The waves gently lapped on the beach of the Chuanshan Islands, and a group of human soldiers on night patrol carried rifles on their backs, and the non-commissioned officers led by the team carried a horse lantern in their hands, and the whole group stopped to rest while patrolling along the coastline and passed the outpost, when they suddenly heard a shout from the watchtower of the outpost, shouting:

"Hey, the sea is foggy!"

An officer on the night watch approached the narrow window, and sure enough, when he saw a flashing light signal coming from the direction of the lighthouse, he turned back to his men and said:

"There's a signal from the lighthouse for us to ring the fog bell."

"Dangdang! Dangdang! Dangdang ......"

Under the gradually thickening white mist, the long, rhythmic sound of the fog bell can be transmitted to the deck of the ship several nautical miles away, which can effectively prevent the ship from running aground in the fog and other serious accidents, compared to taking a few stone bullets in a naval battle, it is obviously a more dangerous gamble to use the wooden plank to compete with the forces of nature.

"Stop, stop rowing, there seems to be a boat ahead?"

The dhorn-sailing boat, which sailed slowly in the fog, had sailed out of the harbor the previous night to catch fish, but on its way back to the harbor it was foggy, and the bearded captain and four fishermen and sailors lowered their sails, listened to the sound of the fog bells, carefully judged their position, and slowly paddled their oars close to the shore until they faintly caught a glimpse of a large black shadow in the fog.

Staring at the dark shadow looming in the mist, a look of horror flashed in the eyes of one of the sailors, and he couldn't help muttering:

“…… Captain, is that a battleship or a merchant ship? ”

Hearing this, the bearded captain with a nervous expression slapped him on the head and rebuked loudly:

"Don't talk too much, I'm ...... Well, how can it be ...... later"

"Boom la la ......"

Suddenly, along with the loud sound of water, a large splash of water swelled, and in an instant, a huge black shadow emerged from under the surface of the sea and overturned the small fishing boat on the spot, and then sailed past without hesitation to crush it. The sailors who had survived the fall into the water clung to the broken planks and barrels and other floating objects in horror, and watched with horror as large black ships dived out of the water and surfaced, as if a fleet was coming from another world under the sea.

"Oh God! Help me! Save my soul from falling into the hands of the devil and demons! ”

Ghost Ship! These dark shadows are all ghost ships, they appear with broken sails, this sight is not good news for sailors, ghost ships can only bring news of death, they are nightmares that make voyagers sleep.

The Chuanshan Islands are not far from the main mainland, and the early warning time is relatively limited, so Luo Zhengdao, who has always been vigilant, only wants to learn from the owl, and when he sleeps, he opens one eye to guard against the enemy's surprise attack, and of course he is particularly attentive to the arrangement of the vigilance work. The ancient Chinese said: If there is something good at the top, it will be very bad at the bottom. His own immediate boss was so cautious in doing things, lest something go wrong when he went down to the grassroots level to inspect the post, and the grassroots officers were of course doubly nervous.

At this time, as the fog could no longer cover the ghost ship that was getting closer and closer to the shore, the lookout whistle sounded the horn of warning, and cried out desperately:

"Spotting the unknown fleet approaching!"

The officer on duty rushed out of the post with his coat on, he turned his head to look at the sea, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he shouted loudly:

"Ring the alarm! Launch the trumpet cannon! ”

"Dangdangdang......"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Awakened by the rumbling sound of cannons in his sleep, Luo Zhengdao jumped up from the bed, pushed open the balcony window of his residence, and saw that under the white mist, the black and oppressive shadow of the sail was becoming clear, and he only felt that his scalp was exploding for a while, and this time it was a big trouble.

Having seen the horrors of the ghost ship in the Sea of Death, Luo Zhengdao reflexively realized the danger without recalling it carefully, and immediately turned back to the room, took off his clothes and sword from the hanger, walked out of the room and went straight to the stable. Walking halfway, he suddenly saw a figure suddenly running from a distance, Luo Zhengdao immediately pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and when the two sides got closer, he found out that it was Brando Scarlet. There are still lipstick marks on the cheeks of this wanderer, it seems that he was not idle last night, but fortunately, His Excellency the captain is quite dedicated, and as soon as he heard the movement, he rushed over and found Luo Zhengdao.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! The fleet is anchoring, and the batteries are ......"

"Tom! Tong! Tom ......"

Before Brando finished speaking, the sound of artillery in the distance had already overshadowed his words, Luo Zhengdao made a silent gesture, and took advantage of the interval between the shelling to say:

"Okay, they're fast, you follow me to the docks."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Waiting for Luo Zhengdao to rush to the nearest coastal fort in one go, Zola Hegel had been directing here for half a day, and Luo Zhengdao was very puzzled by the series of changes that happened tonight, and asked in a low voice:

"Zola, how did these ghost ships get through our cordon?"

Hearing his question, the boatswain, who was already dark enough, pursed his lips and said in a muffled voice:

"I don't know, the sentry posts we set up on the periphery are not aware of it, and it is likely that they are covered by fog."

After thinking for a while, Luo Zhengdao nodded and said:

"Alright! You stay here in command. Brando, come with me to the fleet. ”

"Raise the sails! Weigh! Hurry up! ”

Riding a war horse all the way to the dock trestle, rushing to the battleship along the gangplank, Brando Scarlet sent sailors to complete the preparation for sailing, and Luo Zhengdao, who didn't even breathe, pulled the cork of the communication brass pipe in the command tower and shouted:

"I'm Will Needham, turn on the rocket afterburner propulsion immediately...... You say you're not ready? Is the engine wasted without preheating? Bastard! Any idea what time it is? What fuel do you save! Execute the command! ”

As one of the main power sources to drive the ironclad ship, the high combustion temperature of the nozzle of the rocket engine and the harsh working environment far exceed the melting point and strength tolerance limits of most metals.

For this thorny technical problem, the traverser Luo Zhengdao and the goblin holding the secret recipe of the ancestors embarked on a completely different technical route, drawing on the ideas of the old world rocket technology, mixed with a certain proportion of low melting point metal powder to make special cermets, relying on the characteristics of continuous volatile metal composition cooling, continuous combustion for one hour, the engine nozzle has to be scrapped, the rocket engine with independent unit design of the built-in fuel is preheated, usually burned for less than an hour, naturally solves the thorny life problem.

The goblins with a poor spirit of innovation moved out of the alchemy encyclopedia left by the ancestors of the First Empire, and the elders finally found a mixture formula with fire resistance and heat resistance after a few days, which was originally used to temporarily coat the armor of the brave and as a fire prevention measure for dragon slaying equipment, and it is said that even the ultra-high temperature red dragon breath can withstand it.

The Goblin version of the rocket engine engraves the runes of the vent parts and works with the alchemy mixture to extend the life of the vent from the first unbearable minutes to months, and does not require replacement or additional maintenance in the process. Although the processing cost of this method is relatively expensive, firstly, the Second Goblin Empire is not bad for money, and secondly, the overall cost performance is not inferior to Luo Zhengdao's version, so what else do they have to complain about?

"Point the bow at the ghost ship and crash it at full speed."

Luo Zhengdao's hoarse shout sounded a little unconfident to the sailors, but fortunately they were very confident in the combat power of the ironclad ship under their feet, and it was obvious who would suffer if they touched the steel with wood.

"Boom! Click......"

The bow part of the ironclad ship is not within the protection range of the armor plate, according to the strong construction of his subordinates, Luo Zhengdao configured the metal ramming angle in the bow as usual, this outdated naval combat weapon is still relatively efficient when it is necessary to play with life, whether it is to solve the enemy's life or cut off one's own life.

After the impact tactics were successful, Luo Zhengdao couldn't hold back his excitement and shouted:

"Order all ironclad ships to launch a surprise attack with the flagship, and not allow the ghost ships to land ashore."

These strange ghost ships are a huge threat in themselves, but the price of fighting a naval battle on the surface of the sea is insignificant compared to how many soldiers' lives it takes to destroy the necromantic creatures they host after landing. However, things were hardly as expected to be, and despite the double attack of the shore-based batteries and the ironclad fleet, some of the ghost ships managed to seize the beach. As the springboard was silently lowered, skeletons, zombies, mummies, ghosts, and other necromancers poured out, and the number was so large that a single glance could shock a person suffering from dense phobia.

"Lower the floodgates!"

Vena Dubov, who rushed to the port area, immediately abandoned her unrealistic illusions and decisively ordered the gate of the checkpoint leading from the port area to the interior of the port area to be cut off, even if the wooden fence gate was not very strong, so that it could delay a little longer, and the most important thing now was time. What the? What should the people who are trapped in Minato do? Pray for their souls to rest in peace!

The ruined Chuanshan Islands struggled to regain their former peace in wisps of black smoke and faintly flickering firelight, the last embers after the fierce battle, and Luo Zhengdao led his men to kill no less than a hundred ghost ships. Oh, my God! The devil knows if the entire Sea of Death has been scavenged, and if he can make up these hundred ghost ships.

All right! Let's just say yes, why did these ghost ships come to the Chuanshan Islands en masse to have fun? Pure coincidence, you say? , even a three-year-old doesn't believe that. Behind the scenes! There must be someone behind it!

After a fierce battle, Luo Zhengdao's side was full of wounded soldiers, and Brando Scarlet Yan, who cooperated with the command of the fleet, could not retreat. His Excellency the Commander's handsome and angular face was caused by the ubiquitous negative energy damage on the battlefield to create many tiny cracks, through these skin openings, dark red muscle fibers were clearly visible, and this thriller look was directly pulled to shoot horror movies without having to bother special effects makeup artists.