Hundreds of fish-men leaped out of the sea, surging forward like sea water under the light blue scales on their bodies. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

These low-IQ creatures leapt from the shore to the land, either with short spears or long knives looted from nowhere, and with unintelligible words in their mouths.

Hundreds of figures rushed indiscriminately, without the slightest discipline or queue to speak of.

Those fishermen had already retreated back to the interior of the Drifting Island, but Renault and the others who landed on the island later did not have the slightest intention of retreating.

Previously, due to the lack of manpower, they had made a strategic retreat, but now that they had reached the shore, the situation was completely different.

Although the sword-like Imperial cavalry was not here at this time, there was still a whole line of spearmen and half a group of town militia stationed on the shore.

In addition to this, there are two Sark Falcon cannons that have been moved to the bay somewhere.

Although this cumbersome fixed artillery can be described as a seriously backward artillery model, with many shortcomings such as short range, poor accuracy, no ability to move, slow reloading speed, etc., but for these fishmen with low IQ but a large number of people in front of them at this time, this kind of artillery that has long been eliminated may also show its hideousness again.

Adjusting the angle of the shot, the gunner took the long tongs and aimed them at the thick linen arquebuses that stretched out.

"Snort-"

As soon as the hot tongs touched the thick linen rope above the cannon, a cacophony was heard, accompanied by a foul black smoke, and tiny flames appeared from the end of the rope, and then became brighter and brighter, and then led straight into the small hole.

The black muzzle of the cannon became extremely hot, and the vibration in the medicine room became more and more rapid, and then accompanied by a roar like thunder, as if all the heat had been vented at this moment.

"Boom-"

A huge voice suddenly resounded, and the fury like a thunder god descended on the world at this moment.

A pitch-black iron ball flew out from the black oppressive iron pipe, and the gunpowder suddenly expanded under the continuous squeezing of the small space, and then under the impetus of the huge force it erupted, the iron ball jumped through the sky at unimaginable speed, like a white horse passing through a gap, and then the scythe of death fell from the sky.

The hard and fiery iron ball was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and the seemingly tough scales, muscles, and bones of those fishmen were as fragile as a blank sheet of paper at this time, and then they were ruthlessly ...... Tear!

In front of that sharp roar, the figures had already collapsed in a pool of blood before they could react, and the last imprint on their faces was endless horror.

Sen Leng's iron ball is like a heavy road roller, and it is hard to make a bloody path in the crowded crowd of fish.

The bodies of seven or eight fishmen who had no time to dodge were ruthlessly pierced and torn apart in an instant, and the flying minced flesh was mixed with scarlet blood, sprinkled like raindrops on the world.

Before the group of fishmen could recover from their panic, a nightmarish scene struck again.

A sharp whistling was mixed with thick smoke of gunpowder, and then the ripples of death spread out in all directions like rippling lake water.

This time, all the fish-men didn't care about anything else, and desperately scattered in all directions. Although they have low IQ, it does not mean that they are not afraid of death.

The death-like slaughter terrified these foolish fellows, and the roar of the furious sea really made them have no courage to resist.

But at this moment, the ancient and melodious sound of the horn seemed to come from the sky, and like an invisible key, it untied the shackles that bound these fish people, and the most primitive rage and bloodlust could no longer be suppressed, and the bloody breath was like the most violent poison, turning them into demons returning from hell.

The figure that seemed panicked before, but at this time, he completely lost his fear of death and the unknown, and rushed towards the front one by one without fear of death.

The originally pale blue scales, at some point, have been wrapped in thick blood, and the appearance that already looks hideous has become even more terrifying at this time.

The distance between the two sides was not far behind, and after a wild run, the fish-men who stretched like an ocean collided with the spearmen at the front.

"Captain Renault, the artillery can't be fired any longer."

The hot iron pipe exuded a scorching aura, and the heat wave like a substance spread out in all directions, and after checking the condition of the two Saxok Falcon cannons, several gunners also said helplessly.

"Damn." Looking at the old Saxok Falcon cannon that was about to explode after just a few rounds of shooting, Renault was also a little helpless.

"Gun on the shoulder, aim ......"

The tide of fish-men has already swarmed in, and the ugly and hideous faces of each one with teeth and claws are also putting a lot of pressure on the town militia in the rear, but they are still preparing to shoot in an orderly manner.

"Fire!"

With the raised long sword swinging down suddenly, a roar mixed with a little uneasiness also suddenly sounded.

"Bang bang-"

The round and slender bullet was instantly transformed into a sharp knife condensed by steel under the huge thrust of the gunpowder expansion, and it contained an explosive and amazing power in its seemingly inconspicuous volume.

The blazing light engulfed the original darkness, and in just an instant, countless black dots pierced through at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

The piercing and shrill whistling obscured everything at this moment, it was the whisper of death, and it was the roar of the devil!

With a dense burst of bean popping sounds, the front row of fishmen had not yet confronted the waiting spearmen, and they had already fallen in a pool of blood screaming, the most primitive wildness made them lose the only trace of reason, life and death seemed to be insignificant at this moment, but the huge pain that pierced the heart was immune.

The intense pain of the scorching bullets piercing through the body was like a tidal wave, and after the last frantic struggles and wails, the crazy creatures fell into a deep sleep.

The originally crowded area was vacated in an instant, but in just a moment, the fishmen in the rear had already filled the original area, and then the shiny long knives and the short spears that had been sharpened to the front did not hesitate to stab towards the spearmen in the front.

The entire area seemed to turn into a cold meat grinder at this moment, and the huge grinding wheel began to run non-stop, and in the roar and hoarse scream, the thick blood obscured everything.