The wind was calm, the night was quiet, but Durotan couldn't sleep for some reason, he crawled out of bed lightly, for fear of waking up the tired Draka, and then slowly walked to the hammock of his two children, looking at the lovely faces of his son and daughter sleeping with great peace of mind, showing a smile.

Unable to sleep, Durotan stepped out of the cabin, and felt the cool sea breeze on his face, and walked to several lookouts on the ship, ready to pay his respects to the soldiers on duty.

"King Durotan, Chieftain. ”

They were called by the same respect, and Durotan treated them as brothers, and the warriors remembered them and were grateful for them.

"I've brought some broth, would you like to try it?"

Durontan smiled and spoke harmonious words, but to the ears of the warriors it sounded like the whispers of demons, and there seemed to be a terrible trap hidden in them.

"King Durotan's cooking is so unpalatable that it can kill!" This is something that everyone in the Voyage Fleet knows except for Durotan himself.

"No, Lord Durotan, we're not hungry, and we're on duty. The orc warrior who was questioned replied as if he was rushing for his life.

Durotan sighed with some disappointment: "In this way, then I can only enjoy it myself, these soups are leftovers from the day of our chef Gart, I think it's a pity to pour it, so I heated it up." ”

As soon as the orc warrior heard this, he immediately felt that his little heart had been hit hard, which made him cry in distress.

But Durotan suddenly put down the thermos flask, clinged to the fence of the lookout, and stared fiercely at the north.

The orc warrior captain immediately realized something, and hurriedly looked in that direction like Durotan.

At night, there were several dark shadows looming on the sea, and Durotan and the orc warrior leader looked at each other, and immediately realized that there was a fleet over there.

"Sound the alarm immediately. ”

Durotan said to the orc warrior commander categorically, and immediately jumped off the lookout, walked to the command room, and ordered with a flasher: "In the direction of twelve o'clock in the north, fire the flare immediately!"

His order was carried out immediately, and as soon as the alarm bell rang, flares were fired into the sky.

Durotan stared to the north, and the moment the fleet had nothing to hide, his face immediately changed drastically, the formation of that fleet was scattered, and the bow of the ship was facing them collectively, obviously the comer was not good.

"The whole ship is ready to meet the enemy! As soon as the enemy enters the firing range, open fire!"

Durotan decided to strike first without hesitation, he knew that the cannons of this world, both in range and power, were inferior to their tribe's steel artillery, and on the premise of determining the hostility of the other party, he naturally had to give full play to this advantage.

Durotan, who was in the command room, stared into the distance through the demonized glass, quietly waiting for the cannon fire to sound, but before the cannon fire, another bad news came to his ears.

"Enemy ships were spotted at three o'clock in the east! Enemy ships were spotted at six o'clock in the south! ...... in the west."

The bad news that the enemy's tracks had been spotted in three directions at the same time immediately made Durotan realize that this was a long-planned night attack of the siege, and after a moment of thought, he ordered loudly before the artillery fire began:

"The steel artillery will give up attacking the enemy ships in the north and attack the enemy ships in the east! The fleet will advance at full speed and break through!"

The guns of the steel giant ship immediately began to turn at his command, and no sooner had the rotation been completed, and the enemy was already within their range.

"Boom!"

Deafening cannon fire, Durotan watched as several orange-yellow meteors crossed the sky and shot straight at the enemy fleet to the east.

Even in the darkness of the night, the water column could be observed rising into the sky, and although no cannonballs could be heard falling into the water, Durotan was still very satisfied with the power of the silence.

"When I go back this time, I'll definitely have to go to Iquito to learn about kinetic strikes. ”

Durotan took out his monoculars and stared at the dissipating column of water in the east, hoping to see the final result.

The dozens of enemy fleets that loomed disappeared by at least a third under the terrible shelling, and it is not known whether the violent waves overturned the ships, or whether they were directly hit by the shelling and sank to the bottom of the sea.

The corners of Durotan's mouth gradually curled up into a bright smile.

"There is no difficulty in breaking through, the enemy is weak, is there anything better than this?"

As the Frostwolf Chieftain, Durotan didn't really like this kind of battle, and with the huge difference in firepower between the two sides, this naval artillery battle was nothing less than a slaughter.

However, this is a special situation, although he has a trace of guilt in his heart, but more of a strong determination to protect Drakar and his own children.

For their sake, Durotan is willing to do anything.

"Keep firing! Try to reduce the number of enemies!"

"Chief, there are several small clippers that are approaching us!"

As soon as Durotan gave an order, the scouts of the Frostwolf Clan suddenly sent back another piece of bad news.

Durontan grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

"It's the right strategy, but it's a little self-defeating! The steel cannons continue to fire! All the warriors are ready to fight in close quarters! Rejoice! Warriors of the tribe! Your glory is here!"

"Lok'TarOgar!

The warriors roared loudly, venting the fanatical battle intent in their hearts, the enemy's actions were simply in their arms, the warriors wished they had come sooner, their tomahawks were already hungry and thirsty!

The enemy's clippers soon came into the sight of the warriors, and there were really a lot of them, but the orc warriors grinned and showed their metallic "fangs!"

"Iron Hand Cannon Volley!"

As soon as Durotan gave the order, the guns rang out in unison, and the steel hand cannon that was ready to fire immediately fired a deadly heavy bullet, dealing a heavy blow to the enemy!

The heavy one-headed bullet used against the demon hit the bodies of those human sailors, and immediately displayed terrifying destructive power.

The warhead flies, first penetrates the human body, and then penetrates the hull, and the ship's destruction and death are said to be such a situation.

Durotan looked at the results with satisfaction, but at the fence where he was, a hook lock suddenly flew up, and he looked down to see that there were still smart human soldiers.

The ship was wrecked and fell into the sea, knowing that their only way to survive was to capture the steel giant.

Unfortunately, if they could have been a little smarter, they should have known not to be a bird.

A human sailor climbed up the hook lock, his hands propped up, his head over the fence, and then he saw a chill, and then he didn't know anything.

Durotan slammed his axe and stared coldly at the hook lock, like a hunter waiting for his prey to step into a trap, and he noticed that there were human soldiers climbing the steel giant ship one after another, but he didn't have any worries at all.

The human beings who boarded the steel giant ship stepped on the deck of the giant ship in a down-to-earth manner, but their feet immediately became weak and their faces were as white as paper.

The orc warriors, who were a head or two taller than them, like giants, smiled fiercely, as if to say:

“Welcome！”