Just as the two three-masted sails burst into the distance of about a kilometer of the brig, a cold chill began to emerge in Jiman's eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"All gunners, get ready to ......"

The bright sword light broke through the confused future, and with the standard long sword in Jiman's hand suddenly withdrawn, the hearts of those gunners who had been preparing for a long time couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Fire!"

As the Grim Reaper's proclamation floated out above the sea, the sword in Giman's hand had fallen mercilessly.

And the sailors on the two three-masted sails in the distance were still nervously adjusting the shooting angles of the ballista and trebuchet, completely unaware of the huge crisis...... It's here!

The long iron tongs leaned against the thick linen fire rope that had already been soaked in grease, and with a "snort" sound, a small but bright light rose with it.

The black smoke mixed with the foul smell spread out quickly with the burning flames.

The coarse linen rope that had been soaked in grease in advance brought out a cloud of dust as the bright light continued to swallow up.

But as the small, bright light extended into the thumb-like hole, the light that had just emerged was immediately swallowed up.

At the same time, with the inconspicuous light injecting into the artillery medicine room, the medicine room, which was originally as docile as a sheep, suddenly turned into a mad beast and became extremely dry.

And as soon as the coarse linen was lit, the gunners around them also quickly retreated, as if they were afraid of being injured by this raging beast.

But even at this time, while the gunners blocked their ears with their palms one by one, their eyes were still staring at the iron pipe that began to vibrate continuously, as if they were looking at some miracle.

"Boom!"

"Boom Boom-"

The furious sound was like thunder, and the huge roar was like the roar of the gods, and it suddenly erupted above the clear sea.

The blazing light tore through the daytime sky, and even the scorching sun hanging high in the sky at this time seemed to have to retreat in the face of this violent and dazzling force.

The light that originally sprinkled on the endless sea seemed to have become much dimmer at this moment, as if the iron balls that shot out wildly were the real protagonists of this world.

It is the power of gunpowder, the rise of flames, and the catharsis of the most violent power!

The iron pipe, which had been cold before, was completely swallowed up by the crazy flamestorm in an instant, and the thick iron pipe at the mouth of the bowl kept vibrating, as if it was afraid of something, and it seemed that it was trying to suppress something.

The demons who were originally bound in the endless darkness were ruthlessly devoured by the blazing and manic flames as the steel cages around them, and the bloody and brutal devils also escaped from the abyss of hell, and their already hideous faces were ruthlessly released at this moment!

The smoke of death is filling, the breath of blood is rising, the figure of the gods is roaring, the body of the devil is screaming, today, it is destined to be the day of the demons dancing!

The roar and thunder of the artillery was still stirring in the air, as if it was asking the ground for something, but the iron balls that were constantly accumulating and condensing in the small space of the medicine room, and finally because of the expansion of the gunpowder, crossed a distance of nearly a thousand meters in an instant, and then smashed down on the sailors of the first three-masted sail.

The distance of time and space seemed to be compressed to the extreme at this moment, and the iron ball that had just left the barrel of the cannon was like a meteorite crossing the sky, and it was just a moment before it crossed.

The high-speed flying iron ball ruthlessly cut through the void in front of him like a sharp blade, bringing out bursts of fierce screams, like the crazy hiss of the devil at the moment of death, desperate and hideous.

And as the iron balls kept falling, the terrifying power was also ruthlessly released on the first three-masted sail.

It wasn't until the loud roar that weighed everything down suddenly sounded that the sailor didn't realize what was happening.

The sailors on deck were chatting with their companions in a relaxed manner, staring at the brig in the distance with solemn faces, or nervously checking the launch angles of the ballista and trebuchet.

However, what no one was aware of was that the Grim Reaper's scythe was already close to their throats, and it only took one further step to easily harvest their lives.

The high-speed iron ball was no longer able to be captured by the naked eye, and the sailors on the ship only felt that vague phantoms flashed, and endless darkness descended.

The iron ball, propelled by the expanding force of gunpowder, was like a warrior with a spear in his hand, unleashing a fierce and frantic attack on the deck.

Whether it is a legendary magician wielding magical power, or a mighty warrior who controls the fighting spirit, in the face of the majestic power of this technology, they all seem so fragile and vulnerable, and these sailors on the ship are naturally even more impossible to resist.

The strength of the flesh is even more fragile in front of the iron ball that is dancing wildly and whistling by.

The fiery iron ball easily tore and chiseled through the bodies of the sailors who stood in front of him, and finally pierced mercilessly, one after the other, and in the blink of an eye, it was forced to drip a bloody path through the dense crowd, and finally smashed on the deck, bringing out a cloud of broken wood and splatters of blood.

The power of the cannon was so great that the bodies of the sailors who had accidentally stood in front of the iron ball were shattered in an instant, and the intertwined pieces of minced flesh and overlapping shards of internal organs were scattered on the deck like heavy rain.

The sailors who had been lucky enough to avoid the iron ball were now raising their scimitars in their hands with blank faces, and the companions who had been laughing and laughing or arrogant in front of them before were now either turned into scraps of flesh and scattered everywhere, or turned into a blurred pile of flesh and blood.

Under the great threat of death, these sailors subconsciously wanted to wield the scimitar in their hands, but only then did they remember with some fear that their enemy was thousands of kilometers away at this time.

The period in which the Endless Sea is located at this time is basically the same as the Middle Ages of Chopin's time, although there are long-range attack weapons such as trebuchets and ballistas, but most of the time, the final solution to the head-on collision at sea is through hand-to-hand combat.

Trebuchets and ballistae, on the other hand, were more often used to destroy enemy ships or to besiege and force them to escape.

After that, it still relied on the most brutal and bloody hand-to-hand combat.

At this time, these sailors on the deck had not even seen the enemy, and they had suffered unprecedented heavy losses.

The great fear spread out like the smoke of gunpowder that was constantly spreading, and in the blink of an eye, it almost swallowed up the fighting spirit of all sailors.

And as the iron balls fell again and time went by, the fear in their eyes became stronger and stronger......

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