In this era, the accuracy of a fleet's cannons was metaphysical.
Not to mention that it was a night battle.
These early breech-loading cannons were crude and had no way to improve the stability of the cannons.
Yes, there was no rifling, no crosshairs, not even a stable firing base. Every shot would be affected by the recoil from the next shot, causing the ship to tilt.
There were no recoil mechanisms or recoil mechanisms. After a shot, the wheels under the cannon retreated to reduce the recoil. Then, the cannons would be pushed back to their original positions.
Even the best cannoneers had a worrisome hit rate.
Not to mention the Orcs' strange transport ships. They had no sails or decks. They were just a big turtle shell. This gave Dai Lin a headache.
Hinge shells that could destroy the ship's masts and grapeshot shells that could kill the ship's crew could not be used. They could only rely on the most primitive cannons to shoot big iron balls to see if they could hit the enemy's vital parts and cause fatal damage.
Dai Lin saw through his binoculars that a few cannons hit the enemy ships, but nothing happened. They either bounced off the ship's thick iron sheet or got stuck on the ship's roof. The Orc labourers still rowed the oars with all their might, driving the ship quickly.
"Damn it! At this rate, I won't even be able to save 10%, let alone 60%. "
The cannons were fierce, and the water pillars were high. However, only a few Orc transport ships were sunk.
Admiral Dai Lin's balls hurt.
At this time, the Nagas made their move.
Many male Nagas jumped onto the water despite the fierce cannons. They brandished their huge tridents and fiercely hacked at the exposed oars. Often, after a single leap, more than ten oars were cut off with a series of clattering sounds.
The Orc labourers in charge of rowing the ships did not know what was happening. They could see that the ships were already spinning, and the labourers were still rowing the oars so that the broken oars were slicing through the air.
"Good! Good job! " Admiral Dai Lin waved his arms excitedly. "Send out the signal. Have the Third Fleet spread out and attack them at close range."
The High Elf Mage frowned. "Be careful of their counterattack."
"What are you afraid of? How could a transport ship with such a low railing and no turrets be able to launch a melee battle against our ship? Why should I be afraid of a transport ship that doesn't even have a ram? "Dai Lin waved his hands nonchalantly.
Thus, the Third Fleet approached.
As the distance closed, the power and accuracy of the bombardment increased exponentially.
The iron ball cannonball launched by the powerful momentum collided violently with the Orc transport ship!
The iron cannonball shattered under the tremendous impact, and so did the transport ship.
At this time, the moon suddenly emerged from the clouds.
Under the bright moonlight, one could clearly see the metal pieces and wood shavings flying in the air from the explosion. The dazzling light produced by the explosion announced the arrival of death.
The cannonballs aimed at the ship's waterline were the most dangerous and brutal. Even if it didn't hit the target directly, a misfire near the ship's waterline would very likely cause the hull of the Orc's inferior transport ship to crack.
One after another, the huge metal transport ships began to sink. From the clamor that reached the sky, one could tell that every metal transport ship was filled with orc warriors.
Perhaps on land, these warriors were omnipotent warriors who could charge forward bravely even after taking a dozen arrows. But in the sea, they were nothing. They were no different from weak babies.
When the hull tilted, most of the entrances and exits could not be opened. The deck was originally covered with iron to increase the ship's defensive capabilities. This greatly increased the survivability of the people inside when the ship was not sinking. However, when the ship sank, it became a huge coffin.
He led nearly a thousand Orc Warriors and slowly sank to the bottom of the shallow sea.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! You want to play naval warfare with our Kul Tiras? You bunch of green-skinned creatures are not qualified! "Dai Lin laughed heartily. He even pulled Gina Goldsword over and gave her a kiss.
In his field of vision, at least a dozen giant iron Orc transport ships began to sink. More than 30 transport ships had lost their motor power because their oars had been broken, and were floating or spinning on the surface of the sea.
"I've reported the situation to the deputy commander. The deputy commander has urgently informed Your Majesty that your fleet needs to retreat. Beware of the Horde's desperate attacks."
"Beware of what? Beware of these transport ships with low sides, no towers, no ram, and no long-range weapons? Isn't he underestimating our Kul Tiras fleet? "Dai Lin suddenly thought of something." He wants his Storm Fleet to get some military merits too, right? I'll let them do it later. "
At this moment, it was as if the heavens wanted to slap him in the face. Dai Lin had successfully demonstrated what it meant by extreme joy turning to sorrow.
Thousands of small and medium-sized transport ships suddenly rushed out where there was no light from Flash. The biggest difference between these ships and the previous transport ships was that the bow of these ships was equipped with the sharp horn of some kind of huge creature.
It was not a standard ram, but it was not much different if it was used for one-time use.
General Dai Lin's face instantly turned pale.
"Retreat! Let the Third Fleet retreat! "Dai Lin ordered in a panic.
But it was too late. Even though the moonlight was good, when they discovered the swarm of small ships, Kul Tiras' fleet could not do anything. Compared to the light boats that used oars, the sails of Kul 'Tiras were too slow in both turning and in speed.
The result of their clumsiness was that the ships at the front were all surrounded by the Horde's small ships.
The Horde's small transport ships crashed into Kul Tiras' fleet. Then, a scene that left the people of Kul Tiras dumbfounded happened.
The roofs of the transport ships were lifted off.
They were not opened like loose-leaf, but like a piece of cloth covering them. A bunch of Orcs used brute force to flip the roofs that weighed who knew how many tons into the water. Then, without even using grappling hooks, they climbed up the ship's outer wall and onto the deck.
Of course, their climbing was resisted by the sailors. Most of the Orcs were blasted into the sea before they could climb up. Those that did not know how to swim would often drown.
However, as more and more Orc transport ships participated in the siege, General Dai Lin, who was a few hundred meters away, watched in shock as the warships of the Third Fleet were attacked one after another. Usually, a warship would be attacked by more than ten small Orc boats.
When more than ten bright green figures appeared on the deck, Dai Lin knew that the ship was finished!
"Retreat! Retreat quickly! "Dai Lin closed his eyes.
After painfully abandoning the Third Fleet that was mired in a chaotic battle, Dai Lin led the remaining ships and seriously depleted the Tribe's forces with a mid-range bombardment that was very artistic and had a sense of distance.
The Horde's fleet had achieved their goal. Under the heavy bombardment, they continued to sail towards Southshore.
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