesn’t know when it will be released, but he is also forced by a group of greedy witches to find the treasure that he has saved for many years, and it is all his money!
