"Jennifer, what's going on, it's scary. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Veronica asked, rubbing her ears.

"It's an alert from the lighthouse!" Jennifer's face changed, "Something must have happened, let's go out and have a look!" Before she could finish speaking, she turned and ran to the docks.

Roland exchanged glances with his companions, and they all followed out with uneasiness. Illuminated by the lighthouse, a large number of small boats with triangular sails appeared on the dark sea in the distance, approaching the pier. Roland looked closely, and saw that the sails were painted with a black trident and a whalebone spear cross.

"That's the banner of the Bone Spur Tribe......," Sir Edric stood on the trestle and looked at the fleet in the distance, his face grim, "It seems that the sea trolls are not giving up, and they are out of the nest to try to capture the Dawn." ”

In front of the harbor is a breakwater, and the outcropping stone embankment draws an arc on the sea, blocking the impact of the waves and forming a warning strip against the invasion of enemy ships. The breakwater was flanked by reclaimed headlands, the shore foundations were about twenty yards above sea level, and the two headlands sandwiched the breakwater like a pair of giant crab claws, and ten fortified stone forts with turrets, the muzzles were as thick as wine barrels, larger than the main guns of any warship of the era, and the heavy shells fired were enough to deter any ship that tried to break into the harbor.

A masonry lighthouse was erected in the center of the shore fort, and at this moment the arcane searchlight at the top of the lighthouse was cast into the sea outside the breakwater, and the dense group of speedboats with spinnakers propped up back and forth flashed yellow in a fixed rhythm.

Any sailor with even the slightest seafaring experience will recognize the silent warning contained in the lighthouse's flash: withdraw from our territorial waters immediately, or it will be considered a declaration of war!

However, the Spine Tribe ignored the warning, and the sea troll helmsman maneuvered the nimble boats to arc across the surface of the sea, attempting to break around the breakwater and break into the harbor.

Alarm was sounded on both sides of the battery, and sailors quickly pulled up the chains hanging from the fishing nets to block the waterway in and out of the harbor in an attempt to prevent enemy speedboats from breaking in. Passive defenses could not stop the enemy, the sea troll smacked the whalebone shuttle dart in his mouth, jumped into the sea like a dumpling, swam quickly, bowed his head through the barrage and began to land on the ground.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, Sir Adric couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and hurriedly took out a "high communication stone" to get in touch with the shore defense command post, and issued an order with only murderous words.

"Fire!"

Click! The two lighthouses switched signals at the same time, this time shooting a scarlet beam of light.

In the coastal defense position, all the batteries were on standby, and the observers immediately notified the gunners when they saw the lighthouse signal.

"Stupid pirates, die!" The gunner, who had already corrected the shooting elements, waited impatiently, and was very happy when he heard the signal to fire, and immediately opened fire on the troll fleet.

The rumbling of cannons resounded through the night sky, and lead bullets tore through the air and whistled out with dazzling tails of light to punish those who dared to invade Eagle Island.

The sound of the cannon also alarmed the residents near the port, and the crowd rushed into the nearest houses to hide like panicked ducks.

The sailors on the "Madrigal" had already been disbanded, and most of them were gathering in the port tavern to drink good wine, but at this moment they also tensed their nerves when they heard the siren, rushed out of the tavern against the flow of people, and hurried back to the battleship to board their posts.

Roland stood on the dock and watched the battle. The sound of the shore defense artillery was astonishing, and the hundred-pound shells stirred up huge waves that rushed to the sky, but after careful discernment, he could not be optimistic - the heavy artillery used to bombard large warships was not very effective against small ships that were only ten yards long from end to end, and after a round of shelling, only six sailing ships were overturned by the waves stirred up by near-misses, and the sea trolls broke away from the sunken ships and continued to dive towards the harbor, not affected at all.

Zehir and Jennifer stood behind their father, shaking their heads and sighing at the sight. Coastal forts can't deter the frenzied sea trolls, even if the bombshells bombard these monsters directly and blow them to powder, it is useless, as long as the body is still in the sea, they will soon recover.

Sir Edric also realized that the bombardment did not deter the fearless sea trolls, so he opened the High Communication Stone to make contact with the command tower of the "Marigal", and ordered the carrier-based aviation, the 1st Giant Eagle Wing, to strike from the air at the sea trolls who were trying to land.

The captain of the "Pastoral" immediately conveyed the knight's instructions, and the sailors immediately got busy: replenishing the Eagle Cavalry squadron with fiery crossbow arrows, and loading the bombing squadron with incendiary bombs designed to restrain sea trolls.

The flight deck slammed open, and the reconnaissance squadron took the lead, a giant eagle in bronze cuirass spreading its wings into the air, monitoring the movements of the enemy forces while driving away the flying sharks that followed the sea trolls to take advantage of the fire.

The Bombardment Hawks are loaded!

The escort cavalry is ready!

The well-trained "Eagle Regiment" soared over the harbor in squadrons, the Eagle Cavalry raised their crossbows, held their rifles and spread out on both wings, and the eagle group in the center selected the target for bombing, lowered its head and pulled the ring with its beak, and the magazine hanging in the abdomen was opened, and a wooden barrel fell. At the same time, there was a sound of gears in the magazine, and the spring pushed another barrel to the bomb drop, and if the eagle held on to the tab, it could throw all four barrels it was carrying in one go. However, considering that an explosive barrel would be enough to take out the trolls' small sailboat, the clever eagles chose to loosen the tabs, and the hatch automatically closed the bomb slot with the push of the spring, so as not to waste ammunition.

The bombs dropped by the Giant Eagle looked like smaller kegs, filled with fiery gel and other complex alchemical drugs, mixed into a powerful explosive, and the fall from a thousand feet was sufficiently accelerated to the force of a powerful impact that could be lifted over by simply smashing into the ship.

Of course, the bomb delivery could not be so precise, and the vast majority of explosive barrels fell on the sea near the sailboat. The mixture in the barrel was very unstable, and it exploded immediately when shocked, setting off a large ball of scorching and piercing fires on the surface of the sea, and the terrifying waves caused by the explosion tossed all the sailing ships within a hundred feet of it.

The Blazing Gel floats on the surface of the sea and burns, igniting whatever sticks, and the wooden galleons of the Bone Spur Tribe can't resist the magma-like flames at all, and the trolls abandon the ship in horror to escape, but as long as the skin is stained with Blazing Glue, it is doomed, even if they are not burned alive, they temporarily lose their ability to heal themselves due to burns, and are forced to leave the battlefield.

The sailors stationed at the shore positions on both sides also took up their weapons and rushed to the docks, lined up in arrays and stabbed the landing sea trolls with spears, forcing them to gather in the narrow strip between the docks and the coast. The eagles took the opportunity to fly low and drop barrels to bury the lost sea trolls in the flames.

Seeing that the tide of the battle was turning in his favor, Ser Edric turned to Roland with a smile on his face and said, "I don't understand why the sea trolls are making this reckless attack, if they don't retreat, there won't be any spine tribes in the North Bay going forward. ”

"yes, why would the sea trolls attack the harbor when they know there is no hope of victory......" Roland groaned. Sea trolls are indeed not smart, but the most basic instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is still there, and they have already been hit head-on, losing hundreds of their clansmen, why do they still refuse to retreat, do they have to die here to be willing?

This is not normal!

As if to verify his hunch, there was a sudden rumbling of cannon in the distance!