"Hurry up, get moving, and get ready to land!"

"What's going on, haven't you reached the intersection of the river yet?"

"Don't you see ten suspicious orcs standing there, ready to disembark."

The soldiers of the ten ships all moved, raised their broadswords, their muscles tensed, and their eyes fixed on the shadows of the forest to see if there was anyone in ambush inside.

The helmsman turns the wheel to bring the boat closer to the shore.

It was also at this time that a burst of fire appeared on the shore in the distance.

An orc saw a suspicious orc pull a rope and a black object was thrown away as fast as lightning.

They looked up stupidly and watched as the twenty-nine-pound steel cannonball crossed the beautiful parabola with high speed and high kinetic energy, rumbling from the sky, and smashing into the first wooden sail ship.

Bang!

The deck was pierced by huge shells, smashed into the second, third, third.

Boom, there was another loud bang that exploded on the first ship, and the orcs, who were originally high-spirited, were directly stupid and stuck in place like wood.

They saw the wood of the captain's cabin burst, sawdust flying outward, and the Templar lords from the royal city cracking their plate armor and flesh flying, splattering blood staining the floor and walls of the captain's quarters red.

A third loud bang followed, exploding through the crowd of orcs.

There stood a dozen or so Templar Plate Knights in a tight huddle, protecting Viscount Morning Glory.

The viscount is also an awakened person, and his combat power is extraordinary, in fact, he doesn't need to be protected by others, but only a large number of people can make him feel at ease.

Unexpectedly, Alan saw that there were a lot of people there, and it was still an orc wearing plate armor, so he simply gave it a shot.

Then a dozen knights in plate armor were bombarded by a huge cannonball, and the cannonball pierced through the first person unabated, blasting through a straight line, and blood bloomed from it.

"Lord Viscount, are you alright?"

The orcs were shocked, Viscount Morning Glory, as a member of the temple and a noble fief, had a higher status than them, and must be protected.

The orcs rushed into the pile of flesh and blood, and saw the plate knight with morning glory patterns on the surface lying in a pool of blood, and his right arm was directly gone, but fortunately his body was intact.

"Ahem, help me up, don't stay here." Viscount Morning Glory lifted his head armor, blood spurted from his mouth, his left hand covered his right shoulder, and his shoulder was bleeding frequently.

The soldier immediately tore the white cloak and wrapped the wound on the viscount's severed arm with cloth, barely stopping the bleeding.

The whole process lasted for more than ten seconds, and the panic made all the orcs lose their minds, and the orcs ran directly into the inner cabin.

Rumble!

A cannonball hit, and the soldiers of the first ship felt the whole ship shake, followed by a rumbling sound and the sound of water pouring in.

The bottom of the ship was penetrated!

Terrible, what the hell is this attack, the lion soldier scratches his hair frantically, unable to understand such a thing.

Two more shells smashed into the fleet behind, killing a large number of orcs.

The helmsman saw the death blow and desperately quickened himself to get closer to the riverbank.

"Forced landing, forced landing, leave the ships alone!"

The captain's face turned red and roared loudly, and the lion's tail behind him trembled like seaweed, shaking continuously.

The anchor hit the water, splashing layers of water, and the iron anchor sank into the sand, and the iron chain was tightened, stopping the boat on the shore.

At this time, three more shells hit three ships, dozens of soldiers on the deck were killed by steel shells, and some of the hulls were smashed through and kept flooding.

The soldiers who were not dead watched their comrades being stoned to death, and the fear of death permeated their hearts, their eyes showed a look of fear, their pupils dilated, and they couldn't help but shout screams.

Then, every ten seconds, iron balls fell from the sky, and all the soldiers who were wiped by the iron balls, no matter what plate armor he was wearing, all the wiped limbs were gone.

If you are hit in the chest or head, you will definitely be dead, and there is no way to save it.

Boom, the lion soldiers jumped out of the boat amid the roar of artillery fire, all like lost dogs, and ran with their heads in their hands.

However, as soon as they stepped onto the riverbank, they saw more than 200 black steel pipes in the forest.

"What's that?"

"Cat Ears, it's the Cat Orc of Tomorrow Town!"

The tubes weren't as thick as the big steel pipes, and the barrels were fought by the cat-eared orcs' hands, their eyes fixed on their heads.

The lion soldiers felt a pang of fear for no apparent reason, and the cold-eyed cat-eared orcs stared at their heads as if they were dead.

Then something terrible happened, and every spear burst into flames and loud gunfires, and the orcs who came down to the shore felt only a flash of fire, and their minds immediately stopped, never knowing what would happen in the next second, because their heads had exploded and died on the spot.

As soon as the captain of the fleet jumped out of the boat, he saw the heads of two hundred lion men explode in front of his eyes, his body trembled violently, and he subconsciously threw himself into the river and swam in reverse.

Boom, boom, boom.

The cannonball sank the sails again, and now all the sailboats were hit, leaking water, dead and dead, and all the lion soldiers were confused, thinking that the gods had punished them.

Some lifted their helmets and sat on their knees on the deck or on the beach, helplessly begging the gods to forgive them.

"What are you all doing, that's the orcs of Tomorrowtown, don't be afraid, kill them and take their weapons!"

When all the lion soldiers fell into despair, a lion's roar alerted most of the lionon.

On the bow of the ship, the lionman with golden pupils stood up, holding up a bright long sword, his face resolute, and the cloak behind him was stained with blood, he was an iron-blooded lionman.

Reflections of the Orcs Under the Ship...... Yes, it's a weapon manipulated by the orcs, and as long as you kill them, no one will die.

The Templars, who were not yet dead, burst out of their ships and approached the forest at a blistering pace.

There was another round of gunfire, and the eyes of the Templars at the front widened, and the steel helmet suddenly exploded, turning into a headless corpse.

Unless it is a national war, an ordinary war with the participation of three hundred Templars is already a big event, and they are enough to sweep away three thousand ordinary soldiers.

However, less than five seconds after the two hundred lion soldiers on the shore charged, they had already turned into cold corpses.

The lion-man, who had just developed the idea of rebellion, stood up and fell to his knees with a thud, his whole body weak.

Behind them, sailboats sank into the river, their sails tilting and collapsing, smashing into some of the kneeling lionmen.

With a few bangs, the sails smashed the heavily armored lions to death, bleeding all over the ground.

The orcs looked back and saw that some of the ten ships had sunk or some were sinking, and the cannonballs of steel cannonballs had also smashed into the beach, making the orcs feel the fear of the gods' punishment again.

The lion soldier turned and ran, plunged back into the river, trying to swim to the other side to escape.

If they had organized a charge on the plains, they would have been able to hold out for a few rounds of death charges, but the cannons sank the sailboats, and the Templars who led the charge were almost completely annihilated, and before they could take on the white-knuckle battle, more than seven hundred lions had been killed in battle, and two or three hundred wounded, and no one dared to sell their lives anymore, and they had only one thought in their hearts, and that was to escape, and the farther they escaped, the better.

In the shadow of death on the battlefield, the remaining more than a thousand lion soldiers broke up.

"This is the devil, the power of the devil!"