There were two main features of a large sailing ship. The first was that the large sails could provide the ship with power even when the wind was against it. The second was that there were 24 long oars near the waterline. Whenever power was needed, the oarsmen could move to provide extra power, allowing the ship to row as fast as the wind.
These two features gave the large sailing ship a high degree of mobility, but they also brought about a drawback. The existence of the oarhouse would inevitably weaken the ship's defences, which would also limit the ship's cargo capacity to a certain extent.
At this moment, the Dingyuan, dragging the white waves behind her, was charging forward. First, the ship's bow spewed out a shocking flame that set the enemy ship ablaze, and then it rammed into them!
Kacha! An earth-shattering sound rang out, as the broken mast and even the sailors of the gigantic sailboat were sent flying by the tremendous force. Burning with flames, they were sent flying 20 to 30 metres into the air, as miserable cries rang out incessantly.
As for the gigantic sailboat that bore the brunt of the collision, it was forcefully smashed into two halves!!
Half of them were pushed to the shore by the waves, while the other half crashed into their allies. Creak, creak, creak. The surviving pirates were scared out of their wits. They cursed and cried as they crawled to the shore on their ships.
After the successful attack, the Dingyuan made a big turn on the surface of the Anduin River, and then began to accelerate again. However, this time, the target seemed to have avoided the collision. It was as if the two boats had brushed past each other by a hair's breadth.
But just as the captain of the ship who was hit wiped away his cold sweat and yelled at the top of his lungs to jump off the ship and stab the bastards in the ass, a series of clattering noises rang out. It was the sound of the bulkhead of the Dingyuan being quickly lowered.
Immediately after, the twenty-four black iron cannons on the starboard side exploded at the same time. Light blue smoke and deafening explosions immediately covered the entire river. When the smoke cleared, the Corsairs of Umbar who were about to jump off the ship were instantly reduced to bloody gourds rolling on the ground. Their shrill screams echoed across the deck!
When the Dingyuan turned its bow once again, not only did the remaining three gigantic Galleys hastily paddle to the side as though they had seen a ghost, even those opportunistic pirate ships were distancing themselves with incomparable terror! No one dared to face it head-on!
Sheyan knew that it was time for him to establish his dominance. He was only relying on the power of Sauron, the Dark Lord, to suppress the Corsairs of Umbar. He had to be careful. Otherwise, if he provoked the public's anger, no matter how strong the Dingyuan was, she would have no choice but to flee if hundreds of ships of all sizes swarmed her.
More importantly, his purpose of coming here was not to kill as many people as he could, but to control the situation and seize power. Right now, Sheyan reckoned that he was about 90% done, and only lacked that final step ….
Hence, he gestured to Taitish, as a small boat was released from the Dingyuan. The boat swayed and settled in the middle of the river, before Sheyan stood atop it. Immediately after, the magical projection reappeared, and the provocative voice was transmitted to the ears of all the pirates with uncertain expressions.
"Arathorn! Don't use your subordinates' lives to shield yourself. Do you dare to come down and fight me to the death? If you win, I'll leave right away! "
For Arathon, today was a slap in the face by Sheyan. His prestige had fallen to rock bottom. Even if Sheyan did nothing and retreated now, the Corsairs of Umbar might start an internal strife and question whether Arathon could lead them. Arathon's reputation had fallen to rock bottom.
Now, when Arathorn was in despair, Sheyan suddenly threw out a chance to fight him one-on-one. Wasn't that giving Arathorn a chance to live?
Even if a drowning person saw a piece of straw, he would definitely grab it with all his might.
Therefore, Arathorn decisively jumped down from a small boat and rowed towards Sheyan. He had already drawn his gleaming long saber from a distance.
At this moment, Sheyan smiled and shrugged his shoulders towards Arathorn who was dozens of metres away. He then spread out his hands apologetically.
The next second, Nanuke, the gunner on the Dingyuan, tore off the cloth with a hideous grin on his face and jumped onto the Greenland weapon at the bow of the ship. The magically processed whale-rib spear shone with a strange light. It shot out in an instant and pierced through Arathorn's chest!
There was a flash of black light. Arathorn was shot hundreds of meters away by the spear and finally nailed to the bow of his own flagship behind him! Amidst the surging waves, even the flagship was pushed back by more than ten meters!
Arathorn struggled with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to shout something, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out were pieces of flesh and blood. His whimpers were stuck in his throat. This action completely killed him.
The Greenland weapon was specially designed to hunt down the terrifying monsters in the sea. No matter how strong Arathorn was, could he compare to the defence and vitality of a high-grade legendary creature? Obviously not!
This was Sheyan's final move. He wanted to leave an impression on all the Corsairs of Umbar that he was strong, shameless, cruel, cunning, and unscrupulous!
Perhaps for the cavalry of Rohan, Sheyan's actions could only be despised with hatred, but for the Corsairs of Umbar, his last move could only instill fear and awe in them! These bad guys would only obey the orders of a villain who was stronger and more evil than them!
The river of Anduin continued to flow quietly. Arathorn, who had died with his eyes wide open, was impaled on the bow of his flagship. His blood dripped into the river, forming large clouds of filth. The Corsairs of Umbar could not help but scatter into several groups and gather together in fear. They were obviously really scared at this time.
Cowardice.
These four words flashed across Sheyan's mind. It was impossible to make these guys feel grateful for his kindness in such a short time, so it was not a bad idea to make them fear his majesty.
At this point, Sheyan no longer intended to establish his dominance. Instead, he directly sent a message through magic.
"Are you also going to defy the will of the Dark Lord?!? Stay here for three more hours and destroy the city! Then rush to join the battle. Do I need to repeat myself? His Majesty Sauron's magic eye is watching you! "
There was no doubt that this popular order was quickly carried out. Every Corsair of Umbar had witnessed Sauron's "oracle" before they set off, so they knew that they were going to join the battle. But it was always a good thing to be able to join the battle later. The biggest advantage of joining the battle later was that by the time they joined the battle, the battle would already be over.
At this time, Sheyan was also very clear that it was pure nonsense to say that the Corsairs of Umbar would follow his lead from now on. The only reason he could gain a foothold was because of his identity as Sauron's envoy, and this identity was fake. It was absolutely impossible for them to immediately follow his orders.
Therefore, if he wanted to give an order, it had to be an order that all the pirates felt was beneficial to them.
As for Sheyan, he only needed this authority!
Half an hour later.
Sheyan was already on a small sailboat known for its speed. Although it was small, it was still equipped with twelve oarsmen. If the sailboat went with the wind and the current, plus the oars, its speed would definitely not be slower than that of a motorboat.
This ship was, of course, sponsored by the Corsairs of Umbar. Sheyan said to Taitish, "That's right.
When I'm not around, you can still command these guys with magic images, right? That's right, it's that simple. Just do as I say. You should know the signal arrow on our ship, right? That's the preferred method of communication. As soon as you see the signal arrow I shoot out, act according to the plan. Ol 'Seadog, Redbeard, you two are the backup. If the signal arrow doesn't work, I'll have to use the previous method of communication. "
In order to control the Dingyuan, even if they were in different planes, Sheyan could still contact the people on the ship. This was the backup method he mentioned. He also entrusted the important task to three people. One of them might be disloyal, but the chances of all three of them being disloyal at the same time was zero.
After settling all that, Sheyan departed from the Dingyuan, and boarded a miniature sailboat to sail down at high speed!
How can I not be in the most lively place?!
If this battle was like a play, then the play had reached its climax. How can I not be in the limelight at a time like this?!
Hold on, Reef, hold on, hold on, hold on, my companions!
***
At this time, a terrible bloody storm was brewing on the vast Pelennor Fields under Minas Tirith.
The Orc army, which was still fighting tenaciously, was now completely suppressed by the elite cavalry of Rohan. Under the leadership of Éomer, the powerful cavalry continued to form a triangular formation and penetrated the Orc army. The casualties of the Orc army had reached an alarming level. Gothmog was seriously injured, and only three of the nine Ringwraiths who participated in the battle were left alive!
But at this moment, the War Elephant Corps formed by the Haradrim people from the south finally made their appearance! The War Mammoths were at least ten meters tall and could run at more than sixty kilometers per hour. The tusks of the War Elephants were full of sharp spears, and on the backs of the War Elephants were solid wooden fortresses that the Haradrim people could shoot down from above.
The impact of the War Mammoths was so powerful that not even ten thousand horsemen could withstand them. When a warhorse reached the War Mammoths' instep, the War Mammoths would lower their heads and fling their tusks and trunks, which were more than ten meters long. The War Mammoths could smash a mountain in front of them and trample many warhorses to death!
A total of thirteen War Mammoths charged forward in a line, followed by the Haradrim chariots, spear throwers, axemen, and everything else. If the elite cavalry of Rohan were at their peak, they might have been able to put up a fight against the War Mammoths, but they did not have much chance of winning, let alone now that they were exhausted.
At this moment, the tables had turned and the dark side had to beat them while they were down. No matter how brave the Rohirrim cavalry was, in such a situation, the more heroic they were, the faster they would die. Don't forget that Éomer was the only one left in Rohirrim to hold up the fort. With the cooperation of the contestants, Éomer was finally killed on the spot by a sneak attack.
However, just as the cavalry of the Rohan Kingdom was about to be wiped out, a torrent surged in from the distant horizon.
It was an astonishing yellow-green torrent!
In front of the torrent, King Aragorn was galloping towards them on horseback. He looked a little disheveled from head to toe, and there were even traces of smoke on his face. Although he was late, it was better than never, because the famous Minas Tirith had yet to fall, despite the black smoke billowing out of the city, it had yet to be conquered.
As long as it had not fallen, there was still hope!
The Army of the Dead, which had been sealed in the mountains for three thousand years, rushed into the midst of the Haradrim army. One side had the support of the fierce War Mammoths, while the other side relied on their physical immunity. Therefore, the outcome of this battle was already predetermined.
Under the overwhelming offensive of the Army of the Dead, even the War Mammoths could only wail madly as hundreds of Wraiths rushed at them like a torrent. They fell to the ground, then turned into corpses with their noses raised. Under such a frenzied attack, Zi and Aldaris tried using magic attacks. It worked, but these Wraiths were just basic soldiers. They had cultivated for three thousand years, and each of them had at least 100,000 HP. So what if magic attacks worked?
Fortunately, Sheyan had already expected this to happen, so he had already instructed his party on how to deal with it – to hide.
Where could they hide? What place was there to hide in this vast plain? There was indeed one place, and it was the heart of the dark side! The Source of Darkness hall!
As long as there were still people in that hall, it would be an impenetrable fortress. It was also the area where the will of Sauron, the Dark Lord, was concentrated! The Army of the Dead did not dare to approach it!
At that time, the party questioned why the Army of the Dead did not dare to approach the hall, but Sheyan's answer was reasonable.
"If the Army of the Dead is so powerful, then good steel should be used on the blade. Why didn't Aragorn just send them to Mount Doom to destroy the lair of Sauron's Orc army? In short, Sauron has yet to materialize. Could it be that Aragorn was a fool? Of course not! "
"The truth is that Sauron is a necromancer called The Necromancer, which means that he can control the Undead. On the Pelennor Fields, Sauron's power is beyond his reach due to the limited distance. Sending the Undead to Mount Doom to fight is no different from sending meat to the chopping board. Therefore, the Undead dare not approach the Source of Darkness hall where Sauron's power is at its strongest." If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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