Chapter 97： Black sail articles (2) (1/2)

微 The man with a fat body wearing a triangle hat should be the captain of this ship. He is standing by the side of the ship, holding a copper telescope, and nervously looking at the enemy ship opposite.

A young man beside him has been persuading, ”Father, surrender. Our ship is not as fast as them. The number of guns is less than one-third of them. There are only fifteen guns on the ship. This battle There is no way to fight, while everything is still there ... ”

Captain glanced at his son, then turned and shouted at the sailor behind him, ”Where's the cannonball, has it been delivered ?!”

The old sailor nodded, ”Wait for your order, Captain.”

Captain Tadpole looked back at the young man again, gritted his teeth, ”Gunner, ready!”

And just after he said this, a shell just hit a filling artillery. The heavy iron cannon fell off the base and hit the two gunners behind him. With a scream, there was no more sound.

At the same time, the three-masted sailing ship with black sails accelerated sharply and rushed forward.

The captain directed the gunners on the ship to fight back, and shouted to cheer everyone up. ”Everyone stick to it. As long as they hurt them, let these **** taste our power, they will give us up and turn to the weaker prey. Let's start !!! When we get to Boston, we will pay another £ 6 each! ”

The sailors had a slightly depressed morale and were re-ignited under the reward. When the enemy ship approached and entered the range, the fifteen muskets on the ship also decisively started firing, but it was seen that they usually did not have enough time to practice. The trajectory of the bullet's flight was crooked, and most of them landed on the side of the barque of the three-masted sailing ship. Such an attack was like itching in the boots, but the fierce firepower from the opposite side returned.

After a round of salvos, nine sailors fell on their side, and the morale of the crowd finally broke down. No matter how high the reward was, it was not as important as their own lives. The sailors began to leave their weapons and fled. The captain knew that the situation had gone. He stared blankly at everything in front of him until he turned his head and found that his son was also lying on the deck.

The latter covered his chest with his hands, and blood leaked from his fingers. The captain took off his triangular hat, fell to his knees, and hugged his son in his arms, his expression blank.

At this time, Zhang Heng had already arrived in the captain's room. After seeing the three-masted sailing ship, he guessed the end of the battle, even if he joined the battle now.

The ship he is currently riding on is an ordinary British merchant ship. In order to carry as much cargo as possible to ensure profit, only 8 9-pound light artillery were installed on the ship, and the ammunition was insufficient. The three-masted sailing ship has at least 30 artillery pieces. If he didn't want to take it with people, he might be floating on the sea now.

So instead of doing unnecessary resistance on it, take advantage of this opportunity to do something meaningful.

Zhang Heng touched the captain's room while the ship was out of order at the moment. This room would have been the most closely guarded place on the ship, but now it is empty.

Zhang Heng didn't care about those valuable furnishings. Even if he took these things with him, he wouldn't be able to keep them after the pirate boarded the ship. Zhang Heng quickly walked to the wooden table on the west side and opened three in a row. The drawer finally turned over to what he was looking for.