Annie shook her head and rejected Carolyn's suggestion. She looked up at the sky. "Those two fire dragons are a big problem. Tell the gunners to give up on attacking the Vikings and focus on the flying dragons."
"Understood!" Carolyn's expression was stiff as she turned and left.
Hundreds and thousands of gunners changed their target, and the fire dragons circling in the sky didn't dare to act rashly. In the end, fire dragons were just slightly more powerful monsters. If they were hit, they would lose a layer of skin even if they didn't die.
If they were hit in the vital parts or in the wings, they risked falling into the sea.
In the game, the Vikings didn't train dragons like in movies and TV shows, where everyone had a dragon as a pet. Every dragon was the lifeblood of the Vikings and was equivalent to a strategic nuclear weapon.
Under the control of the dragon tamers, the two fire dragons circled in the sky, but didn't dare to dive down. The flames they spewed gave the naval fleet a chance to breathe.
"Put out the fire quickly!" Annie said with determination.
Although the sailing battleship was the most advanced warship at that time, it was still made of wood. Once the fire spread, they would be buried in the sea of fire before the Vikings even took action.
"Quick! Pour water! "
"Hurry up!"
With the help of the sailors, the fire was gradually put out. As the giant of the sea, the battleship wouldn't easily sink even if it was bombarded by cannonballs, let alone a small fire.
Its huge size made it exceptionally tenacious.
Those who followed Annie out to sea this time, whether it was the navy officers or sailors, were all experienced people.
After a series of remedial measures, the naval fleet finally stabilized their position.
However, without the suppression of the guns, the Vikings' dragon boats became more and more unbridled. They were even more fearless and faster as they charged at the battleships.
Each battleship was surrounded by five or six dragon boats.
The navy officers on the battleships could already see the long curly beards of the Vikings on the dragon boats. The pirates opened their mouths wide, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth with meat foam hanging from the gaps of their teeth.
On one side was the huge dragon spewing fire in the sky, and on the other side were the aggressive pirates.
The navy's gunners suddenly found themselves in a dilemma.
The sea was in chaos. The vertical formation of the naval fleet was completely broken up by the dragon boats. The 15 battleships were now fighting separately. Because of the chaos, they didn't even dare to open fire for fear of hitting their allies.
A boarding battle was unavoidable.
"Pa, pa, pa!" Gangplanks were put down from the dragon boats and connected to the battleship.
According to the ancient Viking tradition, they should have taken turns to fight one on one.
Everyone who stepped onto the gangplank would face the same fate: either they would kill all of their opponents, or they would die in battle, and their companions would avenge them.
If they felt afraid, they could turn around and jump into the sea. No one would chase after deserters, but those who gave up the right to fight were no different from the dead. From then on, even their families would ignore their existence.
Therefore, the first to enter the fray at the bow of the ship were usually the most elite warriors of the Viking pirates. They would roar boorishly and indulge themselves in the thrill of battle. They knew that the springboard beneath their feet was soaked in the blood of their ancestors, and that their descendants would also land on the same place.
During the battle, the Viking pirates were unusually fanatical and fearless. Anger made the Vikings appear powerful and terrifying, and such warriors were called berserkers.
Unfortunately, they were not facing pirates, but the British Navy. The navy paid particular attention to efficiency. If it was a one-on-one fight, a single gunner would be able to kill a ship full of Viking pirates.
Ancient traditions passed with the passing of time.
"Fire at will!"
Countless bullets rained down on the Viking pirates.
The pirates at the front fell in rows, their corpses falling into the sea. The pirates that followed behind did not show any signs of fear. They braved the hail of bullets, brandished their battle axes, and charged forward without fear of death.
In an instant, the gangplank was dyed red with blood. To the Viking pirates, this was a form of glory.
The Viking warriors on the dragon ship constantly threw their spears at the other side, providing cover for their attacking compatriots. The Vikings' spear throwing technique was exquisite, and they never missed.
The gunners had weak defenses. Once they were hit by the spears, there was almost no chance of survival.
In the three years of Gaia where firearms were still in its infancy, and with the support of the game's unique cultivation system, firearms might not necessarily have the upper hand against cold weapons.
Be it Eastern True Essence or Western Qi, they were not to be underestimated. When one cultivated to a high level, ordinary firearms would not be able to hit a high-level warrior. For example, Ouyang Shuo.
After a huge sacrifice, the Viking pirates finally broke through the short gangplank that was less than four meters long.
The Viking pirates at the front jumped off the deck and charged into the ranks of the gunners like ferocious tigers. The huge and sharp double-headed battle axes had astonishing lethality.
For a moment, the flintlock team was in chaos.
Once the gap was opened, it could no longer be blocked.
"Charge!" Hundreds and thousands of Viking pirates stepped on the gangplank skillfully and jumped into the battleship.
The chaotic battle officially began.
This kind of battle style was what the Viking pirates were best at. The moment of glory that belonged to them had arrived!
At the same time, without the suppression of the gunners, the two giant dragons circling high in the sky dived down again. Under the command of the Dragon Tamer, the giant dragons spewed out raging flames.
The sails of the battleship were set ablaze, and all of them were scrapped.
For a battleship that was purely driven by wind, without sails, it was like a giant without legs, or a bird without wings. Even turning became difficult. Their huge bodies became extremely clumsy in an instant.
The battle situation was becoming more and more disadvantageous for the naval fleet.
At this moment, even if they wanted to retreat, they couldn't.
Annie's expression was firm and resolute. With a swoosh, she unsheathed the long sword at her waist. "Iron Lady, follow me into battle and kill the enemy!" A majestic aura rose into the sky, making her look heroic.
Under the sunlight, Annie was like a battle angel from heaven who had descended to the earth, dazzling. The noisy and chaotic battlefield couldn't hide her brilliance, and the soldiers fell head over heels for her.
"Hah!"
In response to Annie was a chorus of tender shouts.
On the upper deck of Annie, three thousand Iron Lady guards were ready to go. They were all female players, and also the elites of the elites among combat players.
They were well-equipped and well-trained.
They were the Iron Ladies, the most unique unit in the English region.
Although they were women, they weren't inferior to men.
"Kill!"
Annie waved her long sword, and silver light flashed as she fought with the Viking pirates.
"Kill!"
The Iron Lady army rushed into the battle, and they were even more ferocious than the Viking pirates. The Viking pirates, who had been aggressive just a moment ago, were gradually losing ground under the assault of the army.
Surrounded by the Iron Lady, Annie was like a god, killing in all directions.
In an instant, the morale of the navy was greatly boosted.
"What a bunch of she-devils!"
On a dragon ship in the distance, the pirate leader Humphnut muttered to himself.
"Boss, what should we do now?" A fat pirate beside him asked.
"Hey, don't worry about Annie. Focus on attacking the other warships first, and then deal with those she-devils." Humphnut was small and skinny, and he was very different from the average Viking pirate leader.
The large cow-horned helmet on his head formed a sharp contrast with his small and skinny body.
His mouth of yellow teeth was even more glaring.
"Understood!" The fat pirate laughed, and he was as wretched as his boss.
Unbeknownst to Annie, the Viking pirates were quietly adjusting their tactics.
The flames of war were burning, and blood was boiling.
Blood and glory were intertwined on the battlefield.
…
"Miss, bad news! The other warships can't hold on any longer!"
Carolyn, who was covered in blood, suddenly ran over. The dried blood on her face made her look even more tender and beautiful, like a blood-colored rose blooming on the battlefield.
Even the Viking pirates, who had unique aesthetics, were drooling over Carolyn's hot figure.
"Ha!"
Annie waved her long sword and cut off the head of a Viking pirate.
She looked around. With Iron Lady overseeing the situation, Annie had temporarily stabilized and gained the upper hand. On the warships further away, the cheers of the Viking pirates grew louder and louder.
Annie had only brought five battleships with her this time. Three of them had sunk under the sudden attack of the giant dragons. The remaining thirteen battleships were the territorial navy that William had arranged.
Regular naval battles were the strong suit of the navy, but it was too much for them to fight on the ships. Under the conscious pincer attack of the Viking pirates, the navy soldiers were beaten back, and their corpses piled up on the deck.
For the first time, a trace of guilt flashed in Annie's stubborn eyes.
She was still too willful. She had rashly gone out to sea, and ended up being ambushed by the Viking pirates.
In fact, this was not the first time Annie had encountered the Viking pirates. The first two times she had met them were small groups of Viking pirates, and they were easily dealt with by Iron Lady's army.
This aroused Annie's passion to eliminate the pirates.
Little did she expect that she would be targeted by a large group of Viking pirates. The third time Annie led her troops out to sea, she fell into the Viking pirates' trap and was surrounded by them.
Not only that, but she also dragged the escort fleet arranged by her elder brother into a quagmire.
"Miss, let's retreat while the other warships are still engaged in a chaotic battle!" Carolyn looked anxious.
"No!" Annie shook her head stubbornly. "I will never be a deserter!"
"Miss!" Carolyn had a helpless look on her face, and her voice unconsciously became heavier. "If this drags on and you are captured, wouldn't the sacrifices of the soldiers be in vain?"
"That won't do. At most, we will die in battle." Annie stopped Carolyn from dissuading her. "Say no more."
Warriors had their own path of martial arts that they insisted on.
There was no such thing as compromise in Annie's path of martial arts. Just as she had said, "At most, we will die."
On the Annie Battleship, there was a sense of determination.
The Iron Lady army was not dissatisfied with Annie's willfulness. Wasn't this persistence and uncompromising attitude one of the reasons why they followed Annie?
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death! "
A murderous aura filled the air on Annie.
At this moment, a huge swallow-shaped fleet slowly sailed over from the distant sea.
The golden dragon flag fluttering on the fleet was extremely eye-catching.
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