"Kill!" More than a dozen fierce Zheng family dead soldiers who were biting knives, carrying firearms, and holding cables in one hand were lucky to avoid the rain of bullets, and those swords that were thrown over jumped from the air, and the sound of the shooting of the short firearms and the intersection of the blades became one, and they crashed into the crowd, and in an instant, the originally neat shooting queue had to be scratched.

The dense artillery fire and the thick white smoke from the muskets made the two warring sides seem to be shrouded in the fog, and Liang Pengfei felt that his breath seemed to be burning and aching from the smoke that was still emitting heat.

When he saw the turmoil in the musket team, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, and the dense and ruthless rain of bullets that harvested life began to show holes. This is definitely not wonderful news.

"Monk, kill them!" Liang Pengfei shot one of the Zheng family soldiers who was about to stab an injured Liang family soldier with a knife, and roared at the people around him. At this time, the scuffle on the deck became a mess, and Liang Pengfei wanted to solve the trouble in the shortest possible time, so he could only use his own team.

"Scholar, big madman, optimistic young master, go!" Monk Chen, who was holding a huge shield to cover for Liang Pengfei, handed over the shield to the hands of another personal soldier, the tiger roared, and the wide-backed war knife came out of the sheath. Behind him were several soldiers who had experienced a hundred battles, and the swords in their hands also drew a brilliant streamer in mid-air.

A dead soldier of the Zheng family suddenly turned his face sideways, the war knife that was originally waved in his hand couldn't help but stagnate, his pupils shrank, his body was tense, and the war knife that was supposed to stab people was already stopped above his head, trying to block this fatal blow.

Where can the war knife in his hand be able to resist Li Xiao's hands in the middle of the pu knife volley, the Zheng family's dead soldier's war knife made a terrible sound and collapsed back, the back of the knife slashed back on his forehead bone more quickly than castration, and the back of the knife was directly embedded in his forehead. His eyes froze for a moment, his hand let go of the hilt, unconsciously scratched forward, and fell straight to the deck.

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Monk Chen just walked forward step by step, and every Zheng family pirate who dared to stop him could only watch in despair as more terrible knife cuts erupted on his body, spurting blood fountains.

The addition of those personal soldiers beside Liang Pengfei instantly changed the seemingly chaotic battle situation on the deck, in this battlefield where the fire gun was fired, and the rest could only rely on the cold weapons to fight, personal bravery could not be ignored, seven or eight outrageously strong new forces made people unsightly killing, which could boost morale, and at the same time let those Liang family musketeers regain their composure.

The slightly chaotic musketeers resumed their alignment of shots again, using their rain of bullets like hell death warrants to weave into a dense and desperate web of fire, hitting those crazy Zheng family soldiers, one by one terrible gunshot wounds, making those crazy soldiers cover their bodies in despair and fall with bloody eyes.

Their eyes and mouths opened wide, and blood foamed from their mouths and wounds, and more Zheng family soldiers were pressed to the side of the ship, watching those companions fall one by one, their anger seemed to have nowhere to vent, and some of the soldiers who were so nervous that they roared wildly and wanted to pounce on them, only the shuttle projectiles greeted them, hitting all around them, and there were holes in the red blood that came out like springs.

The soldiers of the Zheng family have been pirates for a long time, which makes them accustomed to having a short fire gun in one hand and a war knife in the other, and the short fire gun after firing a shot is not even as good as an ordinary wooden shield at this distance.

They were frustrated at why they didn't prepare more bullets and gunpowder than their opponents on the other side, and this resentment made them try to lower their bodies and viciously curse the Liang musketeers who were shooting coldly on the other side.

In the blind corners where some of the Liang musketeers could not aim and shoot, the soldiers on both sides were roaring angrily, brandishing the war knives in their hands and fighting fiercely, the blood fountain appeared and disappeared in the sword light, and the body full of wounds or lost hands and feet let out a terrible wail.

Some of the blood stains had dried up and turned a dark brown under the scorching sun and the scorching gunpowder, and then fresh blood was poured on it, and the blood was mixed with the blood, like the blooming roses of death.

The artillery fire on both sides was still firing wildly, blowing up the sawdust of the adjacent ships, and from time to time a few unlucky ghosts became sacrifices under the shells.

Zheng Lianshou's face that had turned purple and full of horizontal flesh was so blue that he was afraid of people at the moment, watching his brave men struggling to attack the opponent's warship like moths to a fire, those damn and despicable guys actually despised the pirates' most accustomed defense method of one-handed musket and long-knife broadside warfare, but instead adopted a tactic he had never seen before, neatly listed the horizontal formation, and used the rows of guns that seemed to never stop to punch deep and terrifying blood holes in his subordinates.

"General, behind, Cam Ranh Bay!" Zheng Lianshou had just rushed through the side of the ship with a blade and killed the opponent in front of him, and there was another hot knife on his body, and he was about to pounce on an opponent, but he was stopped by a general who injured his left eye, pointing at the back and yelling at him.

Zheng Lianshou, who was so red-eyed and heartbeat, didn't react at once, and when the general repeated it again, Zheng Lianshou looked back, the excitement and surging killing intent on his original face instantly froze, and the direction of Cam Ranh Bay was already burning with urgent gunsmoke, and the billowing gunpowder smoke was so black that it was like a nightmare in the clear sky, which made Zheng Lianshou's face lose its blood, and the original passionate fighting passion was like someone taking a heavy hammer and smashing it down, retracting his asshole.

And when he saw the figure of the tall and majestic giant warship peeking out of the shadow of the coastline, the remaining trace of madness and ruthlessness turned into despair.

The huge warships pressed over with an indomitable momentum, the huge hull of the ship was like the largest creature in the sea, and the barrels of the two dense gun windows were like the hideous bone spurs growing from the body of the ancient beast.

The waves on their sides were like foaming waves, and they seemed to be unable to shake them in the slightest. And the banner of the Liang family fluttering high suddenly provoked the crazy excited roar of the Liang family soldiers who were fighting to the death.

The knife in his hand seemed to be sharper, the strength of his feet seemed to be stronger, and the musket in his hand seemed to become more handy when aiming.

"Withdraw! Retreat to Cam Ranh Bay! Zheng Lianshou is worthy of being a confidant general who has been born and died with Zheng Lianchang for a long time, and the reason that was overwhelmed by hatred and anger finally returned to his head, and he didn't even hesitate, and immediately gave the order resolutely.

After hearing the order to collect the troops, the Zheng family soldiers who were originally more and more crowded and denser had to start a hasty evacuation, using all means to move towards their warships, but there were also many Zheng family soldiers who had no chance to escape at all, and fell under the chaos of the old Liang family's knives and guns.

Liang Pengfei took a deep breath, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth, the time of Daddy's attack was really just right. Liang Pengfei roared loudly, telling those subordinates to pay attention to keeping their sanity and not being too impulsive, at this time it was those Zheng family pirates who were desperate to fight back.

However, after the effort, the warships of the two sides finally distanced themselves, and in the hoarse roar of Zheng Lianshou, except for the five warships that were still entangled with the pirates of the Liang family, they were left behind and broken, and the other ships all set sail towards Na Cam Ranh Bay.

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And at this time, those behemoths had already straightened the hull of the ship, slowly and firmly blocking the north shore of Cam Ranh Bay.

"Rush over, rush me at all costs." Zheng Lianshou, who used the gecko's broken tail to survive and entangled Liang Pengfei's warship, in exchange for a glimmer of life, knew very well that as long as he rushed into Cam Ranh Bay, he might be able to have a glimmer of life, otherwise, just the sin of losing Cam Ranh Bay and letting the grain and grass of the Nan Ruan army be wiped out was enough to make him hate and commit suicide.

However, how could Liang Daguan easily let go of this opportunity, with the wave of Liang Daguan's thick arms, the dense eighteen-pounder guns of those huge and incomparable giant warships spewed out a tube of blazing white ground, mixed with strong gunpowder smoke, and the huge projectiles broke free from the gravitational pull of the center of the earth, rubbed against the air and made a weird scream, and slammed towards the captain of the Zheng family who was about to break through the defense line.

The power of an eighteen-pound cannon is by no means comparable to that of an eight-pound or twelve-pound gun, an eight-pound or twelve-pound cannonball can open a gap in the Zheng family's warship at most, and the impact and destructive power of the eighteen-pounder cannon's cannonball can even knock the Zheng family's clipper through.

The kind of brutal shelling to the extreme, the dense rain of bullets, frantically poured on the way back of the Zheng family's warship, and even the sea surface rose up like a column of water like a giant whale gushing.

Some of the Zheng family's warships were even knocked sideways by the brutal impact of the eighteen-pounder cannonballs. The screaming cannonballs were not only tearing apart the warship and the fragile human bodies, but also tearing apart the desperate heart of Zheng Lianshou.

(To be continued)