Accurate and fast within seven steps

Chapter 162 Heartbroken
The rain on the sea came very fast, before the first raindrop fell off Chen Mo's windbreaker, accompanied by thunder and strong wind, the raindrops fell on the deck of Molingen with a crackling sound.

"This rain is really evil!"

Chen Mo touched the rain on his face, and then ordered the sailors to lower the sails. If the storm is too strong, it will easily cause damage to the mast with full sails.

It's just that the sail was only halfway down, and there was a long and loud horn sound in the distant waves.

Accompanied by the light brought by the falling lightning, a huge black shadow appeared in the distance, and approached the Mollingen at an extremely fast speed.

"Prince! It's that legendary battleship!"

Chen Mo looked around, and under the light of the lightning, he finally saw the whole picture of the ship clearly. This is a giant beast that is bigger than the first-class battleship Chen Mo saw before. It has four artillery decks, densely packed Ah Fu's scalp was numb from the artillery, and one round of salvo from this ship could bury the Mollingen!

"This guy, came for us?"

Chen Mo handed over the rudder to the helmsman, and held up the binoculars to look at the legendary battleship. In the swaying waves, the Prince was running extremely smoothly. He concealed his target and came straight to the Moringen.

"Shall we meet, Captain?"

Although Ah Fu was a little terrified, he still mustered up the courage to fight. Chen Mo had already allocated a share for them. Money can make ghosts turn the clock, not to mention these sailors who went to sea just to make a fortune!
"Ah Fu, tell me, how distressed would it be if Britain lost a legendary warship?"

Chen Mo touched the rainwater on his face, grinning at the corner of his mouth, his smile was extraordinarily ferocious.

"At least it hurts more than losing a cow!"

Ah Fu also understood what Chen Mo meant, sinking the Prince was easy, but what Chen Mo had to do was to sink it in front of the Royal Navy!
"Raise the sails, turn the rudder!"

The Mollingen turned around flexibly in the storm and rushed in the direction it came from, while the Prince followed closely behind.

At this moment, the Royal Navy's fleet and the East India Company's fleet had come to a complete stop, and they began to count the losses. At first, they thought it was just a small group of enemies sneaking in, but when the person in charge of the East India Company ordered the vault to be opened, the empty space was empty. The warehouse where the rats starved to death sent away several captains who had shares in the East India Company on the spot.

"How did they take the gold away?"

The disappearance of prisoners and the accidental injury of friendly troops are trivial matters. Gold and silver worth millions of pounds have been wiped out. This is a fatal event. What is given to the treasury is a dividend to the royal family and the princes of London.

If you lose the money from the treasury, it will be over with a little operation, but if you lose the money of the nobles, don't even think about going back alive!
The person in charge wanted to throw it all away, but the admiral who accompanied him grabbed his arm with quick eyesight and quick hands. The admiral's meaning was very clear. If you have the blame, don't even think about killing him!
While the two were worrying, the watchman sent news that the clipper that sneaked into the fleet before had returned, and the Prince was chasing it!

So the two rushed to the slipway as if they had caught a life-saving straw, picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance.

At this time, the sky was slightly brighter, and the shadow of the Mollingen was very clear, and the storm had washed the flag of the three irises on the blue background extremely clean. At this moment, the flag was fluttering in the strong wind.

"French?"

The person in charge who saw the flag was at a loss. France's presence in the Caribbean is not high at all. How could this matter involve them?
But no matter what, let’s get people under control first!

So the admiral ordered his fleet to expand the encirclement, ready to cooperate with the Prince to encircle and suppress the opponent.

"That's right!"

Chen Mo rubbed his hands excitedly looking at the British warships that had surrounded him. He handed over the control of the rudder to Ah Fu, and then took his ntw rifle and walked slowly from the berth to the bow. On the way, Chen Mo did not forget to put a hat on himself.

"Ah Fu, keep the course, let them get closer!"

Chen Mo raised his gun and aimed at the British warship that was approaching him.

After entering 3000 meters, Chen Mo started to shoot. The first target was a Tier [-] ship closest to him. The Holy Light Bomb tore apart the ship from head to tail along the keel, and then the bullet that flew out hit a transport ship behind, blowing it in half.

However, this is not the end yet. The second target is a third-tier battleship on the right side of the Mollingen. It is maneuvering sideways and is preparing to seize the T-position of the Mollingen, so that it faces the Mollingen sideways. The battleship can exert all its firepower, and then there is a huge gap of more than ten meters in the center of the battleship, and the battleship sank directly to the bottom of the sea without even having time to do anything to remedy it.

Third, fourth, fifth, Chen Mo destroyed all eleven British warships blocking the way in one breath, and then the Mollingen passed through the sailors floating on the sea asking for help, and rushed directly to the core of the fleet.

"Quick, turn!"

The admiral didn't know what sorcery the opponent's warship used to sink his own, but he knew very well that the second-tier battleship under his feet was probably not an opponent, but his worries were a bit unnecessary, Chen Mo didn't have any It means to attack again. After the Mollingen entered the core area of ​​the fleet, it turned again, and then charged towards the Prince who followed.

"His target is the Prince!"

At this moment, the admiral froze on the deck as if he had been struck by lightning. The legendary warship was an important force guarantee for Great Britain in the Americas. Once there was any loss, the balance in this region would be completely broken. Think about the Spanish Armada in full swing. The admiral only felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Let the Prince leave, hurry up!"

After forcibly pushing away the guards who came to help, the admiral wailed like a cuckoo weeping blood, but it was too late when the sailors issued the semaphore, and everyone could only watch helplessly as the Mollingen pushed towards Shang Unknown Prince.

"My king, the empire, it's over!"

After the admiral whose collar was stained red with blood wailed, another mouthful of blood spewed out, and then he threw his head on the deck, and died on the spot, leaving only the flustered guards and the person in charge who didn't know what to do.

(End of this chapter)