The turquoise sea is sometimes as soft as silk, rippling slightly, and sometimes like a mad beast, roaring towards the unknown ahead.

The galleon, which was tens of meters long, roamed the endless sea like a beast, cutting through the waves of the sea breeze like a sharp blade.

They were followed by brigs, heavy galleons, and light warships.

As the fleet of the French Empire approached, the soldiers on the watchtowers on the coast also spotted their traces for the first time.

The rapid sound of horns sounded one after another, from the coast to the "Shenghui City" located in the center of the drifting island, the melodious horn sound one after another, making the expressions of all the residents in the city involuntarily become nervous.

On the defensive fortress built on the coast, a heavily armed warrior climbed the city wall with a solemn face.

Different from the militia stationed here in the past, at this time, these soldiers are the elite who were temporarily recruited from the major lords of the "Tianxin" Kingdom, and in order to ensure that the combat power of these soldiers is maximized, the armory in the "Shenghui City" has also been fully opened at this time.

The ballistas and trebuchets that had already been installed on the city walls were being put on the final adjustment by the nervous soldiers to ensure that there would be no accidents in the next launch.

Chopin could see clearly through the refraction of the telescope, but he only smiled and shook his head at this.

It seems that these guys still don't know the power of artillery, and with such a move alone, it is absolutely impossible to resist the army under him.

And just when Chopin's mind was floating with such thoughts, in the harbor of the drifting island in the distance, a typical medieval-style warship also came out.

One, two...... Just a cursory glance, the number of warships emerging from the harbor is probably close to a hundred.

Although there are still some small converted merchant ships used to fill the number indiscriminately, it has to be said that the vast majority of these warships are still the top maritime warships in the West Sea.

Of course, these battleships that are enough to dominate in the West Sea, Chopin naturally does not look down on them at all.

These naval warships under his command, in addition to being equipped with amazing weapons in the strategic sense of artillery, the performance of the warships on both sides is actually not at the same level at all.

The structure of the battleship, the planning of the pattern, the selection of materials, coupled with the gap in many aspects such as vision, in terms of the performance of the battleship, the battleships under Chopin are naturally far superior to Forderson's side.

However, the number of warships under the opponent's command was indeed beyond Chopin's expectations.

At this time, the shipbuilding industry was far less developed than in later generations, and even if the construction of these warships with low technological content was definitely a lot.

But it doesn't matter, in this battle, these warships owned by Fordson will eventually sink into the bottomless sea.

"Your Majesty, do you want to seize the T-prefix or adopt another strategy?"

Jiman looked at the majestic man in front of him, and asked with incomparably high respect in his eyes.

"No, not anymore."

Hearing Jiman's words, the corners of Chopin's mouth curled slightly, and he responded with a smile.

At this, Giman immediately showed a puzzled look on his face, but before he could ask, Chopin spoke again.

"Do we need any more tactics to deal with these ignorant guys?"

"Jiman, the French Empire at this time is no longer the guy who was in the other world for the first time and needed to be timid to deal with everything, this time, I will use absolute firepower to completely defeat these stupid guys."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Looking at the man who seemed to have flames surging in his eyes at this time, Jiman was suddenly relieved.

With the naval combat power of the French Empire at this time, even if the number of warships owned by the other party has reached an astonishing nearly 100, Chopin and them are not afraid at all.

"Pass the order, let all the warships attack freely, and tell all the captains not to skimp on shells, and be sure to leave the most unforgettable memories for these self-righteous guys."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A harmless smile appeared on the corner of Jiman's mouth, and he responded with a smile.

Then, the roaring roar was like a dense cloud, which did not disperse for a long time.

"Boom!"

And with the first somewhat abrupt and rapid whistling sound exploding on the shore like thunder, the successive roars of artillery fire were also endless.

Iron balls, which were difficult to see with the naked eye, instantly tore through the barrier of air and roared through the void.

"Boom Boom-"

This is completely different from the traditional way of naval warfare, there is no bed crossbow shooting at the beginning, let alone the later hand-to-hand combat of jumping ship, and some, only when the two sides are separated by hundreds of meters, the black pressure of the muzzle is aimed and shot, and then the momentum of destruction and decay is wiped out.

Before the soldiers on Forderson's side could react at all, they were dealt the deadliest blow.

At this time, Chopin's side was at the forefront, with two brigs and ten heavy Canadian battleships.

And the dozens of solid iron balls that they poured out first, there was no way to resist the battleships on Forderson's side at all.

At the first moment of attack, the captains on the sails immediately gave the order to counterattack.

It's just that the distance between the two sides has long been stuck by Chopin's side, and the stone projectiles that are thrown out are naturally full of power, but after flying in mid-air for half a day, they always fall in front of the battleship on Chopin's side, and they don't hit the target at all.

At such a distance, however, the brigs and heavy galons in front of them could vent their artillery fire.

Even though many shells did not hit the target due to the lack of accurate shooting, the solid iron balls that fell one by one still set off turbulent waves several meters high on the sea surface.

With just a simple face, the four or five warships on the Fordeson side at the forefront were in an extremely dangerous situation.

And under such a turbulent blow, the sailors on those battleships were on the verge of collapse in an instant, and a companion who was still alive before was turned into a cloud of flesh and blood before they could react with the sound of the whistling sound, such a picture was too terrifying.

And such a frightened and panicked emotion, as the ship was damaged, and then the water began to fill the cabin, these negative emotions were instantly amplified infinitely.

For the entire fleet under Forderson at this time, the loss of four or five warships was naturally not much, but the blow to morale was undoubtedly fatal.

"Lean in, surround them for me, and give these damn guys a taste of what we're awe!"

With the command order from the rear, seventy or eighty warships moved in unison, like a vicious and cunning viper, constantly looking for opportunities to pounce, and then trying to deliver the most fatal blow to the enemy.

For such a move of the other party, not only Chopin, but even the captains of the various sail warships also showed a sarcastic smile on their faces.

Although the warships on Chopin's side are naturally incomparable to modern warships, they are naturally much superior in performance compared to the ships built by this incomparably backward Otherworld, and the other party wants to surround them, how can they do it.

And just when the battleships on the Fordson side moved, the sail battleships approaching on Chopin's side launched the most fierce offensive in unison.

The monstrous beasts under the iron windows on both sides of the cabin have been quietly dormant, and a gunner has long been ready, ready to open the cage that binds death, and with the order to fire the cannon, countless turbulent lights suddenly appeared in the entire sea, like the scorching sun in the sky falling suddenly, and then constantly rolling on this rough sea.

"Boom Boom T

The furious sound was like thunder, slashing down from the vast and endless sky, and with that endless roar was the most turbulent and deadly killing machine!

The 72 guns on the galleon, the 12 guns on the brig, the 18 guns on the brig, the 4 guns on the heavy galeon, and the 14 guns on the corvettes were the endless roar of hundreds of shells.

Among them, the most conspicuous are, of course, the 12 36-pounder guns on the galleons of Galen.

In the era of battleships, the caliber of the gun, to a large extent, represented the power of the artillery!

The cathartic 36-pounder cannons, like a mad Optimus Giant, waved a huge fist and smashed down mercilessly.

Just as a corter easily peels off a walnut, under this roaring artillery fire, the treatment of these battleships is the same, whether it is the bow of the ship, or the specially reinforced cabin, at this moment it seems extremely fragile.

The terrifying power was constantly released in this frenzied space, and the solid iron balls pierced through the void at an unimaginable speed with the help of the astonishing power generated by the burning and expansion of gunpowder, and then, in that terrible sharp whistling sound, the distorted faces of surprise and uncertainty were distorted, the pupils quickly dilated, and the next moment, the flesh and blood were shattered.

A large amount of wood chips began to drift through the rough sea, and the planks fell off on many battleships.

Compared with the shattering of warships, the continuous mournful wails are even more attention-grabbing.

Some of them were shaken into the sea by the waves of air that were set off when the solid iron ball fell, and some of them were pierced through their bodies by the debris that shot up, and as for the sailors who were directly hit by the solid iron ball, they didn't even have time to let out a scream or wail, and they turned into a blur of flesh.

"Damn, damn it, don't retreat! Don't go back! ”

"Lean in! Lean in! Just jump on the decks of those ships opposite, and victory will be ours. ”

"Come on, give it all to me!"

Ronald looked at the bloody scene in front of him, and his whole scalp was numb, but he knew very well that no matter what, at this time, he had to let his sailors attack with all their might.

As the commander-in-chief of this naval battle, once this battle is lost, it is natural to see how miserable his ending will be.

And when forcing his soldiers to continue to launch a rapid offensive, the resentment in the heart of Chief White, the chief ruler in the "Holy Radiance City" at this time, except for Forden, also reached the extreme.

Before the battle began, it was not that the other party had not told him that the enemy had an amazing artillery, but what the other party described was completely different from what he encountered at this time.

In White's description, the artillery possessed by the other side was poor in accuracy and in number, and there was nothing to pay attention to except for the power and range.

However, for this reason, among the large warships on this expedition, there are actually many small warships known for their speed, the purpose is to approach the opponent's warships at the first time, and then use the tactics of hand-to-hand combat to eliminate all the enemies in the shortest possible time, but at the moment, the role of these small warships cannot be played at all.

A salvo of artillery, full of hundreds of lead bullets, the terrifying power that the other side can resist.

The seven or eight battleships that were in the center of the catharsis of the artillery fire were destroyed in an instant, and as for the rest of the warships, although they were not "cared for" by the focus of the solid iron ball, they were also more or less traumatized, and as for the sailors on board, they were all struggling in fear and fear at this time.

Such a dense artillery cover can almost be said to be fatal to the morale of these sailors, so Ronald launched an iron-blooded suppression at the first time.

Any battleship that dares to retreat will be slaughtered by the most horrific battleships in the rear at the first time.

And under such an iron-blooded strategy, the situation that was about to collapse was suppressed.

However, Ronald knows very well that this situation is only temporary, and once he encounters a few more crazy blows like this, no matter what measures he takes, it will not help.

The top priority is to defeat these damn guys on the other side, artillery is an incredible weapon, but it can only be used for long-range fire.

And the strategy that Ronald can use at the moment, and the only way to deal with it, is to press all the warships on it, force the opponent's ships to move in space, and force them to engage in hand-to-hand combat with his side.

However, although the dreams are all beautiful, the reality is always so bloody and cruel, he will not give you any mercy, he will only wave a heavy iron fist, completely breaking all people's illusions.

Soon after, the ripples of blood rippled again......

ps: Thanks to the "Poor Lonely" pro-reward of 100 coins. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to all!