Several unlucky British gunners fell down with a terrifying roar.

Captain Morris looked at the scene where the two 8-pound cannons were destroyed and the gunners were killed and injured. Compared with the luxurious firepower of 12 cannons on each side of the ship, there were only 5 cannons on one side of his ship, and the caliber was pitifully small. The largest cannon was just 12-pound cast iron cannons, and the other four were all 8-pound, 6-pound and other goods, which was very disadvantageous when firing, not to mention that two of them have been scrapped now...

Captain Morris was also a cruel man who had been in the Caribbean for many years. He robbed many Spanish merchant ships. Later, he took advantage of the king's amnesty to return to England with the wealth accumulated over the years, and started a tobacco trade between the colonies and the locals through some old relationships.

Now the "Prosperity" three-masted Garen ship and the part of the sugar loaded on the ship are most of his property, and he cannot withstand the blow of losing the ship. Therefore, at the critical moment, he also took his flintlock pistol, and rushed to the deck with his first mate, second mate and other officers.

The sailors in the rudder cabin pushed the control bars hard under the roar of the long navigator, and the "Full" clumsyly leaned towards the "Red Trout"; the sailors on the deck tried to control the rotation of the sail truss, but they were soon killed and injured by the dense shells on the opposite side.

"Idiot! Go up! Go up!" The sailor was on the deck and shouted loudly. The distance between the two ships was only fifty or sixty meters short, but the artillery fire speed of the people on the east coast was too fast, and the dense iron-breaking pieces and steel balls made it impossible for people to stand on the deck. The sailor who controlled the sail truss had killed and injured twenty people, the sails lost control, and the distance between the two ships was once again widened.

Morris slapped the deck off the ship with hatred. The number and rate of fire of the gunboat that came out of nowhere were amazing. Within ten minutes of the fire exchange, two cannons had been destroyed on his ship, and nearly thirty sailors were killed and injured, and even two officers were injured.

How can I hold so many cannons? Are you not afraid of the high center of gravity capsizing?! Captain Morris roared in his heart. The crew of all the sailors who could move were less than forty, and it seemed that they were scared by the enemy's precise and fierce fire. God, let them meet the "Lemon" behind them. Captain Morris sighed in his heart, they were all old brothers who had been with him for many years. Today, there were so many casualties and injuries. It was a big loss!

However, his bad luck had not passed. The Beagle gunboat, which followed closely behind the "Red Trout", plowed the deck of the "Prosperity" with ten cannons on the port side again, and several sailors were injured. What made Captain Morris even more frightened was that the second and third floors of the stern building were hit by more than a dozen iron bullets in succession, and both the external buildings and the interior decoration were beaten to a mess. At this moment, he couldn't help but be extremely glad that he did not stay inside but went to the deck to command the battle. At the same time, he also prayed for the fate of the second mate and the navigator who stayed in the bridge.

The figure of the "Prosperity" is gradually swallowed up by thick fog.

Guo Zili stood in the bridge, and his telescope had long been thrown aside. The visibility was so poor that it was not much different if there was a telescope. While in the upper hand, the three ships of the opponent were easily left behind by his side. Moreover, after the previous exchange of fire, he had probably figured out the enemy's firepower. Each ship had only about 10-14 artillery pieces, less than half of his own. Such poor firepower made Guo Zili wonder whether to buy them back and compete with them.

Forget it, the other party has many ships and many people. The visibility at sea is so poor that when they find each other, they are within 100 meters. If they are blocked by someone, it will not be fun to kill them. Every sailor on his boat is a precious naval seed, and it is a pity to die here in vain.

So, it’s better to take advantage of the thick fog to retreat and quickly find the main fleet. Just as Guo Zili was thinking, the first mate Ding Wei’s slightly panicked voice came over: “Ship! There are two ships in front! They fired!”

"What?!" Guo Zili was shocked. As soon as he finished speaking, several shells on the sea in front of the right roared over a short 100-meter distance and smashed hard on the deck of the "Red Trout". Two army soldiers holding flintlock rifles were injured by wood chips.

The ship doctor and two ambulance workers quickly brought the medicine box to rescue him. Fortunately, the wound was not big. The wounds of the two Army soldiers were washed with alcohol and tied with hemostasis bandages and were basically fine. The two minor wounded men cursed and pushed away the ship doctor who asked them to rest in the bottom cabin, insisting on staying on the deck to fight.

Several masts appeared faintly on the sea ahead, and one of them was also hung with the cross flag of St. George.

"Grass! British man!" Guo Zili and Ding Wei cursed almost at the same time.

This is a problem! There are three British ships behind the side and two British ships in front. The sky knows what is hidden in the thick fog around it. Did he encounter the British fleet? It shouldn't be that these seem to be merchant ships, not warships.

At this time, Guo Zili really missed the "August 10" battleship that had lost contact. If this large warship with 66 artillery was in this battle, he would be confident that he would send all the British ships under the sea.

But...ah, Guo Zili sighed heavily. People are unlucky and can even get stuck in their teeth by drinking cold water. Who would have thought that they would encounter strong winds and fogs all night, and then they would have met the British dramatically in the fog and exchanged fire.

"The army musketeers are ready for combat, spearmen and grenadiers are wearing armor!" Guo Zili ordered, "The navigator is full of the rudder, along the upwind, bypassing the left side of the British, and strive to get out of the battle."

It’s time to go, and it’s useless to think too much. Let’s get through before talking. Guo Zili’s orders, and the middle and low-level officers who had been standing in the bridge before dispersed and went to the deck to command.

The two British armed merchant ships were already very close at this time, and the noisy roars and rude yells and scoldings on the other ships could be clearly heard.

"Boom! Boom!" The artillery of both sides launched an attack. Since the British ships were against the enemy with bows, and each of them had only ten artillery pieces on each ship, the combined total was not as good as one here, so the British suffered a great loss in the artillery battle. However, things always happened unexpectedly.

"Captain, the sail surface of the Beagle was broken by a chain bullet!" The lookout hand shouted at the top of his lungs.

Guo Zili was shocked. The speed of the sail surface would decrease if it was broken, and it would be dangerous at this time.

The Beagle is a medium-sized warship with a small displacement, with 24 guns of various types. At this time, the mainmast midsail and upper sail were hit by chain bombs shot from the British ship, and the sail surface was damaged on a large scale. The two sail foot cables were also broken by the shells, and the wind-receiving area of ​​the sail surface was also reduced a lot. In short, her ship speed dropped to 2 knots.

"Turn! You can't leave the Beagle! The navigator is the leader, turn left, everyone goes to the deck, beat the British hard, and cover the brothers on the Beagle behind to break through!" Guo Zili and Chen Tumu had a deep friendship. If he turned around and left at this moment, he might be able to escape with the help of the fog, but the Beagle is finished. His conscience cannot allow him to issue such an order. What's more important is that Chen Tumu and others may be captured by the British, and many things that are related to time travel may not be concealed.

Therefore, he could not leave the Beagle in public or private.

The "Red Trout" had two bow guns, two stern guns, and 12 starboard guns fired violently at a British ship heading forward. At the same time, 12 port guns opened fire on a British ship leaning towards the "Beagle" in an effort to relieve the pressure on Chen Tumu. The smoke of the gun fire did not dissipate for a long time, and for a time, the visibility on the sea surface became increasingly lower.

After several rounds of shells, the 400-ton British armed merchant ship "Warrior" dragged his broken body and hit the port side of the "Beagle" with his broken body. The two ships leaned tightly together. The British sailors cheered and hooked the beagle's side with hooks, and then the first jumping helpers crawled over with light swords on the waist under the cover of musketeers on the deck, following the rope net between the two ships. Behind them, more British sailors quickly followed under the command of the officers.

On the Beagle, Chen Tumu looked at the scene in front of him with a pale complexion. In the past few naval battles, he had always bullied the enemy with his advantage in terms of range, rate of fire and accuracy at sea. Unexpectedly, in a heavy fog, his ship actually let the enemy rely on help!

What should I do? Chen Tumu, who encountered this situation for the first time, was a little confused.

"Pillower!" Seeing that Chen Tumu had not passed the order for a long time, the Navy Lieutenant John Ston was a little anxious. Soon he ignored the orders of the captain. The English man in his thirties was wearing a breastplate, a saber on his waist, and holding a flintlock pistol loaded with ammunition in his right hand, rushed to the deck to command the battle.

More than twenty sailors wore breastplates and arm armor, holding 3-meter spears and stabbed them hard at the British sailors who were crawling over. The British sailors were between rope nets and were unable to move. For a moment, five or six people were stabbed by spears and screamed and fell into the sea.

"Bang! Bang!" The convex gunmen on the deck of British ships fired a volley. The arc-surfaced steel armor on the spearmen could not stop the musket shooting at such a close range, and many spearmen were knocked down on the deck.
Chapter completed!