"Goss is right, if Morning Glory Town wins, there shouldn't be sails and masts falling on the beach."

"Look at the landing of those sails and masts, as if they were sunk by some huge object."

"Could it be a trebuchet?" The orcs' faces changed slightly, and the placement of trebuchets on both sides of the river bank was a very insidious move, as if a few huge stones fell on the ship, the mast of the sail could break, and the deck could be sunk.

It was also at this time that a flash of fire appeared in the forest on the right.

Bang!

The sound of the cannon shook the forest, and the birds flew out of the forest, frightened, but not without a great shock.

On the contrary, the performance of the lion soldiers was much worse, and they saw a very fast shadow smash into the side of the ship, and then the big ship shook, the whole ship tilted to the left, and a huge river wave surged onto the deck, making the lion soldiers feel the bumpy feeling of the world spinning.

"What's going on?"

"What happened, what kind of attack was that?"

The orcs panicked, not knowing what was happening, only to feel that the whole ship was shaking, and the lion soldiers who were close to the edge of the deck were even thrown out.

They sank into the canal in heavy armor, choked on the water, and were unable to swim up, and fell to the bottom of the river.

Since there were only three guns, the fourth sail was lucky not to be hit, but the two hundred and forty guns in the forest did not spare them.

Bang bang!

A volley of muskets rang out, and the lion soldiers of the fourth galleon suddenly exploded their heads, and the whole person fell straight back.

Due to the close formation, the fallen lion soldier lay on top of his companion, and the companion was also headshot, and also fell on the companion behind him, causing a one-sided situation like cutting rice.

The lion soldiers of the first three ships were still nervous about the rocking sailboat, but when they saw the blood splattered on the deck of the fourth largest ship, a wave of silent fear filled their hearts.

"The men of the fourth boat are dead!"

"They're all dead!"

The sound spread more and more, and the lion soldiers of the three ships trembled, and the confusion made them not know what to do, and they did not know which ship of death would be next.

"Surrender or kill!"

In the forest, the voices of cat-eared orcs emerged, holding strange steel muskets, and their right hands were pressed with bullets and gunpowder with strange long rods, and then the barrels were pointed at them.

However, before the flintlock guns fired, the artillerymen brainlessly fired three more shots.

Boom, huge cannonballs shot into the large hole in the hull, causing a second wound, and the thunderous sound made all the lion men change color.

The shells pierced the hull of the entire ship, the river rushed to the bottom of the ship like a madness, and the three warships slowly sank.

The musketeers on the shore were stunned for a moment, looking at each other.

"Chief Ivan, what should we do now?" The musketeers didn't know what to do with their muskets, and the people who fired just now were artillerymen, not them.

They knew that the artillery was awesome, but in half a minute, all three ships were sunk, so what did they do.

You must know that the lion soldiers are all sunk into the river, and no matter how good the muskets are, they can't shoot directly through the river to hit the lion soldiers.

Besides, the canal is full of flowing sand, and the surface of the river is yellow and clear, and it is difficult to aim, and it is still unknown whether it can be shot.

"Set up a formation, prepare for a multi-stage shooting phalanx! Listen to me and shoot! ”

Ivan was only on the plane for three seconds and quickly came up with a plan to deal with it.

Their formation was initially lined up in a straight line, stretching out the longest line, making sure to include everyone on two or three ships within firing range.

Now that the fourth ship has been destroyed by concentrated fire, the lion soldiers on the deck, and the orcs in the cabin will not dare to come out for a short time, so the musketeers can be replaced with a multi-stage firing musket phalanx to create momentum.

The first row of shots is followed by crouching, the second row is followed by crouching, and the third row is the same, keeping the guns and kills continuous, keeping the enemy in constant fear of death.

Of course, such a phalanx needs to be commanded by a skilled commander, otherwise a random shot will hit friendly troops.

The phalanx was of little practical use, purely a face-saving project, but what they wanted was momentum, a momentum to coerce the enemy into surrendering.

The musketeers quickly assembled in a line of six, ten men each, and in five seconds four phalanxes were assembled on the shore.

When the ship sank and the lion soldiers swam ashore from the river, the loud warnings of the cat-eared orcs flew into their ears.

"Squat down with your head in your hands, or you will be executed directly!"

The stern voice made the lions stunned for a moment, and they did not react.

"Give you three seconds, three, two, one!"

Bang!

The lionman's eyes widened as he saw the muskets coming out of the cat-eared orc's long tube, and the heads of forty of his companions exploded directly in front of their eyes, splashing their faces with blood.

Without hesitation, the cat-eared orcs crouched down, revealing a second row of orcs, and the cold barrels of their guns in their hands.

Bang bang, another musket volley, some of the lion soldiers in helmets still couldn't resist the fate of the head explosion, the helmet exploded directly, and the headless corpse fell straight to the ground.

At this time, all the lion soldiers remembered the warning of the cat-eared orcs.

Hold your head and squat!

Every shot from the cat-eared orcs will bring a headshot warning, and every crouch will reveal a new barrel, so that everyone can't afford to have any thoughts of resistance.

The lions trembled, gritted their teeth, and crouched down.

Then they saw the second row of cat-eared orcs crouch down again after shooting, revealing the third-row cat-eared orcs, holding small iron tubes, and in a flash of fire, they took the heads of forty of their companions again.

And the orc who crouched down shivered, and couldn't help but feel cold all over his body when he heard the sharp sound of bullets whizzing in his ears.

What kind of weapon is this, so terrifying!

Goss was the first orc to crouch, along with Fawkes, his uncle.

He opened his eyes wide and saw a very fast black shadow coming out of each strange musket, and the black shadow was very fast, not so fast that it was silent, but his body could not keep up with the speed of his reaction at all, and he could only watch the bullets fly by stupidly.

In other words, the way this weapon attacks completely surpasses the speed of the Templars' physical reactions!

Goss, unlike his uncle, had mixed feelings, remembering that Ivan had explained to him that day that the long-barreled weapon on his body was a long-range weapon, and that the lanyard was the so-called "bowstring".

He doesn't know if the lanyard is a bowstring, but the phrase of long-range weapons is true, a whole row of musketeers with guns and guns can't withstand such an attack, even plate armor helmets can't withstand such an attack, what kind of helmet can stop their muskets in this world?

Perhaps an over-thickened steel shield could block their attacks, but what about the terrifying weapons that sank the sailboat, Goss despaired, and he found that Tomorrowtown was far more terrifying than he had imagined, and completely surpassed Saltpeter Town in terms of military strength.

"Surrender or kill, squat down with your head in your hands!"

Bang bang, the muskets were still firing, shooting the orcs who hesitated to crouch or not.

By the fifth round of volleys, all the lion soldiers were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, their ears trembling violently, their faces were almost buried in the sand, and their tails were shaking into an "S" shape.