The pirate ship is getting closer. Strictly speaking, the port of Long Beach is not a deep-water port, but fortunately there are no reefs and dangerous shoals, so several pirate ships almost swaggered in the direction of the dock.

"Set fire!" Harry? Bogard commanded in a loud voice.

As soon as the words fell, several flaming rockets shot out of the ranks and landed on the trestle. Almost in the blink of an eye, the trestle, already covered with grease and grass, burned into a sea of fire, and even the most daring helmsman dared not dock it. Now, the pirates had only one way to go.

This was planned in advance by Bogard and Stallman, and if the pirate ship wanted to land from the trestle, they would destroy it, after all, it would not be difficult to rebuild these trestles, and it would not take more than a few days in total.

"Bang"! Annoyed, the pirates couldn't hold back and fired a shot in the direction in which the rocket had been fired, but it was blocked by a stone seawall, and the shell did no damage except for the scattered stone fragments.

Immediately afterward, the pirate ship began to turn, pointing its side in the direction of the coast. The guns on the side began to roar, but instead of a salvo or a rotational fire, they were very scattered and unorderly free fire, and the guns fired on their own as soon as they were loaded, and they had a great influence on each other.

At this distance, the impact points of the shells were chaotic and irregular, some of the shells landed on the sea dozens of meters away from the seawall, splashing high columns of water, while others hit the seawall, bursting into the sky with fragments of stones. Very few actually hit the watchtower and the crowd.

After a round of shelling, the sea fell silent, and almost all the gunners were busy reloading. Because the draft of the pulp sailing ship is shallow, and the recoil of the guns has a great influence on the balance of the hull, the guns on these ships are installed after the deck has been modified, and the number is not much, that is, five or six guns on each ship.

"Launch!" With the dwarf Blom shouting, the watchtower cannon behind the seawall also began to roar. Originally, Stallman wanted to see if there was a possibility of negotiation, but now it seems. The pirates were clearly intent on taking down the port in one fell swoop before talking.

For a time, the sound of cannons on the sea rumbled, the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the whistling shells shook the air. It was as if the whole sky was burning. However, this fierce artillery bombardment did not produce any brilliant results. Although the gunners in the port of Long Beach had been trained for a period of time, their skills in handling the guns were obviously far from the requirements, and they barely hit a single shot. Edith? Blom's dwarven squad had a few hits, and their innate talent allowed them to shoot decently even if they weren't professional dwarven gunners.

As for the pirates. Due to the closer distance, their cannonballs were more accurate, but due to the cover of the seawall, they did not do much damage, and the occasional few hits on the watchtower did not pose a threat to the immensely strong dwarven structure.

However, the pirates' shelling was not for the purpose of killing, but for the suppression of ~ control. In the midst of an exclamation, more than a dozen narrow dinghys rowed out from the back of the big boat and rushed in the direction of the beach.

The dinghys were full, and almost every boat had at least ten pirates. They rowed desperately with their oars. Some of them were fur and horns, and their faces were painted with hideous veins, and they looked like evil spirits—and to be honest, there were many other races besides humans, horned minotaurs, fanged trolls, green-skinned orcs, and rotting and revealing forsaken ones, and these alien pirates were no better than demons in the eyes of humans - these demons and goblins wielded weapons and let out strange screams and roars. Few people know that pirates aren't just stupid people who kill people and set fires. They know how to use their unique image to threaten and intimidate their enemies, and sometimes, with their beastly howls, they can scare new recruits into peeing their pants.

But today. Their threats and intimidation were doomed to be futile, because most of the newcomers to the Long Beach team were locals, and some of them even settled down at the Port of Long Beach and got married and had children. The intimidation of the pirates only aroused their determination and fighting spirit to defend their homeland.

After losing the opportunity to quickly board the dock, the three pirate ships kept their distance from the coast. lest the blind cat catch the dead mouse by the new tender gunners on the watchtower. They continued to bombard the watchtowers to cover the landing of the dinghys. As a result, the guns on the watchtower had to continue firing at the pirate ship to prevent the enemy from shooting at close range and harvesting lives with grapeshit.

In this way, the attention of the artillery of both sides was completely focused on the opponent's artillery, and they did not care at all about supporting their own infantry who were about to engage in a white-knuckle battle.

In this strange situation, the dinghy washed up on the beach one after another. The pirates jumped out of the dinghy with a shout and rushed towards the seawall like a tidal wave.

They ran so fast that they rushed to the seawall almost in the blink of an eye. One of the orc pirates at the front screamed eagerly, and one lunged down to the bottom of the sea, as if it was not an enemy hiding behind, but a stripped beauty.

But with a muffled thud that resounded across the beach, the orc pirate was thrown out from behind the seawall faster than he had pounced. He rolled down to the beach in a limp manner, as if all his bones had been shattered.

Could it be a dragon hiding behind the seawall? The pirates were taken aback and slowed their charge. As they cautiously climbed the embankment, they saw a neat and orderly queue of humans, with a middle-aged warrior and an elderly paladin standing in front of them.

There are no scary monsters. More than one pirate relaxed, and one of the pirates who looked like they were dressed as a leader rushed forward with a wave of his hand, and behind him, more pirates poured down the seawall like a tidal wave.

"In the name of the Light!" Grian? Stallman shouted, a dazzling silver light enveloping him and his weapon. He rushed to the front of the line, like a wedge into the pirate charge. His hammer struck the head of the nearest troll, shattering his skull in one fell swoop.

Even if he was not riding, even if he was old, the paladin was still unstoppable, and this paladin, like the light itself, was awe-inspiring and even terrifying, and with every swing he struck the pirates to roll to the ground.

The soldiers behind him also greeted him, and the light radiating from Stallman shone on them, filling their hearts with courage. As they stormed the battlefield, the power of the aura made the spears, battle axes, and swords in their hands extremely sharp and sharp.

More pirates rushed forward, and the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat amid shouts of killing, swords and swords, flesh and blood flying. Harry? Burgard took a step back—not to flinch in fear, but to get a better view of the situation—and he looked over the surging heads and saw the pirate leader, who looked like a captain, who might have been a captain.

He raised his sharp, two-handed sword above his head, and the fury of battle filled his body, and the next moment, like an angry bull, Harry? Bogard roared and charged at the pirate leader. The pirates who stood between them were like scarecrows who couldn't help the wind, and those who were hit were on their backs, scattered. (To be continued.) )