The ironclad ship painted with the Soaring Dragon pattern was not a multi-masted sailboat in the general sense. It also had multiple masts, but only half of the sail was raised on the masts. Obviously, it was not purely powered by wind. Besides, the wind on the sea tonight was flat, so even if the sail was raised, it would not be as fast as it was now. Its power came from the six huge water wheels on both sides of the ship, each of which was like a round table. The rotating blades stirred up the waves and pushed the ironclad ship forward. Through the blades, one could see a thick axle leading straight into the hull, and the inside of the hull was connected to the axle by a set of complex chain shafts. Through the upper deck of the ship, one could hear shouts coming from above.
"Step on the spot, you skinny monkeys!"
In the closed cabin above, the smell of sweat and seawater wafted. The cabin was brightly lit, and on each side were three rows of slaves constantly stepping on pedals. These pedals drove the chain shafts below, which made the water wheels on both sides of the hull spin very fast. There were seven or eight supervisors in the cabin, all holding long and thorny whips in their hands. Any slave who stepped too slowly would be whipped.
One of the supervisors snorted: "All of you, work hard, or you won't have food tomorrow." He was the chief supervisor of the power room, and whether it was the supervisors or the slaves, they were all yellow-skinned and black-haired Asians. The supervisor shouted a few words and walked to the passageway. He stepped on a creaking wooden ladder and walked up. Opening the door at the top, there was another floor of cabins. Soldiers in iron armor were running back and forth, shouting loudly. They pushed long wooden boats to the front and lined them up. The bow of each wooden boat was covered with iron sheets, and the bow was carved into the shape of a dragon's head. Black iron pipes protruded out of the dragon's mouth like pocket-sized cannons.
Each boat had six seats and two sets of paddles. It seemed that this kind of boat was light and agile.
The chief supervisor continued to go up, passing through a total of three cabins, each with different functions and personnel. Finally, when he came to the deck, he was stopped by a bear-like man: "Tell your slaves to hurry up, Ping Xiwang is impatient."
The chief supervisor hurriedly said: "I know, I know, Lord Luo."
The officer surnamed Luo snorted and left. Torches were erected on both sides of the deck, and soldiers were pushing red-painted dragon-headed cannons to the front of the ship. Boxes of shells were carried out of the warehouse and sent to the bow by strong men. The officer walked to the bow of the ship, where there was a wooden building. A man stood on the platform of the building in front of him. The man's back was to the officer, and he was wearing an iron-colored fur coat and a high crown with a red silk ribbon fluttering on it. The officer knelt down behind him and said: "Your Highness, our army is ready for battle. Just wait for Your Highness's order to attack the city. "
The man finally turned around.
Under the light of the fire was a handsome face. Even though he was already middle-aged, he did not look old. Not a single wrinkle could be seen on his jade-like face. It was obvious that he had taken good care of himself. His eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were like phoenixes, and his lips were tightly pursed. He exuded an outstanding temperament.
There was no wrinkle on his jade-like face, which was obviously well maintained. His sword-like eyebrows, phoenix-like eyes, and tightly pursed lips exuded an outstanding temperament. He was wearing armor of the same color as the fur cloak, but the armor was very oriental, decorated with bright red lines, which were vaguely visible flying dragons.
The man who was addressed as Prince smiled and said, "Then what are we waiting for? Let us teach these western barbarians a good lesson. If they are willing to pledge allegiance to our Coiling Dragon Empire, then so be it. The man called Your Highness smiled and said: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's teach these Western barbarians a good lesson.
Otherwise, we'll flatten them and train these uncivilized people. "
A moment later, a gloomy knocking sound rang out from the ship. As the knocking sound rang out, the same knocking sound rang out from both sides. A moment later, the sound of knocking was heard on the ship. As the knocking sounded, the same knocking sounded on both sides of the ship. The rhythm was fierce, which was the signal to attack.
With the sound of the drums, the sea near the ironclad ship also set off huge waves. As the waves splashed, there was a little bit of fluorescent light on the sea. Suddenly, something broke out of the water. Under the fire of the ship, it was actually a sea snake as big as a sail. The sea snake's body was covered in dark purple scales, its two snake eyes were shining golden, and there was a snake bone bulging between its eyebrows, like a short and thick horn. It opened its mouth and hissed, and the thick fog that wrapped around the fleet gradually dissipated. After the thick fog dispersed, a huge fleet appeared on the surface of the sea in Ark Harbor. Nearly a hundred ironclad ships headed towards the harbor. The Red Dragon Cannons that had already been pushed to the bow of the ship began to rumble one after another. The cannons started to fire, and the cannons rumbled like thunder, resounding through the night sky of the city, tearing the tranquil night into pieces.
The cannonballs fired from the Red Dragon Cannon rotated rapidly, drawing a parabola on the surface of the sea and landing on the dock or the mountain wall. The moment they collided, the shell shattered, and small cannonballs sputtered out from within, followed by a series of explosions. Under the simultaneous bombardment of more than a hundred cannons, the cliff facing the sea in Ark Harbor collapsed. As the angle of the cannons began to rise, the cannonballs landed on the edge of the city, gradually spreading the flames into the city.
Amidst the rumbling of the cannons, the bows of the ironclad ships opened on both sides, revealing the cabins inside. A deck extended down from the cabin and connected to the sea. Then, the long and flat dragon-headed ships slid off the deck and landed on the sea. The soldiers in charge of rowing the oars rowed hard, and the dragon-headed ships quickly sailed into the harbor in the mountains.
At this moment, an army stationed at the harbor rushed over. The captain's expression changed when he saw these dragon-headed ships. He shouted, "Shoot! Sink them and don't let these things dock. "
The soldiers half-squatted on the ground and raised their guns to shoot at the enemy ships that had entered the harbor. The sound of gunfire echoed in the belly of the harbor. The dragon-headed ships in front of them were blasted open by bullets, and the soldiers on them were shot to death before they could land. However, there were many dragon-headed ships behind them, and the soldiers on them began to fight back. They set up iron shields and blocked the bullets from the guns. Then, guns protruded from behind the shields and shot at the shore. After a few rounds of shooting, the guards of Ark Harbor were all dead and wounded.
The warriors from the east began to disembark. They quickly disembarked and jumped onto the dock. After a simple gathering, they began to advance towards the Stormy Waves Corridor, intending to charge into the city through the corridor. Very quickly, the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine, who was in charge of the safety of the city, appeared in front of the invaders. As a result, the two armies began to fight in the Stormy Waves Corridor.
In the bedroom of White Castle, Jorah woke up from her sleep when she heard the sound of gunfire. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the fire coming in from the window. Her husband, Orlando, was standing at the door, seemingly talking to the butler, Mace. The butler hurriedly left, while Orlando returned to his room, took out a set of armor, and put it on himself.
"What happened?" Jorah looked out of the window at the flames, her heart beating very fast. The war in the imperial capital had already ended, and the Shadow Duchy had long since withdrawn their troops. Moreover, the flames were clearly lit up at the harbor, so what kind of enemy would attack from the sea?
Orlando said as he put on his armor, "We've been attacked. The enemy is coming from the sea. Their warships and equipment have never been seen before. They shouldn't be enemies within the empire. I think these invaders should have come from the other side of the sea. "
Jorah had lived here for a long time, and there were many cross-ocean merchants in Ark Harbor. She knew that on the other side of the sea, in the far east, there was a continent. There was a powerful human empire on that continent, just like the advisor her brother had once employed, Mr. Long, came from the east. Easterners were generally yellow-skinned and black-haired. They were meticulous, elegant, and full of mystery. Merchants who traveled to and from the sea would usually ship eastern spices and tea leaves. Those were tributes to the royal family, and they would not flow into the streets.
However, Jorah did not expect that not only did the Easterners have spices and tea leaves, they also had cannons and trans-ocean warships!
Orlando had already put on his armor and picked up his father's spear. "I've already asked Mace to inform the cathedral that Father Miro and the others have returned this time. There's a Crusader stationed locally. I hope Father Miro and the others can lend this Crusader out. But we are the masters of this city, so we need to guard Ark Harbor ourselves. I'll go to the dock now. You stay here and direct the city guards to evacuate the residents. By the way, we have to inform Earl Edward that we may need his strength. "
Jorah shook her head and said, "I'll go with you. I'm also a warrior."
Orlando squatted down and gently touched Jorah's bulging abdomen. "Perhaps you used to be a brave warrior, but dear, you are now our precious mother. So, do what a mother should do. "
After kissing Jorah on the forehead, Orlando left the bedroom with his gun. Jorah sighed and walked to the window. The flames outside the window were dazzling. Although she couldn't see the dock from here, Jorah knew that it had already become a battlefield.
"Be careful, Orlando." She whispered.
In the small building behind the cathedral, when Miro opened his eyes, the door downstairs was knocked on. Miro put on his clothes and went downstairs to open the door. Outside the door was a Crusader Knight. The Knight drew a cross in front of his chest and said, "God bless, Father Miro, it's great that you're fine."
"What happened?"
"We've been attacked. We've just received an urgent report from White Castle that there's already a fight at the dock. White Castle wants to borrow our strength, and Commander William has already brought a group of men and horses to rush over. But he asked us to take you and Miss Vera away. The carriage is ready. Please follow me, Father. "
Miro nodded and left with his dog and the Knight. The priest of the Church was also evacuating, and only he and Vera got into a carriage. Including the Knight, a total of ten Knights and twenty soldiers escorted the carriage away. In the carriage, the priest opened the curtains and looked at the people running on the streets. He sighed and said, "Really, can't you let people have a good sleep?"
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