"Beat these stupid birds hard, dare to come to King Crab Island to provoke Lao Tzu, he's fucking tired." Young Master Liang personally went into battle naked, and after aiming at the target, he lit the fuse, the roar of the heavy artillery made the battery tremble, and the eighteen-pound heavy artillery shell screamed out of the barrel, with an indomitable resolute momentum, easily blasted the mainmast of a clipper into pieces, and the remaining shells shredded the deck of the clipper, the howling pirates, and the tragic condition of the clipper, which made Liang Pengfei even more excited, for the enemy, he never knew what mercy was.

The cannon was roaring, and the white smoke of the tubes made the whole battery as poetic as an overseas fairy mountain, and the cannonballs that rushed out with a scream were more like fierce beasts that had escaped from their cages, frantically rushing out of the smoke clouds, roaring and knocking down the weak lambs, tearing them to pieces.

Captain Morley was desperate to find that the other party seemed to be playing tricks on his group of unlucky pirates, after a round of violent beatings, the direction of the artillery fire shifted, and all fell on the sampans and clippers that the pirates parked on the edge of the beach, watching those clippers and sampans that were destroyed by heavy artillery, turned into piles of debris, lying on the beach, the hearts of the pirates wrapped in mud were dripping blood, these Oriental pirates were too shameless, and they actually wanted to cut off their own back road.

However, their actions have finally provoked the blood of these Western pirates whose fierceness and death have been soaked into their bones.

Captain Morley stood up, touched the mud off his face, tore off the seaweed hanging from his head, and waved his sword like a desperate beast that had left a pack of hounds at a loss for help. "Brothers, there is no way to support us with artillery fire, everything can only rely on ourselves, their artillery fire position is too high, as long as we rush forward, there will definitely be a dead foot of artillery fire, when the time comes, victory will be ours, the treasures and women on the island will belong to us!"

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Captain Morley's words were not good, but his words still gave hope to the pirates who had been beaten by the fire, and hundreds of pirates roared to their feet, stumbling over the mudflats and charging at the ramp that led to victory.

Sure enough, under the encouragement of Captain Morley, when these pirates rushed to the slope of the dock to the island, the guns on the turret simply stopped firing completely, which further boosted the morale of Captain Morley and the others, but the dense row of guns knocked out half of their joy.

"Kill, hand-to-hand combat, we are pirates, we have swords in addition to muskets." The shouts of a pirate leader were like that of a Western bard, and the pirates fired forward with their short guns in their hands, and as they could lower their bodies as far as they could, and with their swords in hand, they rushed towards the end of the slope, confident that they could defeat any enemy if they could get close to each other.

"What are those things?" One of the pirates rushing forward struggled to a distance of less than fifty meters from the slope breastwork, and suddenly saw more than thirty black balls flying out from behind the breastwork.

As they spun in the air, the pirate could even see the ignited fuse behind him, and the pirate's pupils suddenly contracted like the eye of a needle, and before he could even give a warning, a flowering bullet landed three feet in front of him, and the last thing he saw was an orange, orange full of death flames.

Clusters of orange-red flames bloomed on the slopes, and a loud roar seemed to be the singing of thunderbolt spirits in the sky, with screams and wails dotted among them, and distorted faces and scattered limbs flickered in the smoke and shock waves, like the lava hell depicted in Dante's Divine Comedy.

In the rear, the pirates who had reached the tidal flats under artillery fire and jumped into the water that had flooded their calves and came to reinforce them were stunned when they saw this scene, and even forgot about the rocks and log obstacles under their feet, and stumbled in embarrassment, and were covered in muddy water.

"Quick, you idiots, go to the rescue, and you, unload the cannons on the clipper for me, and blow up that line of defense for me," Captain Morley looked at the heavy casualties of his men, his eyes red and almost dripping blood, and he struck his men with the back of his knife to give them the courage to move on.

The panic of the pirates quickly calmed down, and a large number of pirates gritted their teeth and unloaded the artillery from the clipper, but they were desperate to find that the crazy artillery fire on both sides had made it impossible to find a flat ground for the entire dock.

The guns of one gate were stuck in the quagmire, and they were pushing the guns forward with all their might under the raindrops, but the platoon of guns and flowering shells that seemed to never stop in front of them were rapidly crushing, squeezing their courage out.

Only one cannon just pushed up the slope, was accurately hit by a heavy artillery shell, the cannon body could not withstand such a heavy blow, the cannon body collapsed, and suddenly the living pirates around it became a blood lotus that bloomed outward, and there were broken arms and stumps everywhere, and on the side of the blue-black cliff that was close to the slope, there were splashed with bloodstains, just like a master of Chinese painting, after being drunk here, he splashed ink in high spirits, leaving a freehand landscape that has been sung through the ages.

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The pirates in the rear simply left behind the artillery still trudging in the muddy water, and lay down on the mud to avoid the artillery fire, like a group of hurried eels burrowing in the mud.

But the pirates still did not give up, and during the time when the guns of the battery were washed and loaded, they rowed frantically and rushed towards the tidal flats, and countless pirates were red-eyed, like gamblers who had lost their eyes in a hurry, and their actions aroused the courage of the forwards, and they stood up from the tidal flats again, brandished their muskets and knives, and launched a near-suicidal charge towards the slope.

The artillery was momentarily stopped, but the muskets were not, and the dense row of guns was like a sharp sickle, which was held in the hand of a skilled old peasant, humming a peasant tune, and reaping the full ears of rice easily, sickle after sickle, and the corpses were like bundles of lodging dry firewood, which spread down the entire slope, and the solid mud surface of the slope had soaked the thick plasma as slippery as tiles covered in water.

The black flowering cannonballs that flew out from behind the breastwork always caused countless screams of despair and hasty evasion.

Although they do not cause damage in a straight line like projectiles fired by artillery, they can inflict more fearful damage in a crowd by relying on the shock wave and shrapnel generated by the explosion of the fire.

The craters that let the flowering bombs blow up were like small bathtubs, and instead of a fragrant floral bath full of petals, the pots contained a thick, eerie dark red stinky blood, and even some pirates accidentally fell into it and stood up again, their hands in a hurry, no longer grasping the sword, but a hideous stump that made the blood so that the soul trembled.

Just when a large number of clippers crowded the tidal flats to reinforce forward, the guns of the battery reloaded, and let out a huge roar again, as if those pirates dared to appear arrogantly within their attack range and were particularly angry, one after another heavy shells were like meteorites falling from the sky, with the high temperature and blazing flames that rubbed out, hitting one after another bottomless huge holes on those decks, the flying flames ignited everything that could be ignited, and the fire spirits wantonly frantically devoured everything on the clipper... …

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ps: The second watch has finally arrived, everyone take a look, it's really tiring to write about the war scenes, and it's a little tired to write about vomiting blood, gods, for the sake of the small ones who work so hard, so I lost the votes or something.

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