The enemy fleet approached the fork of the Redwater River half a day later than expected, and it wasn't until the afternoon of the fourth day that the ten sailboats slowly appeared at the edge of their field of vision.
Van 'er, who had received the news, passed through the six compartments in turn, gave the gunner group in charge of him the order to prepare, and then returned to his own gun position.
"Where are the enemies?" Rodney opened a slit in the window baffle and looked outside.
"They are at least a few hundred meters away from us," Cat's Claw, who was responsible for observing the signal flags, muttered while leaning against the skylight, "I can't even see their shadows from here, there are too many weeds on the roof."
In addition to the shooting window in each compartment, there was also a hole at the top of the wall. After climbing up two steps of the stairs, they could easily see the situation on the Redwater River.
"Speaking of weeds, the ability of the green-haired witch is simply incredible," Jop said while wiping some rusty shells, "Wherever she goes, the thin grass will grow wildly like hair, covering the bunkers so tightly that they look no different from ordinary mounds of earth."
"What green-haired witch," Van 'er scolded, "That's Miss Leaf. The first time we fought against the Duke's Knight regiment, she helped us bury vines in the woods on both sides, making it impossible for the Knight to take a detour. Otherwise, that group of tin cans would have to go through the woods to get behind us, and that would be enough to make us suffer. "
"If you want to compare magical abilities, which witch is more ordinary?" Rodney shrugged, "In one night she can build a bunker, cover the ground with vines and weeds, fly freely in the sky, and even transform into a giant pigeon, all of these things are not achievable by mortals."
"The most magical one is Miss Nana," Cat's Claw said in a tone full of longing and expectation, "I don't know if I will be honorably wounded this time. If I am wounded, I will be able to see her up close, maybe I will even be able to hear her comfort. "
"Pay attention to the enemy's situation!" Van 'er frowned and shouted, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will punish you to go back and clean the toilet!"
Cat's Claw stuck out his tongue and stretched his body out again.
The artillery captain sighed in his heart. These guys had lost their nervousness and were no longer trembling like they were a few months ago when they first arrived on the battlefield. He couldn't tell whether this change was good or bad, he always felt that he had underestimated his opponents too much, but he also couldn't severely reprimand his men, because he was also not much better. Since becoming a soldier of His Highness, Van'er's understanding of fighting had undergone earth-shaking changes: bloody and cruel fighting seemed to have nothing to do with strength, skill, or courage. They only needed to repeat the steps that they had memorized during training, prepare according to the rules, meet the enemy according to the rules, and open fire according to the rules to win.
This was especially true when the town fought against the new king's militia. Even though the opponent was a humanoid beast with astonishing strength and was not afraid of death, the battle only lasted for an hour. Only when he was cleaning up the battlefield did he realize that he did not feel the slightest bit tired. It was as if he had just done a warm-up before training, and the enemy had already been defeated.
If this continued, would there be a day when they couldn't even see the enemy's face? Would they be able to annihilate the enemy thousands of miles away just by operating these metal machines?
Just as Van 'er's imagination was running wild, the cat's paw's warning sound pulled him back to reality.
"I can see the enemy!"
"Load the ammunition!" Van 'er shook his head, threw the distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, and ordered in a deep voice.
The people in the compartment suddenly became busy. They had practiced this step so many times that now they could put the ammunition and shells into the gun chamber even with their eyes closed. In the case that they didn't need to think about resetting and adjusting the angle of fire, the gun group could fire once every 20 breaths.
Van 'er had already memorized the battle plan arranged by His Highness Roland and Sir Iron Axe. It was similar to the defensive battle in Border Town. Only when the observer saw Miss Lightning's red flag, could he push down the camouflage baffle in front of the gun window and open fire. The first and second gun groups, which were closest to the river bank, swept the deck with shotguns, while the rest of the gun groups bombarded the cabins with solid shells.
He quietly waited for the arrival of the red signal flag.
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Now, even without the telescope, Lotus could see that the fleet of the fake king was approaching the ambush point little by little.
Compared with the three-masted or four-masted sailboats sailing on the sea, these boats were obviously much slimmer. They didn't have high sides and fences, and their low hulls at first glance looked like they were sticking to the river. In addition to the bulging sails, there was also a row of sailors sitting on both sides of the deck, slowly pushing the oars in their hands.
Until now, His Highness still hadn't issued any orders.
She couldn't help but feel a little anxious. The observation point was set up at the top of a relatively high hillside. Although it could overlook the whole battlefield, it was also far away from the river. Now that Lightning and Maggie weren't with His Highness, considering the time it would take for the messenger to transmit the order to the various squads, she was afraid that it would be too late to stop the fleet from passing through the fork of the Redwater River.
Seeing that the first sailboat was about to pass through the mud house, Lotus couldn't help but want to ask, but suddenly there was a loud rumble that rolled across the river. As if it was an attack signal, more than a dozen thick smoke mixed with fire spewed out from the mud house, and the dull sound of thunder continued without end.
What the hell happened?
Lotus turned her eyes back to the river, and then almost couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't see any Knight or mercenaries fighting, but on the deck of the first sailboat it seemed as if it had suddenly exploded. Splinters of wood and broken limbs splashed everywhere, and more than half of the sailors who were rowing the oars were instantly killed or injured. Clouds of blood rose up, dyeing the deck scarlet.
After losing half of its power, the forward speed of the ship quickly slowed down, but the roar didn't stop in the slightest. Not long after, the tall mast in the middle of the hull was cut in half by a group of black shadows, and after swaying twice, it loudly fell to the ground, smashing two Knight who had just climbed out of the cabin onto the deck.
The sailboat, pushed by the current, began to slowly retreat, and the other boats had to disperse to avoid it. Many people heard the movement and came out of the cabin, looking blankly at the leading sailboat that had already turned into hell, looking somewhat at a loss.
Then a terrible blow fell on the second sailboat.
The crowded deck made the blood fog even more turbulent, and Lotus could see that after the rolling thunder, there were several bright red open spaces among the enemies that were originally close to each other, and the unlucky people standing in those open spaces were broken into several pieces. Some people still hadn't died, and were dragging their intestines out as they wailed in pain. Others who were lucky enough to survive jumped into the river one after another to escape, no longer willing to stay on this terrible deck for another moment.
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