The coalition warship that had bypassed the flames had just pointed its bow at the raft city, and was greeted by a row of white light, and then it approached, and then there were locust-like cannonballs.

The warships of the coalition forces, which are the best ships of various countries and families, have been rampant in the sea of the Yellow Tide, how can they go through such a crazy shelling.

In an instant, sawdust flew sideways, hitting a strong smoke and dust, and floated out on the fleet of the coalition forces, like a rain of sawdust falling under the "dark clouds".

Then, before the gunners had time to take aim, they could not wait to fire the guns, and the sailors roared, and carried out boxes of shells, but the unfortunate ones were hit by stray bullets, and the round shells rolled all over the deck in a burst of fire.

On the lower deck of the cabin, the pulpers were still neatly moving the pulp, and the sound of the trumpet was still excited, and there was a loud bang, sawdust splashed, and a red-hot cannonball came in out of nowhere, grazing the bodies of several pulpers, and then shot somewhere, and the process was only like lightning.

"Don't panic! keep working on the oars!" shouted the oarsman, dazzled, and dusted off the flying wood chips from his body as if nothing had happened.

The oarsmen dared to panic, and as soon as they lifted the oars neatly, another cannonball came in out of nowhere, hitting the floor of the oars' cabin straight into the floor, the wood made a piercing crack, and the cannonball was still embedded in the wooden plank, emitting black smoke.

The oars were dumbfounded, no one could cover up the "iron lumps" in front of them, and no one would be able to explain it clearly.

His face was like a dead pig's skin that had fallen into hot water, and he quickly turned pale, and then glared at the oarsmen on both sides, and forced a trill, and stammered, "No...... Don't panic!

But at the same time as the shouting, the whole person had already stepped on the escalator leading to the deck, and the others, who were willing to wait for death under the cabin, all followed the steps of the oarsman and did not forget to shout the trumpet, and rushed to the deck.

A warship that has lost its oars is like a tiger that has lost its four claws, let its teeth be sharp, and it will lose its ability to attack its prey.

The newly emerging fleet of the coalition forces was met by the raft city warships, and the ships that followed behind certainly did not give the raft city a chance to smash again, but quickly sailed towards the sea area farther away at both ends, and quickly fled beyond the range of the raft city ship guns.

But the two fleets of Raft City, at both ends of the "wall of fire" dozens of miles long, were like two teams of wolf hunters rushing into the bison herd, and each of them was aimed at the density of the coalition warships, because the last order they received was to deal the greatest blow to the coalition fleet at all costs.

This order was issued by Doichiro, and his order is in the hearts of the Wei people, and it is the same as that of Shoyama Sakura.

But this time, Daoichiro didn't act according to the plan of Sakura Yama, he felt that she had full authority to arrange, which was really redundant, and he may have never believed in himself, so he took over the power and never let go.

Thinking of this, he hated, hated so much, he hated this "insidious" "woman", won his love, became his wife, and still missed others.

He was extremely unwilling, he always thought that when he became the husband of Her Royal Highness the princess, he should stand in front of the princess and be in charge of everything she had, at least in the heart of a virtuous and intelligent wife, he should think like this.

However, everything was not what he imagined, and the dissatisfied heart, as if it had lost its blood, was filled with sand, and finally became a sand pit, no matter how much water dew moistened, it would not feel the slightest bit of moisture.

Doichiro was immersed in darkness, and the speedboat he was on was also immersed in darkness, but it was half red by the light of the fire behind him.

He was a little worried, afraid that people would find out that the person who did something bad would inevitably be in his heart, so he was anxious.

Behind him was the sound of dense cannons, and the forward fleet led by himself was fighting desperately, but he sneaked back.

It has been said that people are like painters, but they are also like a painting that can change, every painter is eager to depict the beauty and splendor in the painting, but every painting is not so natural under the brush, it will change with time and environment.

Michiichiro is the painting that changes, the beauty of the painting, but he can't help the passage of time.

He took advantage of the cover of the night and sneaked back to the raft city, silent and unnoticed.

So much so that he began to admire himself, not only did he plan seamlessly, but he also seemed to have God's help in the dark.

The sound of the cannons in the far sea gradually subsided, and a few sounded from time to time, but the war drums on the raft tower rumbled and shook, like the cicadas under the scorching sun after the rain.

The two warships of the Venezuelan forward were all buried in the "sea of ships" of the coalition forces, and no one flinched, that is to say, no one was spared.

Yamazakura gritted her teeth with hatred, but the pain was shaky, she hated Doichiro for acting without permission and ruining her entire plan, after all, the number of enemy ships is a hundred times that of her own, and the courage of the horseman is just to give the enemy a better chance.

And the death of both fleets, including Michiichiro's life and death, still made her extremely painful, she said that she couldn't tell if she loved him, but she knew that the husband and wife had overcome love, and even better than each other's lives.

But she still stood stubbornly, at this life-and-death moment, as the commander of the whole army, she could not allow her to fall, she waved her hand to stop the drumming behind her.

In the current situation, the enemy's fleet will be killed under the raft city before dawn.

"What should I do?" Ze Mingyue asked in a deep voice, because he knew in his heart that of course it was impossible for his side, there were only those two teams of warships, but these two teams were really a little aggressive.

Tears slipped down Sakura Sakiyama's expressionless face, her heart churned, and then she felt a violent colic, she thought that Michiichiro was deliberate, like suicide, but this suicide seemed to be vigorous, but I don't know how much pain and difficulty it left her.

"Stupid!"

She looked at the flaming red of the distant sea, and whispered to herself, forcibly withdrawing her tears, but it was like blood oozing from a wound, drying it and flowing out uncontrollably.

She choked up and couldn't speak, but said to Ze Mingyue with difficulty: "Solid-Defend the raft city, other ships, lurk and don't move!"

Ze Mingyue nodded, and the war drums sounded again, like a mockery of the souls of the dead, one after another, along the ripples of the waves, floating into the distance.

All the people who are chasing the demon gang in the Destroyer Lord, thousands of warships, a huge coalition of ships, the front fleet of ships has been mostly destroyed, the squadron ships know what happened, and the rear fleet does not know anything other than a few noises.

When the sound of the war drums of the raft city wafted, all the coalition warships that rushed to the front stopped, and they did it in a harmonious and tacit way, and it seemed that no one wanted to be the "first bird" that was beaten.

Some of their ships simply dropped anchor, intending to wait until dawn before making their next move.

Just out of the ghost gate, in this dark night, no one wants to take the risk of death in the blink of an eye, even if some ships are bold, but with the tragic scene just now, they have to follow the mainstream, drop anchor, and wait for dawn.

On the icy sea, the fire that devoured countless warships finally gradually extinguished, and then turned into smoke that soared into the sky, and spread to all sides under the night sky with a faint cold light, forming a world like a ghost domain.

The sea breeze has stopped, but the smell of oil and flesh in the smoke still spreads for hundreds of miles, filling the entire coalition fleet, and also drifting into the raft city, so that everyone who is still panting can smell a trace of "chic" in the air.

The taste of oily meat has even surpassed the smoke and dust, and it has drifted wider.

If you know the cause, the monstrous flames that rise from the ignition of hundreds of warships, the endless screams of the living being roasted, you can't help but be nauseous, and then vomit out the bits and pieces that can be spit out in your stomach.

If you don't know the root cause, you will secretly wonder, where does the barbecue come from?

Giroud, who was sleeping soundly in the cabin, seemed to smell the same smell in his dream, saliva poured from the corners of his sleeping mouth, and he didn't forget to shout stupidly: "Roast, well-a little burnt!"

Lin Xigou's ears moved, he sat up vigilantly, raised his nose, and sure enough, he smelled a smell of barbecue, at this moment Chen Jiang had also woken up, and seven people, except for Wang Dan, Taoke Nuonuo and Zizhuang, were all crowded in the outer cabin of this small boat.

"Barbecue mixed with the smell of **?"

Lin Xi seemed to be asking himself, and then looked at Chen Jiang with a blank face, and said movingly: "It should be the smell of people being burned!"

Chen Jiang was also moved at the same time, because he didn't smell anything at all, except for the faint smell of the sea, only the strong fragrance on Zizhuang's body yesterday.