"It's ...... Magic?"

Not feeling the fluctuations of the magical winds, so many blazing tongues of fire erupted from the ship.

This is definitely not magic, and the only explanation is that the Bakarians, who have become strangers, have a new weapon.

Panu was right, Martin had placed the simplest flamethrower on the ship.

A simple mixture of fish oil and whale oil, filtered directly into a simple piston injector, can easily shoot the tongue of fire 20 meters away by manual propulsion, plus ignition at the nozzle.

Going forward is hell, and many people want to dodge when they see the tongue of fire spraying in, but unfortunately the cumbersome winter coat slows down all the Slingers.

I saw fireballs descend from the sky, and in an instant, several of the nearest Slinger warships spread out. The low hull and the one-story hull have become the biggest drawbacks, and there is nowhere to hide if you want to.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the thirty or so ships closest to the merchant fleet were directly reduced to char by the screams.

Only the ships slightly further behind were able to avoid the direct attack of the flamethrows. Even so, nearly a hundred boats were caught in flames.

The Slinger warriors screamed and jumped into the water.

As perennial pirates, they know very well what they have on them that can be deadly, and weapons and other metal objects are abandoned as soon as possible, and then they desperately try to get closer to their companions' ships.

It's winter, and the water is close to freezing.

In such a cold sea, it will not take more than an hour for people to freeze to death.

The tragedy is that ships farther away are being baptized by mortars!

It was morning, and the fleet had more time to clean them up.

Panu's fleet was completely in disarray. Some of the ships ventured to rush over, and the brave Slingers even jumped into the sea themselves when they were within range of the tongues of fire, trying to climb onto the Bakarian ships with water ghost tactics.

I have to say, it's a good idea.

Flamethrowers can't burn their own ships in bunkers.

At this time, Martin slowly lowered his arm and spit out two words: "Slap the pole!"

On the side of the ship, several large 'pulks' stick out, and if you look closely, you will see that these paddles are more like maces, but generally this size should be played by giants.

The concept of this 10-meter-long peerless murder weapon comes from the slap stick of water warfare in ancient times in the Celestial Empire, and it is a weapon that uses the kinetic energy obtained when heavy objects fall from a high place to smash enemy boats close to their own warships.

Originally, after entering the gunpowder age, this kind of thing withdrew from the stage of history. However, Bakaria's long-range weapon was so powerful that Martin had to come up with such a simple and violent weapon.

A tree trunk, plus several sets of handles, enough manpower, under a simple lever principle, becomes the deadliest weapon.

If necessary, you can also make a cameo appearance with a pendulum.

Anyway, with this thing, the approaching Slingers still want to climb the boat?

As soon as you slap the stick, it doesn't matter if you're in the water, it's all plasma flying all over the sky!

These Slingers, who have been called the barbarians of the Northlands, are not unbrave, but under this extreme targeting, their advantage in hand-to-hand combat is really not brought into full play.

It's to bully you barbarians, poor shipbuilding.

It's to bully you with a big ship with a higher side!

You can't climb up, and you still want to fight hand-to-hand?

It is impossible for a person to hold his breath underwater for a long time, as long as he emerges, he will suddenly fall with a ten-meter-long slapstick, and whoever you are will be killed directly with a rod.

Martin was absolutely sure that if the Ricks had mastered the simple technique of slapping the rod before, there would not have been a cruiser bitten to death by ants, and certainly there would be no Mermaid now.

After all the tactics of the Slingers were defeated, the battle became one-sided, and it became a one-sided massacre.

The mortar gunners trained by Martin, encouraged by his achievements, are getting more and more accurate. It can be said that it is completely practiced with real human meat targets.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The thin ships of the Slingers, falling apart under mortar bombardment, were full of Slingers screaming and struggling after falling overboard.

"Help!"

"The Chaos Gods are above!

"I don't want to die!"

There were barbarians who were swept into the whirlpool and drowned, there were barbarians whose faces were covered in blood from mortar fragments and floated in the ice with shields, and still others who swam in vain to the Slinger warships that tried to escape.

The remaining barbarian ships began to flee, and many of the ships behind the fleet began to sink, and they had to find a way to evacuate from both flanks, but at this time, Martin ordered the Bakaria fleet to form a formation similar to the crane wing formation, and he wanted to destroy this barbarian fleet here.

Desperation is spreading between Panu and his guards.

Because the Slinger ship was an oared ship and had only one side of the sail, although the speed and steering were not too bad, the absolute speed was not comparable to that of a real sailboat.

Moreover, at first they approached the Bakaria fleet in a charging manner, and when he tried to run, he found that he was surrounded by the Bakarians.

"I'm Panu, chief of the Winter Wolf Clan! I'm going to fight your duke—" Panu cried, he forgot that he was shouting in Slinger......

Martin understood with a translator, but he had no interest in playing personal heroism with a dying man.

Besides, is this Panutah qualified?

"Arrow!" Martin spitted out a word coldly.

Hundreds of arrows rained down on the lone ship.

"Uhh

The Slinger ships did place shields on the port side to ward off arrows, but only against arrows at the same level.

The side of the Bakarian merchant ship was at least five meters above the water, and if it was on the stern tower, it was nine meters. Shoot down condescendingly, and if you can block it, there will be ghosts.

"Poof!poof!poof!" was the sound of an arrow hitting the flesh.

Nearly a hundred Slingers on the thirty-meter-long warship, despite their efforts to raise their shields to fend off arrows, how could their small round shields block arrows from all directions?

In a round of arrow rain, there were only a dozen or so people left who could squat.

Another salvo fired, and the whole ship was largely silent, except for the groans of the dying man.

"Gal. "Martin an order.

Garr, who is as agile as a cheetah, once again showed his extraordinary agility. He actually jumped out of the boat like this, relying on the wooden blocks and corpses floating on the water, the whole person was as light as a dragonfly touching the water, and a dozen ups and downs jumped onto the flagship with a huge white wolf's head flag, cut off the head of the chief who was only half breathing, and took back the white wolf's head flag.

Martin didn't look at the battlefield, leaving four ships to clean up the battlefield as much as possible, and instead let the fleet turn around and chase the other Slinger fleet that had just staggered.