Chapter 159: Counterattack (II)
"A little closer, yes, a little more."
Looking at the fleet several times his own heading this way, Wang Hao's heart was not as calm as it seemed.
Although he didn't understand why the enemy would make such a mistake, if he couldn't grasp this kind of God-given opportunity, he would be too sorry for God's love.
The destruction of these more than 4,000 warships is not only a reduction of one-fifth to one-sixth of the enemy's troops, but is of great significance to the morale of both the enemy and us.
As long as you can make the enemy hesitate and waver a little, you can buy more time for your own side.
For Wang Hao and others, the key to this battle is not how many enemies are destroyed, but whether they can hold this for more than an hour.
"Minister, the enemy has already fired at the range of the shore defense artillery, did you remind the rear to prepare for the opening of the artillery?" Someone next to him asked aloud.
There are many people from the Blood Shark Guild around Wang Hao, seeing this former great enemy, their feelings are very complicated, it stands to reason that the other party has brought a serious blow to their own guild, and they should hate each other.
But what Wang Hao did really earned a lot of face for British players, and they were very entangled in their recognition, so from time to time someone rushed to speak or show something in front of Wang Hao, which was an incidental product of this ambivalence.
"Wait, you can't scare your opponent away."
Wang Hao shook his head and said, if the other party knows that he still has so many coastal defense guns intact, the next attack will inevitably be guarded, and it will be difficult to find such a good opportunity.
"Attention teams, prepare to shoot."
There was a special herald by Wang Hao's side to relay his orders to the entire fleet.
"Give the green light." He said to a young man next to him.
This young man was an ordinary member of the Holy English Church, and it was only because he had mastered a special skill, flares, that he was called by Wang Hao to his side.
To say that this flare does not have much effect, but can provide a little light in some special environments, and it is not of much value.
Because of this, he can't form a team outside to play together, and he can only mix with the guild once in a while, so this time Wang Hao's attention to himself made him excited and frightened, for fear of missing the other party's big event.
The flares he has in his hands can release three different colors, namely green, yellow, and red, which correspond to Wang Hao's three arrangements.
"Oh." The young man answered, his breathing instantly became rapid, he grew so big, and he had never been taken so seriously, he kept saying to himself not to be nervous, while ordering the crew to prepare to fire, when the skill option appeared in front of him, he almost shook his hand excitedly, and clicked to yellow, and his face suddenly turned white.
A white point of light quickly rose into the air and burst open with a bang, turning into countless green points of light.
And players in the Saint England Guild have long been informed about the meaning of the green flare, which is the signal for the fleet to launch an artillery strike.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
After losing the communication role of the communicator, in order to exert the stronger strength of the player, Wang Hao thought of a lot of tricks.
Salvo fire is the greatest means of long-range weapons in the pursuit of lethality.
In this environment where the communicator is out of order, it is not easy to get thousands of warships to attack at the same time.
Mixed with the sound of artillery fire in the sky, there was also a whistling wind, stone bullets, crossbow arrows, and iron pellets, which led to the enemy.
Due to its downwind position, the French fleet had not yet entered the best firing point when it was baptized by all kinds of ammunition flying in front of it.
Dozens of warships were directly sunk, and there was no splash, and even more ships were hit by different degrees of light.
"Inform the Hunter Squad and prepare to return fire."
Vis was not a lord who was willing to suffer, although he led more than 4,000 ships, the number of second-order ships was limited, and most of them were first-order ships.
And the hunter team is his only elite fleet formed by second-order warships, and they are all like baby bumps, and the range of other ships is not enough at the moment, only the guns on second-order ships are enough distance, so he immediately thought of this team.
In a team of more than 4,000 ships, there are only more than 50 second-order ships, which at first glance seems ridiculous, but in fact, it is not.
You must know that there were only more than ten second-order ships in the Holy England Church before, and even if the relevant benefits were specified later, they were only increased to thirty......
In this way, St. England is very good among small and medium-sized guilds in the United Kingdom.
This is still the United Kingdom, which once ranked as the world's naval hegemon, and the situation in other countries is much more backward.
At present, there are five major naval powers in Europe, namely Britain, France, Germany, Portugal, and Spain, and other countries are slightly inferior in terms of this.
As for China, there are a large number of players, but the strength of the military is only equivalent to the second-rate level of Europe.
After receiving the order, the hunter team opened the gun doors one after another and began to adjust the firing angle, most of them with proud faces.
Except for their opponents in the same class, they don't look at anyone in their eyes.
The roar of the cannons sounded again.
Due to the need for the Holy British fleet to maintain its formation, it suffered a small loss in the face of this round of artillery attacks.
More than a dozen ships were damaged.
The next moment, the Holy English fleet began to retreat.
For Wang Hao's orders, the members of Saint England were absolutely 100% obedient, even if they let them collectively crash into the enemy.
"Ha, they're scared."
"Brothers, rush."
Listening to the commotion and whistles of the players around him, there was also a smile on Weiss's face, if he was allowed to take this island alone, it would be interesting to see how Kerry would be able to hold his head up in front of himself in the future.
Thinking of the smugness, he couldn't wait to immediately pull Kerry in front of him to see how he landed at this base.
Rumble!
Rumble!
…
An unusually dull shelling sounded.
Weiss raised his head blankly, "Where is the cannon?" Where to shoot? His heart suddenly panicked.
Before the people around him could answer, the basin-sized projectile fell overwhelmingly towards the position of the French fleet.
Poof!
A few yards away, the water from the shells splashed down on Ves's body, and he shuddered, and suddenly came to his senses, and he looked around in horror, and everywhere he could see was shipwrecks and wood chips.
Under the salvo of more than a hundred shore defense guns, Ves's fleet can be described as suffering heavy losses, especially his baby pimple hunter squad, which suffered heavy losses under this round of shelling.
"Shore defense artillery!"
Weiss was not stupid, and quickly guessed the culprit of all this, but his face suddenly became hideous, "Can anyone tell me why the other side still has so many well-preserved coastal defense guns, are those defenders all pigs?" ”
The players in the French fleet suddenly became quiet, looking at the man who was roaring like a madman, and there was a hint of sarcasm under his numb face. (To be continued.) )