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"The dragon king is possessed, and all evils are inviolable!" The drenched drummer stood on deck, shouting at the top of his throat as he beat the drum, and the crew who rowed vigorously in the cabin shouted along with him, as if this was the only way to have the courage to face the cannonballs that fell like hail in the sky. 【】

One Gotsugaku-class ship can have more than 40 guns in the same direction to fire a salvo, and the five ships together have more than 200 guns. After more than four months of rigorous training and a sufficient number of live fires, the gunners under Yang Guang were able to achieve a rate of fire of 2 rounds per minute.

When the first cannon was fired, an average of more than 400 shells were falling in the sky every minute. Such a sight is extremely rare in Asian waters, even in this era.

"The dragon king is possessed, and all evils are inviolable! The dragon king possessed, a hundred ......" The drummer shouted almost instinctively, hoping to use words to boost a little courage, but as the cannonballs flew by in the sky, his hoarse roar was completely suppressed by the strange low whistling overhead.

"Wow!" A huge column of water rose into the sky and struck at the drummers on board. When the waves passed, the sailor spat out the bitter sea water in his mouth, secretly glad that he was lucky, otherwise the shell would have been more than a meter away and would have smashed on his ship.

"Let's go! Come ......" There were terrified cries of other shipmates not far away. The drummer subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a cannonball falling from the sky, "splitting" the body of one of the sailors on the ship, and then smashing into the deck in the splatters of flesh and bouncing again, crashing into the cabin.

The sound of the object tearing was mixed with the screams of his companions, and with a few blinks of an eye, the cannonball gouged through the wall of the ship with blood and stumps and fell into the water from the stern. Then the ship that had been shelled next to him dropped sharply, and was suddenly left behind, disappearing from the view of the drum-beating sailors.

The increasingly shrill whistling overhead distracted the drummer from caring about the fate of his companions, and he looked up at the sky to see a cannonball slowly falling towards him. The drummer's heart beat uncontrollably, as if it could burst out of his throat at any moment, and he watched in despair as death came, but the drumsticks in his hand never stopped.

In the midst of the earth-shattering drumming, the cannonball almost brushed the drummer's bun and fell, and after striking on the deck with a loud bang, it bounced again and fell into the sea.

It wasn't until the water splashed by the cannonballs that it was sprinkled on the face of the drum sailor that he reacted and subconsciously touched his body, and found that it was intact, and couldn't help but say with palpitations: "Thank you, Lord Dragon, ......"

"Bang!" A warship slammed into the Drum Sailor's ship from the side, and the force of the impact caused the Drum Sailor to take off into the air, watching the sky and the sea tumble incessantly, and finally disappeared into the water in front of his eyes.

When the drum-beating sailor resurfaced from the water, he saw that his ship had been knocked over by friendly forces and held upside down in the sea, when the drumming behind him became louder and louder, and the drum-beating sailor turned around and saw that a warship had rushed in front of him.

"I knew ......" the sailor had only a few words before he was plowed over by the narrow hull, and then a large beach appeared on the surface of the sea.

Under the threat of cannonballs pouring overhead like hail, Zhao Maniac and the others almost took out the strength to row desperately, because there were too many ships and the waterways were relatively narrow, the Napoleonic cannons on the Wuyue-class Fu ships did not need special aiming, and they could cause a high hit rate.

Under the constant bombardment of Napoleon's cannons, Zhao Maniac's fleet suffered heavy casualties, with the Frog King behind them to supervise the battle, and countless cannonballs fell above their heads, and the only way to escape was to keep moving forward.

In order to survive, the sailors on every warship sailed out with the strength to eat milk, and rowed desperately, and if they encountered a ship in front of them that slowed down, they didn't care so much about crashing into it directly, otherwise once their ship's speed slowed down, they would become a target for Napoleon's cannons.

Yang Guang knew the situation on the battlefield through the summoning servants soaring in the sky. Within a few minutes of the battle, half of the 300 warships on the opposite side were lost, a small number of them were sunk or sunk, and most of them lost power and floated on the sea.

The warships that were still moving at full speed on the sea were all Qingjiao King and Zhao Madman, and they were injured and really related, the boating crew was full of physical strength, and the crew at the helm was experienced. While maintaining a high speed close to the Gogatake-class Fukubune, it was possible to change the route of the advance slightly to avoid the attack of the shells.

Seeing this scene, Yang Guang not only did not have any worries but laughed, as he said to Wang Ying before, the extra 500 meters will be the winner of this battle. Paddleing with all your might is quite physically demanding, and under normal circumstances, a few hundred meters of sprint distance is enough for the sailors to fight when they get close to the target.

However, in the face of Napoleonic guns with a normal range of 2,000 meters, these sailors had to start accelerating farther away, and did not dare to stay for a moment in the area covered by artillery fire, which meant that the opponent had already consumed several times more physical energy than normal. Yang Guang believed that the sailors on the enemy ship on the opposite side were already gritting their teeth and holding on, and the current momentum could not hide the fact that it was about to become the end of the crossbow.

Under Yang Guang's order, the gunners in the cabin began to reload with new ammunition and reduce the frequency of firing, on the one hand, to give the guns a chance to cool, and on the other hand, to pursue the hit rate.

"Whew!" Cannonballs swept through the air with a slightly different whistling sound than before, and fell towards a warship. The sailors at the helm of the target ship moved the rudder with force, causing the ship to deviate slightly from its original course to avoid the shells.

The cannonball slammed into the sea as the sailor at the helm watched, but what happened next was completely beyond the sailor's knowledge, not only splashing up a column of water that was higher and larger, but also producing a deafening explosion.

The explosion of the shells produced hundreds of uniformly sized fragments, which flew in all directions centered on the point of falling into the water, easily tearing apart the raw cowhide laid on the warship, and beating the sailors in the cabin to pieces.

Not only that, but the other two warships in the area covered by the splashing debris also became the fish in the pond, and the sailors on board died on the spot under the cutting and penetration of the debris without even knowing what was happening. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.