"Ares, Gianna, I already smell gunpowder and blood, I smell victory. Let the Union's shells bathe these beasts! ”

Under the scorching sun, on the deck of the naval flagship of Kul Tiras, Dahlin shouted excitedly. The smell of war, the blood of the orcs, he hadn't tasted it for a long time. At this moment, the dense orcs on the shore seemed to evoke the admiral's enthusiasm back then.

"Full speed ahead, full fire!"

Soon, the admiral gave the order to advance the general offensive in general.

The army of the Horde was on the shore, and they brought heavy weapons of war, catapults and heavy ballistas. But none of this was something Daelin feared, having experienced the harshest of the Second Orc War, the Admiral knew the Horde's weapons well. Although the ranged weapons of the orcs are extremely powerful, they are extremely accurate. It can only be used for sieges, and in the case of bombardment, they have no advantage.

In an instant, on the fifteen large Kurtilas battleships, the guns fired in unison. Hundreds of shells fell like bombshells into the makeshift positions of the Horde.

Far away, but Ares could feel the power of the explosion, and the entire red beach was covered with dust and smoke, and the sand rolled and carried flesh into the sky, and then rained down like rain.

Although Dalin's fleet is not large, with its powerful artillery accuracy, the orc troops on the shore have been in chaos in less than a minute.

Each of the ships of the Kurtilas fleet was equipped with at least twenty heavy guns, fifteen warships, a full three hundred heavy cannons, plus a large number of ballistas, and the entire beach was instantly lit with a cloud of flames.

One after another, Union shells fell on the positions of the Horde armament. At the same time, from the shore, the Horde's catapults and catapults were constantly throwing flint at the navy of Kurtilas. Even one out of ten hits would be powerful enough to smash through the Union's gunboats.

On the sea beside Dai Lin, columns of water gradually splashed into the sky. The boulders thrown by the tribe's catapults fell to the surface of the sea, splashing even Darin's armor. However, even in such a dangerous environment, the admiral remained unrelenting. No resignation.

He roared and ordered his crew and sailors to keep reloading the shells, eager to drop all the ammunition on the Horde positions. War changes a person, Ares stood aside, deeply emotional.

This bitter hatred is not something that can be reversed for a while.

The shelling went on for some time, and soon the navy of the Horde arrived. The earth-shattering drumming came from the sea, and with the sound of this attack, there were rows of large warships of the tribe. The red battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the tribal emblem was emblem. This symbol, which was too familiar in his previous life, to appear in front of Ares at this moment. A hint of excitement and excitement jumped into my heart. But in the face of the bloody war, this excitement and excitement were quickly annihilated by the roaring artillery fire.

From a distance, the Horde's warships resemble a burning wall of flames on the sea, with red sails in unison.

Compared to the navy of the alliance, it can be said that the navy of the tribe is more magnificent. Although their ships were not at all nimble, and without the help of goblins, most of the tribal warships did not have any technology to speak of, and the entire warship was nothing but sails, oarsmen, and catapults.

Perhaps because he knows the shortcomings of his navy, he can see that in the tribal fleet, in addition to large catapult warships, there are also a large number of small warships. These small boats were not equipped with any throwing equipment, but were loaded with large quantities of straw and oil, and their bows were equipped with triangular ramming heads. It is conceivable that once the hand-to-hand combat is engaged, the small warships of these tribes will launch a fierce charge against the alliance's fleet. They don't want to be killed in one hit, but four or five small assault boats, or a dozen small assault boats, together besieging an Alliance gunboat, are enough to sink or set it on fire.

This is the Horde's navy......

The battle song resounded wantonly on the sea, and soon, Dalin gave a new order. Fifteen Union gunboats, using steam power, made a sharp turn and "retreated" while firing shells at the group of tribal warships that followed closely.

The cannon roared, and the whole ship seemed to tremble.

Countless shells rained down on the tribal warships that followed, raising a column of water that was even higher than the previous positional battle.

"Knock them off! Blow up the beasts! ”

Dai Lin roared excitedly again, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling. The hatred buried deep in the bone marrow, he wants the tribe to pay for it with blood. Even Gianna couldn't believe that his father would be like this, his eyes were shining with blood, here, Dalin seemed to have completely forgotten the purpose of his visit, the search for Varian seemed to have long been forgotten by him, and all he had to do now was to blow up and sink the Tribal warships. Avenge your son.

The Horde ships were in hot pursuit, but they were no match for the Union gunboats.

In terms of equipment and speed, Ares saw with his own eyes that the fastest assault boat among the tribes was blown to pieces by the dense artillery fire before it could reach the Alliance warship. The orc sailor above, his body was torn to pieces, and blood was poured on the water, staining the sea in front of the Alliance Navy red.

"Now, detour, left-wing cover!"

Amid the fire, the morale of the crew of Kul Tiras reached its peak. The Horde's warship was wiped out in front of them, and at this time, Dai Lin gave a second order with precision.

It is not only to repel the Horde's navy, but also to annihilate them completely.

The order from the flagship was quickly carried out, and the three heavy artillery flotillas adjusted their sails, taking advantage of the sea breeze, quickly changing course.

Fifteen Kurtiras warships made a major adjustment on the sea, three warships as a small team, outflanking the Horde's warship group from the side, and Daerin himself led the remaining nine gunboats, fighting and retreating, forming a huge pocket formation. Surround the Horde warships in the middle and carpet bombard.

"Disperse! Scattered! ”

After seeing the alliance's tricks, the commander of the Tribal Navy hurriedly issued an order for all to disperse. If just now, the entire tribal navy faced the artillery of the alliance on only one side, then soon, they will be attacked on three sides. Dense artillery and incendiary bombs will turn the entire surface of the sea into a sea of fire.

The fleet of orcs must retreat, they have been lured too far out of the harbor.

However, the Alliance's warships were obviously faster and more agile than the Tribal Navy, and just as the Tribal Navy was desperately scattering, countless flaming crossbow arrows were already being fired at these Tribal warships from all directions......