At this time, the first mate, who was full of joy, walked onto the deck with the captain's three-cornered hat. Although there was still fresh blood on it, he put it firmly on his head and would not take it off even if he said anything! Relying on his status as the only one with some connection to the East India Company, he finally got his wish and was elected captain just now! Now the crew is electing a new first mate. As the captain, he has no right to participate in the next election, nor the right to nominate or vote, so he goes on deck first. 【Read full text】
The new captain didn't notice Zhang Yang standing on the side of the stern of the sailboat. He walked up to the stern with great satisfaction, stood behind the wheel, and gently stroked the ship that he used most of the time, but owned. But not my own magical wheel. Now, you are finally mine! He carefully rubbed every copper nail of the wheel rudder with his hands. Every small gap became his own. The feeling was indeed different! This ship has become like my own body!
After forty years of life, the first mate finally felt that he had reached the top.
Regarding Naples' death, he now began to feel that it was a good thing...the best thing possible!
He stood up straight and looked around the ocean around the ship. This is mine... Huh? He rubbed his eyes, what was that?
"What is that!!" he shouted, looking in the direction of the stern of the boat. The small boat that had just rowed out more than thirty meters was being quickly thrown away as the "Bonata" set sail! "How could I let you run away!" He said through gritted teeth as he looked at Lu Yuan and his group of Eastern slaves above. Although it is good that Naples is dead, it would be even better to avenge him! This can completely establish one's authority and allow one to remain captain for a long time, rather than a "wartime transition."
They haven't come up yet? Very good!
"Sailor! Come here! Get the cannon ready! Damn it! Where are all the people! Sailor!"
Then he saw Zhang Yang standing beside the stern of the ship with his head downcast! Ha ha. This is a fool left behind by those Orientals! That must be the case!
"You! Come here! What are you looking at! Dongfang guy! It's you!" The first mate simply turned the steering wheel and turned the ship towards the wind. He ran down and gave the order to Zhang Yang himself. "Get me a cannon right now! Aim there! That boat!"
"What did you say? I don't understand..." Zhang Yang pretended to be confused and shouted in Chinese loudly. He just didn't get on the boat, but he didn't plan to die here! According to his own estimation, the probability of the ship escaping pursuit was as high as 80%. That way, as long as nothing happens, his safety can be guaranteed. The worst case scenario is to become a slave. He believes that since he is so brave in sacrifice, when everyone settles down, someone will remember him and come back to save him! Even if not all people, certainly not all of them are white-eyed wolves, at least that Ye Zi is worthy of belief. Lu Yuan did not abandon Cheng Yuyue before, so it is also worthy of belief! And meow Jiang Wan...
So Zhang Yang has made up his mind, no matter how hard it is, he must persevere! It’s not bad to get the achievement “From Slave to General”! What if I get another "goddess rescue** silk"... I'll be excited.
But to achieve this goal, the first condition is that everyone can escape. Otherwise, who will save him? !
So, he pretended to be speechless and tried to get by. Unfortunately, the tragedy here is that the Lord God has no intention of creating barriers in language communication to make the world more difficult. So he said this in Chinese. It was faithfully translated to the new captain... and then tragedy struck!
"Bang" Zhang Yang felt his mind go blank, and he was punched hard on the chin and flew out! When he hit the poop and fell, he opened his mouth tremblingly and spat out a mouthful of blood and several teeth! Just when he groaned and wanted to get up, a short musket was pressed against his head!
The new captain shouted in his ear word by word: "Oriental man! Listen, either I will kill you now! Or prepare cannons for me and sink them! Do you understand?!"
Zhang Yang shuddered subconsciously, looked at the musket pointed at his head, and could only struggle to stand up. Walk towards the deck gun that was originally operated. Just when he was sweating in pain and trying to pull the cannon back little by little, the first mate poked him again with the cannon. Zhang Yang raised his head in confusion and looked at the white guy who had just become the captain. He looked like Nicolas Cage, so he was definitely not a good guy at first glance!
"What?!" He dropped the gun rope he was dragging back. He used his free hand to rub the wound on his chin to relieve the severe pain.
He saw the white guy baring his big tawny teeth and showing a vicious smile. The white guy pointed at the huge stern cannon at the stern of the ship and said, "Use that one!"
Zhang Yang was stunned. Even if the first mate pointed his musket at him again, he gritted his teeth and remained motionless! "Bang!" The first mate punched him in the stomach unceremoniously, causing him to kneel on the deck and retching. This suddenly aroused the otaku's blood! "Fuck you!" Zhang Yang roared in anger and rushed over with his head lowered! But how could he, a black iron-level newcomer with no enhancements, defeat a silver-level officer? He was easily kicked over and then beaten severely! After several times, the bruised Zhang Yang finally gave up the resistance. Under the threat of the gun, he tremblingly walked up to the stern of the ship and operated the huge stern cannon!
At this time, Zhang Yang no longer knew what to do. He had exhausted all the ways he could think of. If he persisted, the only way left was to be beaten to death.
The small cannon on the deck was used just now.
Because the center of gravity of the whole ship cannot be too high, the caliber of the guns on the open deck is usually smaller than that on the gun deck. The gun deck of this ship uses 24-pound guns, which is reduced to 18-pound guns on the open deck. The power of the 18-pound cannon was average. As long as Zhang Yang deliberately hit it randomly, unless it hit directly, it would not pose much of a threat to the landing craft.
But the huge 32-pound cannon is different. Originally, this cannon was used to deal with ships chasing behind. The goal was to solve the problem with one shot. Because it is on the center line of the ship, parallel to the keel, there is no need to worry too much about recoil. The power of this specially-made cannon is much greater than those of ordinary 32-pound cannons!
Not to mention a direct hit, this artillery hit the seawater within ten meters of the small boat, and the waves it raised were enough to capsize the small boat! Now the boat has only sailed out for more than thirty meters. The safe range is to deviate from the target by at least twenty meters. This special artillery is nearly four tons including the gun mount, and it is installed on a semi-fixed guide rail... Damn, how should I operate it? There are so many talents!
But the first mate didn't allow him to think too much. He took a gun and forced him to bring in the shells, clean the barrel, load the gunpowder, pound it with wooden sticks, load the shells, insert the fuse, and then push the gun back. With trembling hands and feet, Zhang Yang completed the work that six people had to do by himself as standardly and as slowly as possible. It took ten minutes... But after he finished all this, the boat still did not run out of the 100-meter range... because of the big The mate has already cooperated with the wheel steering to adjust the boat to a downwind position, and grab the windward of the boat! A small boat is nothing compared to a sailboat with sails! It's just a landing craft, why don't you do this?
The first mate relied on his skillful sailing skills to complete all this without the cooperation of the sailor. In the blink of an eye, he shortened the distance between the boat and the boat to between thirty and forty meters, and placed it in front of the boat. The best place to shoot...
Zhang Yang looked at the arranged artillery in despair, but he couldn't resist at all!
During the entire loading process, the special 32-pound gun itself weighed more than 3 tons. Whenever the gun body needed to be moved, the adjutant would stretch out his thick right arm and pull or push, and the gun would obediently reach the corresponding position. Position, what kind of strength is this? ! Zhang Yang didn't even have the chance to grab the musket and then resist! And after he set up the gun position, the white first mate adjusted the gun position again so that it could point better at the boat! What does this mean? This shows that the white pervert doesn’t need to show off at all, he can do it all by himself! I ordered Zhang Yang to do this just because I wanted to watch the Orientals kill the Orientals! This cruel pervert!
Zhang Yang glared at him with bloodshot eyes.
The white man put the gun to his head again, tilted his head, "Light up!" the white man ordered, with an excited smile on his face!
"What?" Zhang Yang asked numbly.
"I said!" He held the musket against Zhang Yang's head with a ferocious look on his face, "Fucking start the fire!"
"Okay..." Zhang Yang still replied numbly.
He raised his head and looked at the small boat that seven people were rowing hard! For a moment, Zhang Yang admitted that he was moved, crazy, and had a huge urge to blast them all into the sea with a cannon! Why? Why don't I kill you, I will die! Why can you run to freedom, but I have to stay in hell? Why should I act like a hero instead of letting the seniors drive Lu Yuan and Zhuo Xiaoji out? ! Why should I choose these, while you... just wait to choose?
Zhang Yang looked away from the boat. He glanced at the deck of the "Bonata" blankly, and finally focused on the white man's face. The white guy signaled again. It would take some time for the Galen battleship to catch up. In fact, he was not in a hurry at all. He was very excited to appreciate Zhang Yang's struggle and numbness.
Zhang Yang did not use a torch. He tremblingly took out a disposable lighter and a box of Yuxi cigarettes with only one remaining cigarette. He clicked on the lighter and lit the cigarette he had brought from that world.
The first mate didn't force him, but hurriedly grabbed the disposable lighter and played with it excitedly.
Zhang Yang took a deep drag on the cigarette and threw down the empty cigarette box. He felt that... he should think about the past, such as the movies he had seen before his eyes... Unfortunately, in front of him, apart from watching movies, playing games, forums, and following new shows... he just masturbated. He could think about it... When I wake up, I always see scenes of sitting in front of the computer... I have no family, no friends, and no girlfriend. Isn't this kind of life too sad?
Phew, he exhaled a long stream of smoke, then, that's it!
Zhang Yang put the cigarette butt on the fuse and lit it! The line of fire began to burn rapidly.
Zhang Yang carefully, even a little stingily, smoked the last remaining cigarette.
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