Since the second battleship was halfway through its turn, it was in a worse situation than the first one. In the face of the iron-shelled ship that was rushing straight towards them, the rats were scared out of their wits. A few of them could still fight back and shot arrows at the enemy, but the arrows were no different from tiny sewing needles in front of such a huge ship. They could not even leave a mark on the iron plate.
Soon, the irresistible iron ship crashed into the center of the hawk-headed ship at an almost vertical angle, crushing more than ten long oars. Then Eden witnessed an incredible scene. Under the combined force of the current and the impact, one side of the battleship was suddenly pressed into the water, and the bow of the enemy ship arched upward.
The latter raised its bow as if it had run aground on the shore, and then smashed hard on the deck.
The hawk-headed ship immediately made an ear-piercing twisting sound, and the Rats who were still alive jumped into the water to escape. Those who had their limbs broken could only scream and roll on the tilted deck, leaving trails of blood behind. Eden watched the iron ship slowly fall, and the long and narrow hull of the ship, which could not bear the heavy load, made a series of cracking sounds. After all, the wooden ship was not as sturdy as the beach. Under the heavy pressure and pushing, the hull suddenly broke in the middle, and the two ends of the ship rose up violently, splashing water everywhere.
The two halves of the battleship did not sink quickly. Instead, they lay on the surface of the river like a corpse, with only half of the side exposed. The iron ship, on the other hand, looked unscathed and continued to fly toward him.
Eden heard a series of gasps. Half of the four hawk-headed ships had been destroyed in an instant, and the one he was commanding was about to be the next one. At that moment, he was ready to jump off the ship and run for his life.
But fortunately, he made the right bet!
Seeing that his ship was completely close to the shore, the enemies changed their course and chased after the last ship, the Baron Derrick, which had turned around and was running away.
"Raise your bows and fire sticks!" Eden let out a long sigh and roared, "We're going to kill these bastards hiding in their iron shells! For every enemy they kill, I will reward them with a gold royal! Do you hear me? A Golden Dragon! "
If he escaped back to King's City like this, even if he survived, he would have no chance of promotion. His only chance was to defeat the rebel king's ship and take it to His Majesty Timothy. Even if this ship was made by demons from hell, as long as the people on it were like him, there was still a chance to turn the tide!
Not being crushed by the enemy ship like ants, the sailors regained their courage. These people were used to living on the edge of a knife and were used to seeing bloody scenes. As long as it was not a one-sided massacre, they were still interested in fighting for the Golden Dragon.
Ascertaining that they would not be rammed, the hawk-headed boat left the bank, and advanced in the same direction as the iron-hulled vessel, which was soon abreast of them.
Just as the enemy was about to overtake them, the two ships were only a few meters away from each other. The sailors raised their weapons and prepared to fight with the enemy ship first. When the two ships came together, they would jump over and fight. This was a common tactic used to deal with merchant ships. However, the deck of the enemy ship was empty except for a long black pipe at the stern, which was surrounded by iron sheets and had a row of small holes in the center, which was aimed at the eager sailors.
Before Eden could figure out what it was, a long tongue of flame shot out from the front of the iron pipe!
Blood sprayed out from the row of people, and splinters of wood and flesh flew everywhere. The sailors fell like wheat being cut down. Those who came to their senses tried to find cover, but neither the barrels nor the mast were of any use. The iron pipe was pointing at the Grim Reaper. The barrels were torn to pieces, and the mast could not withstand the continuous attacks of such a terrifying weapon. With a creak, the mast broke into two, and the top half rolled up into the water. The hawk-headed boat, which had lost its main driving force, suddenly slowed down.
The turning point that Eden had imagined did not come true. He roughly understood that it was a kind of gun, but because it was firing so fast, the banging sound turned into a continuous sizzling sound. However, he could not understand how the Rebel King could use a weapon that took so long to reload and had such poor accuracy. Perhaps the only explanation was the power of the Devil.
Soon, he was covered in a storm of bullets.
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It was the first time that Lodney had seen such a battle. The 'Roland' was rampaging, using its hard bow and powerful power to defeat the enemy. The enemy was unable to resist at all. He stood guard at the gun position, waiting to fire at any time, but in the end, he did not get the chance.
When the fourth enemy ship was paralyzed in the middle of the river, the battle was over.
The screams and groans of the enemies lingered in the air. The survivors had completely lost their will to fight. They swam to the riverbank and fled into the woods without looking back. His Highness did not give any orders to chase after these stray dogs and let them go. There were also some seriously injured people who were lying on the wreckage and dying. Naturally, no one would save them, and they would have to fend for themselves.
"What a pity." Jop put the shell back into the box. "I thought I could show those guys from the Gun Battalion the real power of the cannon."
"Yes," Narson replied regretfully. "Compared with the ammunition consumed by the heavy machine gun just now, a shell is not much more, and it saves a lot of trouble."
"That's enough. This was made by Miss Anna herself. How can it be compared with the hundreds of machine gun bullets produced every day?" Van'er frowned. "You guys will be the ones to fight in the siege later. When the time comes, you better aim well and don't lose face for the Artillery Battalion! I picked you guys. "
"Elite group, Mr. Battalion Commander, you've said it many times." Narson spread out his hands and said, "Don't worry. I promise I'll blow up the gate of King's City within three shots." He nudged Lodney and said, "Hey, say something."
"I want to have a warship like this..."
"What?" The other four were stunned.
"I want to have a shallow water gunship like this," he repeated with sparkling eyes. "Call it the Rodney!"
"Wait, don't you think you should give this honor to your brother? The second one should be named Nelson. "
"No, no... Brother, I won't give it to you."
"You two can save it. The second one can only be the Van'er. Don't forget who recruited you into the elite artillery group."
"Again," Cat's Claw sighed.
"Can't it be the Cat's Claw or the Jop?" Jop muttered in a low voice.
"No," the three replied in unison.
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