The sound of the waves constantly fluttering resounded throughout the sea, and in the midst of the rolling waves, pale blue figures stepped on the waves, their bodies rushing towards the brigs like arrows from the string. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The pale blue scales swayed with the body, as if they merged with the endless sea.

And with the noisy shouts that the imperial soldiers couldn't understand, the collision between the two sides unfolded mercilessly.

Looking at the fishmen who fell into madness one by one, Renault, who had fought against these guys before, was also quite ugly at this time.

He had collided with these fishmen head-on once before, and he naturally knew how terrible these fishmen who had fallen into a state of madness were, even if their bodies had been ruthlessly pierced by several cold spears, and the red flesh hung on their ugly faces, these fishmen who had lost their minds still did not hesitate to hand over the blades in their hands.

In fact, if it weren't for the sudden interruption of the melodious sound of the horn, which woke those fishmen from their madness, it was still a matter of two questions whether the soldiers under his command would have been able to stop each other.

But just when Renault was a little worried, with the sound of neat and heavy footsteps, a full sixty town militiamen with flintlock pistols were already in line.

The black barrel of the gun had been pressed against the shoulders of the militiamen in these towns at some point, and a pair of sharp eyes were staring at the sea, and the barrel in their hands was constantly adjusting the angle of fire with the continuous undulation of the waves.

"All ready, shoot!" With a slightly heavy majestic voice falling, the bloody curtain opened again.

"Bang bang-"

With the fierce collision of flints, dozens of cold barrels suddenly bloomed with blazing light at this moment, and the black oppressive phantom flashed like a dream, and then easily tore through the seemingly tough scales, and the soft flesh was so vulnerable under the crazy roar of the metal.

With a crisp sound like popping beans, the first group of fishmen to rush towards the brig schooner with the waves flew upside down under the effect of the huge impact.

Crimson blood kept pouring out from these inferior fishmen like money, and the originally blue sea was slowly stained red with blood.

However, for the hundreds of crazy figures swarming in front of him, it was nothing at all, at most, it only made the movement of the fish-man who fell into madness in the rear stagnate slightly, and the next moment, the dozens of fish-man figures in the front rushed mercilessly again.

In this way, the overwhelming force of the mountains and seas came with an impact, spreading forward like a mad wave of rage.

"The front row stepped back, loaded with ammunition, and the back row stepped forward, ready to shoot." Looking at the fish-man who was completely desperately impacted, Kit's face was also quite ugly, but this did not affect his judgment and command at all, and his loud words were still loud without a trace of panic.

In the face of these ignorant and completely irrational fishmen, Kit did not dare to let these town militias under his command fire a salvo.

Although the flintlock pistols in the hands of these town militiamen have undergone several modifications, and the time to reload the bullets is much faster than when they were first manufactured, it is only relative after all, and in this changing battlefield, in the face of these monsters that are constantly pounced like wild beasts, where do they have time to reload ammunition.

As long as you fail to stop the attack of these surging monsters once, the consequences are completely unimaginable.

However, even a salvo of thirty town militiamen was completely capable of suppressing the attack of these fishmen.

And as the front row of town militia retreated, the town militia in the rear also quickly filled up.

"Shoot!" Looking at these fish-men with teeth and claws, Kit's face also flashed with a cold chill, and with the roar of the demon, the roar from hell also sounded again.

With the faint smell of gunsmoke, the black dots that danced wildly were also like the light of the sun in the sky, shining on those fish people.

It's just different from the warmth of the sun, which is cold mixed with the breath of death.

Dense and sharp bullets cut through the bodies of those fishmen as easily as sharp blades.

But even if their limbs are crushed, as long as they are still alive and there is still a trace of life in their bodies, these fishmen whose eyes are filled with blood-red light will continue to rush forward.

These town militias had little melee combat ability, the ring bayonet had not yet been developed, and in order to ensure the accuracy of shooting, the only melee combat method of these town militias had been completely removed.

However, looking at the devilish figures that seemed to crawl out of the abyss of hell, these town militiamen looked surprisingly calm, and there was no trace of panic on their calm faces.

"Tear-"

The sharp scimitar slashed through the void, and then slashed through it, carrying the ferocious impact force of the falling from top to bottom, mercilessly slashing down on the fish-man who rushed first.

A simple but extremely violent volley!

The sharp blade continued to extend down the shoulder of the fish-man, and with the splashing and spreading of a blood line, the fish-man's movements that came from the impact also froze, and the original blood-red eyes immediately lost all their brilliance.

The spearmen were obviously better suited to a wide field, but it was difficult to use them on this thick deck.

It is for this reason that the responsibility of protecting the militia of these towns falls on these sailors on the brigs.

Unlike the town militia, which lacked relatively little melee combat experience and weapons, these sailors who ravaged the sea were not only accurate in shooting, but also highly experienced in melee combat.

The scimitars that were wielded out seemed to be an extension of their bodies, and the blood mist that constantly spread from the fish-men only aroused their fighting spirit and determination.

As the scimitars danced at high speed again and again, the ugly figures in front of these sailors became less and less, and the resistance encountered was only sporadic and sporadic encounters.

At this moment, the pure white sword light enveloped the front of the entire deck, and in the sharp whistling sound like a galloping wind, those fishmen who were still breathing were gradually engulfed by the cold sword light, and then there was no more sound.

Blood is flying! Bullets are dancing! The smoke is filling!

At this time, the entire battlefield seemed to be transformed into a meat grinding ground made of blood, and all the fishmen were sinking and struggling in it, but no matter what, in the end, they could not escape the end of being crushed to ashes.

Blood, permeating the entire sea.

ps: Thanks to "Crazy EX" for the 100 coins, thanks to "Rym" for the 100 coins, thanks to the "Molan Starry Night" for the 100 coins, thanks to the "Frozen Pineapple" for the 500 coins.