At this time, the happy first mate walked onto the deck with the captain's triangle cap. Although there were fresh blood on it, he put it firmly on his head and said that he would not take it off! Relying on his only identity with the East India Company, he finally got the chance to be elected as his wish! Now the crew is choosing the new first mate. As the captain, he has no right to participate in the next election, nor has the right to nominate and vote, so he goes to the deck first.

The new captain did not notice Zhang Yang standing on the side of the stern of the sailboat. He walked up to the stern with pride, standing behind the wheel rudder, gently stroking this magical wheel that he used most of the time, but the ownership did not belong to him. Now, you are finally mine! He carefully rubbed each copper nail of the wheel rudder with his hand, and every small gap belonged to him, and it felt different! The ship became like his own body!

After forty years of life, the first mate finally felt that he had stood above the peak.

Now he began to think that Napoli's death was a good thing... the best thing!

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 at the stern of the boat, the boat that had just rowed out more than 30 meters, was quickly throwing away as the "Bonata" sailed! "How could you run away!" He looked at Lu Yuan and the group of Eastern slaves above and said gritting his teeth. Although it was good that Napole died, it would be better to avenge him! This can completely establish his authority and allow himself, the captain, to be on the long run, rather than a "war transition."

They haven't come up yet? That's great!

"Sailor! Come on! Prepare the cannon! Damn it! Where are the people going! Sailor!"

Then he saw Zhang Yang standing on the stern of the boat! Haha, this is a fool who was left behind by those orientals! This must be like this!

"You! Come here! What are you looking at! Oriental! It's you!" The first mate simply hit the wheel rudder, let the ship turn against the wind, ran down himself, and gave an order to Zhang Yang, "Prepare a cannon for me right away! Go aim there! That boat!"

"What did you say? I don't understand..." Zhang Yang pretended to be confused and shouted Chinese loudly. He just didn't get on the boat. But he didn't plan to die here! According to his own estimate, the possibility of this boat getting rid of the pursuit is as high as 80%. In that case, as long as nothing unexpected happens, his safety can be guaranteed. At worst, he can be a slave. He believes that he is so brave to sacrifice. When everyone settles down, someone will still remember him and come back to save him! Even if not all people, certainly not everyone is a white-eyed wolf. At least that Ye Zi is worthy of trust. Lu Yuan has not left Cheng Yuyue before, so it is worth trusting! There is also the meowed Jiang Wan...

So Zhang Yang has made up his mind and hold on even if he is hard! It would be good to have the achievement of "from slave to general"! What if he uses "goddess to save the loser" again... I'm 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 away with it. Unfortunately, the tragic thing is here. The Lord God did not want to create obstacles in language communication to increase the difficulty of the world. So his Chinese sentence was faithfully translated to the new captain... and then it was a tragedy!

"Bang" Zhang Yang felt his mind blank, and he was hit by a heavy punch from his chin! When he hit the stern and fell down, he opened his mouth tremblingly, and spit out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth! Just as he was "shenyin" and wanted to get up, a short musket hit his forehead!

The new captain yelled in his ear word by word: "Oriental! Listen, either I will kill you now! Or I will prepare cannons for me and sank them! Do you understand?!"

Zhang Yang subconsciously fought a cold war. He looked at the musket pointing to his head, and could only struggle to stand up and walk towards the deck cannon he had operated. Just as he was sweating in pain and was about to pull the cannon back little by little, the first mate poked him with the musket. Zhang Yang raised his head in confusion and looked at the white ghost guy who had just become the captain. He looked like Nicholas Cage, and it was obvious that he was not a good thing!

"What are you doing?!" He dropped the cannon rope that was dragging back in his hand. He made a move to rub the trauma on his chin to relieve the severe pain.

He saw the white man baring his big brown teeth and showing a vicious grin. The white man pointed to the huge stern cannon at the stern of the boat and said, "Use that door!"

Zhang Yang was muddy, even if the first mate pushed him with a musket again, he still gritted his teeth and did not move! "Bang" the first mate punched him in his stomach without any hesitation, making him kneel on the deck and retching, which inspired the otakus' blood! "Fuck it!" Zhang Yang shouted in anger and lowered his head and rushed over! But how could he, a black iron-level, unreinforced newcomer, beat him up? He was kicked over easily and then beat him again! Several times later, Zhang Yang, who was covered in bruises, finally gave up resisting powerlessly, and walked up to the stern stairs under the threat of the musket, and operated the huge stern cannon!

At this time, Zhang Yang no longer knew what to do. He had used up all the solutions he could think of. If he persisted, he would only be killed directly.

I just used a small cannon on the deck.

Because considering that the center of gravity of the entire ship cannot be too high, the caliber of the open-air deck is usually smaller than that of the artillery deck. The artillery deck of this ship uses a 24-pound cannon, which is reduced to 18-pound cannons when it reaches the open-air deck. The power of the 18-pound cannon is average. Zhang Yang only needs to shoot on purpose, unless it hits directly, it will not have much threat to the landing boat.

But that huge 32-pound cannon is different. This cannon was originally used to deal with ships chasing behind, and the goal is to solve the problem with one shot. Because it is on the center line of the ship and is parallel to the keel, there is no need to consider the recoil too much. The power of this special cannon is much greater than that of ordinary 32-pound Cannon cannons!

Not to mention hitting this cannon, it even hits the sea water within a range of more than ten meters of the boat. The waves raised are enough to overturn the boat! Now the boat has only been sailing for more than 30 meters, and the safe range is at least twenty meters away from the target. This special artillery, which is equipped with the gun seats, is close to four tons, and is installed on a semi-fixed guide rail... How can I operate so many of them?

But the first mate didn't allow him to think too much. He used a gun to force him to bring the shells, clean the barrel, load gunpowder, pound the shells with wooden sticks, load the shells, insert the fuse, and then pushed the gun position back. Zhang Yang's hands and feet were trembling, and tried his best to complete the work that six people had to do as slowly as possible, dragging it for ten minutes... But when he finished all this, the boat still did not run a hundred meters... Because the first mate had already cooperated with the wheel rudder, adjusted the boat to a smooth position and snatched it towards the limelight of the boat! The boat was not as good as a sailboat! Damn it just to deal with a landing craft, should I do this?

With his skillful sailing skills, the first mate actually completed all this without the cooperation of sail drivers. In a blink of an eye, the distance between the boat and the boat was shortened to between 30 and 40 meters, and placed it in the most suitable shooting position...

Zhang Yang looked at the arranged artillery in despair, but he had no way to resist!

During the entire loading process, the specially made 32-pound cannon weighs more than 3 tons. Whenever it is necessary to move the cannon body, the adjutant will stretch out his thick right arm and pull or push it, and the cannon will obediently reach the corresponding position. What is this strength?! Zhang Yang even finds an opportunity to grab the musket and then resist it! And when he sets the cannon position, the white mate adjusts the cannon position again, so that it can point to the boat better! What does this mean? This shows that the white pervert doesn't need Zhang Yang at all, he can do all this by himself! Ordering Zhang Yang to do these is just to watch the Eastern people kill the Eastern people! This cruel pervert!

Zhang Yang glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

The white man pressed his gun against his forehead again, tilted his head, "Immediately!" The white man ordered, with an excited smile on his face!

"What?" Zhang Yangmumu asked.

"I said!" He held the musket with a ferocious face and pressed Zhang Yang's head, "Fuck it, ignite the fire!"

"Okay..." Zhang Yang still answered mumly.

He raised his head and looked at the boat where seven people were trying to row! For a moment, Zhang Yang admitted that he was moved, went crazy, and had a great impulse to use cannons to bombard them all into the sea! Why? Why don’t you kill you, I will die! Why can you run to freedom, but I want to stay in hell? Why do I want to be a hero instead of letting veterans drive Lu Yuan and Zhuo Xiaoji out?! Why do I have to choose these, and you...wait for a choice enough?

Zhang Yang withdrew his gaze from the boat. He glanced at the deck of the "Bonata" in a daze, and finally fixed the focus on Bai Lao's face. Bai Lao signaled again. It would take some time for the Garen warship to catch up with him. In fact, he was not in a hurry at all. He was excited to appreciate Zhang Yang's struggle and numbness.

Zhang Yang did not use a torch. He trembled and took out a disposable lighter from his pocket and a box of Yuxi cigarettes with only one left. He snapped the lighter and lit the cigarette that had brought from that world.

The first mate did not force him, but hurriedly grabbed the disposable lighter and fiddled with it excitedly.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath of cigarette and threw down the empty cigarette box. He felt... he should think back to the past, such as movies before him... Unfortunately, what appeared in front of him was apart from watching movies, playing games, spending on forums, and chasing new episodes... he was just masturbating. What he could remember was always the scene of sitting in front of the computer... There was no family, no friends, and no girlfriend. Isn't such a life a little sad?

Huh, he exhaled a long smoke, then, that's it!

Zhang Yang put the cigarette butt on the fuse and ignited it! The fire began to burn rapidly.

Zhang Yang was careful and even a little stingy, sucking the last remaining cigarette.

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