I Will Be The Crowned King

The choking gunpowder smoke rolled over the sea, shrouding all three warships; the "Green Dragon" was caught in the center, like an ancient beast emerging from the depths of the sea, raised proudly and was injured by the knight wearing the crown. His head slashed through the thick boiling fog, scorning all beings.

In this sea, it is impossible to have an opponent; even a warship of the same level as it, at the moment when the terrifying 120 heavy artillery spews "dragon flame", there is no second possibility other than being instantly crushed .

Therefore, when the burning believer and the Crown with a front main gun tore through the thick fog and faced off with guns, not only Ed Levant, but the entire Green Dragon was confused.

Should any rational captain face such a powerful enemy, shouldn't the first reaction be to keep a distance and continue to deal with it - like they did at the beginning?

What is it that stimulates these **** Clovis people to pounce on them like sharks smelling blood?

Ed Levent suspects a leak, letting the enemy know the fact that there isn't much ammunition on board; but it doesn't make sense...if they knew, they should have fired on the first touchdown, not waiting Now.

What exactly is this for?

Ed Levent was perplexed.

But William Cecil is not confused. He is very awake now, and even feels that he is a little too awake; even when he has already decided to ram the enemy ship, he still feels fear.

But fear couldn't stop him from turning back, let alone standing behind the 68-pounder main gun and personally serving as the gunner of the school gun.

"Open--cannon--!"

Flames bloomed in the pitch-black barrel, and the scorched cannonball rushed out, stirring a straight spiral in the thick fog with the temperature that distorted the sight, like a lance that a knight stabbed at a dragon.

The dense fog is the body, and the cold light is dazzling.

The violent recoil shook the hull of the Crown, and the young captain, who was firmly pressed by the first mate on the deck, still held his head up desperately, staring intently at the little light rushing towards the dragon.

"Boom——!!!!"

The dragon roaming the sea let out a terrifying howl.

The sixty-eight-pound solid bullet smashed the casing from the side and moved straight ahead, destroying everything blocking its "spear tip" until it penetrated the entire hull and blasted a water column dozens of meters high on the sea.

When realizing that she was being attacked by two ships at the same time, the Green Dragon did respond, turning its course to try to bring both ships into the firing range of the right side guns, and using a salvo to force a stop opposite.

But the huge hull has become its burden at this moment, it is not enough to complete the special project before the Crown launches the attack, and it cannot even be immediately ready for the next salvo... The Green Dragon, which is not ready for battle at all, Sufficient shells were not prepared at each gun position.

So the unfinished turn not only failed to threaten the Crown, which had already rushed up, but even exposed the weaker part of the bow to the muzzle of the 68-pound gun, which was penetrated by a single blow.

With the huge fiery hole, the deck of the Green Dragon was suddenly in chaos, and Ed Levant, who realized that he was almost smashed into flesh by the naval guns, dared not stay in the cabin again.

But just when he thought he could escape the catastrophe, the rampant Crown had already tore through the thick fog, and rammed head-on towards the Green Dragon with an unstoppable momentum.

If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't agree with that **** Bernard if I killed myself!

It was the only thought of a blank-minded Ed Levant at the last moment—and what he didn't know was that at this moment, he was not the only one with the same opinion.

"Boom——!!!!"

On the sponge shrouded in thick gunpowder smoke, the three battleships collided heavily.

The Green Dragon, which was trying to turn and escape, was forced to stop under the attack of the Crown and the Believer. The outer hull of the right side was smashed by the metal ram of the Believer, and the turbulent sea water kept pouring in. ; The bow part of the ship was completely deformed by the impact of the Crown, like a broken wall that could not be seen and was still burning.

There were mourning sounds from the deck and the cabin one after another, blood was burning in the flames, there were firelights ignited by the explosion everywhere, and panic shouted one after another.

Carlin Jacques was lying on the helm of the Believer, twisted out of shape, his bones seemed to have just been taken apart and put back together; the headache was splitting, and the whole world was spinning in front of his eyes. There were traces of his vomiting all over his feet.

At the moment when the battleship hit the Green Dragon, he almost threw it out like a few other unlucky bastards; thanks to remembering at the last moment that he was a conjurer and the magic props all over his body.

As for the unfortunate ones, some became a puddle of flesh on the hull of the Green Dragon, some disappeared on the sea, some were bored by the broken mast, and more than one was bored. ...

The surrounding deck was also in chaos... All the sailors and crew members who were still alive followed the captain who poured rum on his head and killed him, leaving behind all the immigrants who were "passengers" like him. , running around on the deck in a panic, or trying to jump into the sea to save himself, or kneeling to pray, or dragging the injured body and screaming for help, and then being trampled by the surrounding people...

In the chaos, the dizzy black-robed priest struggled to get up, and suddenly saw a figure standing in the middle of the deck, holding a white drawing board and drawing something excitedly.

Wait, the drawing board? !

Suddenly, a terrified Carlin Jacques woke up instantly, and almost rolled and crawled towards the figure, grabbed his collar without any explanation, and dragged his smirking brother behind a wooden barrel near the entrance of the stairs.

"You're crazy, don't you die?!"

The black-robed priest pressed on David's shoulder firmly and roared hysterically: "Didn't I tell you to hide below and don't come out, do you know how dangerous this is - just a cannonball, your head will be gone! "

"I know!"

The young David Jacques sadly glanced at the drawing board he had dropped on the ground, and immediately showed a sunny smile to the black-robed priest:

"But this opportunity is really rare. The battle between Clovis and the Imperial Navy should be the subject of my second desire to paint. I've been dreaming about the day when I can have such an opportunity, and now I'm dreaming. How can I miss it when it comes true?!"

"Also, it's dangerous even down there. The migrants' cabins are already in a mess, and there are robbers everywhere who want to take advantage of the chaos; so I think instead of dying like this, it's better to realize your dream before you die. ."

"you……"

Just as the black-robed priest was about to say something, harsh gunshots exploded around the two of them.

After experiencing the initial confusion and confusion, the Imperial sailors on the Green Dragon finally began to fight back, rushing out of the pierced hull and fighting with the crew of the Believer.

The battle at sea is far more chaotic and disorderly than on land... The sound of the collision of gunshots and tomahawks sounded like firecrackers, splashing dark red water on the blue water.

Without any hesitation, the two of them decisively squatted down and hugged their calves with both hands and curled up their bodies; the small wooden barrel could perfectly shield the two adults from the wind and rain at the same time.

"Let me ask that!"

Amidst the hail of bullets, Carin Jacques turned his head sharply to look at David, staring at his innocent face: "This idea was not your own, but a suggestion from some bastard."

"Some **** named Draco Wilters', right?!"

"How did you know that?" David asked in astonishment.

How did I know... The black-robed priest rolled his eyes, and a buckshot passed right in front of his eyelids: "How long do you think I've known him, and what style does this **** have? I don't know?!"

"It's actually like this!"

David's eyes lit up: "Mr. Draco also said the same thing. One of the reasons he told me is that you can definitely protect us both, so don't worry about anything, just realize my dream with peace of mind!"

Karin Jacques: "..."

Although it was not the first time, the urge in his heart to strangle a novelist was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that if it weren't for the last shred of reason to keep warning that there would be serious consequences, he would even directly Rush down and smash him into pieces.

The sound of the fighting continued, and the chaos became more and more intense on the messy deck of the Believer, and even many Imperial sailors rushed to the deck of the Believer.

But it is strange that these sailors did not continue to fight with the sailors of the Believer after they rushed to the deck, but panicked and competed with the refugees on the ship for the few small boats; in order to fight for the hope of survival, The unarmed migrants even summoned the courage to wrestle with these enemies.

The black-robed priest and his painter brother, who were hiding behind the barrel, even saw a guy throw away his weapon and his coat, and jumped into the water along the cable.

Are they... escaping?

The two, who had doubts in their hearts at the same time, looked at each other.

…………

"They are running away!"

William Cecil shouted, waving the King Clovis flag and rushing to the front, the short-barreled shotgun in his hand spewed dazzling gold and red towards the front, smashing the enemies who were trying to stop one after another.

He is very excited now.

I thought it was a battle of nine deaths, but it turned out to be unbelievable. The Green Dragon, which was only smashed into a mess, couldn't organize even a little decent resistance. It didn't look like the legendary battleship at all. the way it should be.

Although he doesn't know the specific reason, he doesn't want to miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity anyway... Defeat one of the most powerful battleships in the empire with his own hands, and still capture it alive-even for a navy with a "background" like him, it's a once-in-a-lifetime honor!

Even further... If His Majesty Carlos II is willing to show mercy, he might become the first Clovis captain of this battleship.

Of course, then it can't use its original name, it has to be called... Indomitable!

The captain of the battleship Indomitable, Rear Admiral William Cecil.

He liked this title so much that in William's ears, the surrounding gunshots and shouts of killing seemed to be the applause of cheers and blessings at his promotion ceremony.

So he responded with the highest standard of etiquette - the muzzle of a shotgun.

"boom!"

The muzzle, which was almost as thick as a wrist, roared, and smashed half of the body of the imperial sailor who swung his sword towards him.

On the blood-splattered deck, more Clovis sailors had also killed the Green Dragon, rushing into a chaotic battlefield against the enemy's random gunfire, entangled and slaughtered with each other.

In contrast, the panic-stricken Imperial sailors had no will to fight. Although they could still resist with their excellent fighting qualities, even if they were still fighting, they were only fighting to save their lives.

The Clovis sailors, who quickly discovered this, began to bypass some of the guys who were full of running, and went straight to the entrance to the lower deck and the captain's cabin, and some of the more experienced ones focused on the arsenal. superior.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the start of the battle, the upper deck of the Green Dragon almost fell, and a steady stream of Clovis sailors began to rush to the lower deck—as the largest battleship today, it has a full four decks of cabins.

In William Cecil's view, it was only a matter of time.

The only thing that puzzled him was why these imperial sailors wanted to escape so desperately.

But what he didn't know was that the answer was definitely not what he wanted to know.

………………

"you sure?"

The black-robed priest holding the rope looked in horror at the imperial man who had been tied into a zongzi by himself, and said subconsciously.

"I'm sure... I'm sure - I'm the logistics director of the Green Dragon, and no one knows what's in those cabins better than me!"

The imperial sailor collapsed and said hysterically as if he was about to cry: "So can you let me go now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't want to die here!"

"No—well, at least not yet." Carin Jacques shook his head, as if his brain circuits were temporarily blocked in some way because he was too shocked:

"Again, are you sure those cabins are filled with..."

"Coal!" Before he could finish speaking, the crying imperial people responded directly: "It's all coal, one box after another... a mountain of coal!"

"And when you just rammed with the ram, you happened to smash through one of the cabins... Originally it was supposed to be iron ore, but because our target was the three North Sea countries this time, it turned out to be all of you Clovis. People's favorite coal."

"But what does this have to do with your escape?"

"What's the matter? That's very relevant! Originally, these coals were packed in wooden boxes with fireproof materials, but now a lot of ore has been scattered - your battleship has a blasting bomb that blew up the upper deck. The stairs, the unburnt fire went down the wreckage of the stairs and went directly into the cabin!"

The desperately struggling Imperial man cried out, "So don't ask any more, just run with me. If we don't run, we'll all be transported to the Green Dragon full of coal..."

"Blast to the sky!"

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