The captain of Z23 was also very distressed, and turned his head: "Admiral Taylor has an order, those gunners just now were too accurate, and they all went to clean the toilet for a month." And then...... Didn't the cooks in the cooking class complain all day long that they were wearing cuckolds and watching their brothers shoot cannons? Now is the time for them to open fire!"

Ghost knows, this time, even the cooks in the cooking class also performed at a super level, with a hit rate of 31%......

Many of the Horde's flying ships are wooden ships, and some of them can still hold up in the sky after being hit by non-powered parts. They became the lights of the night, guiding the cooks.

As a result, even the cooks had to be replaced.

Admiral Taylor was simply messy in the wind: "Could it be that the entire fleet of the tribe will be wiped out by three ships?"

Thankfully, this fear was a bit unnecessary, and after being attacked for a full five minutes, the Horde fleet finally began to fight back in the midst of a brain-dead roar.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The continuous sound of cannons rang out, and the tribe's gunners didn't care so much, and they were directly shot in the same direction.

The flash of cannon fire, in the eyes of Admiral Taylor, was simply a holy light of salvation. Before the shells could reach the patrol fleet, Taylor shouted in the communication: "You have all been shot! Repeat! Hook detachment, you have all been hit hard by bullets, set on fire, and immediately get out of the combat area." ”

The captain of the Prinz Eugen, the flagship of the patrol fleet, rolled his eyes: "Did the brothers hear it?"

Artillery warfare at night is the most test of technology and training. Even within the alliance, long-distance artillery battles at night, with the assistance of various black technologies, as long as the distance is increased to more than 5,000 meters, the hit rate will still not exceed 10%.

Not to mention the Horde gunners, who had never been trained in night shelling.

Fortunately, the tribe is not powerful, but the actors of the alliance are powerful!

At the captain's order, the prepared Coalition generals set fire to the barrels of black powder that had been brought out of the museum.

"Bang bang bang—" The sound of an explosion in the distance was easily resounded back to the Horde fleet three kilometers away.

Immediately, the tribe was ecstatic: "Hit? ha! hit!"

The entire fleet of the tribes was boiling.

The image they longed to see appeared, and three warships of the alliance were on fire at the same time. The silhouette of the ship is clearly visible.

Under the watchful eye of the Horde warriors, the three Alliance airships all staggered and began to fall, not fast, but they did 'fall' in the direction away from the Horde fleet.

In fact, the officers and men on the three coalition warships were getting bored. The barrel of explosives of traditional black powder simply could not penetrate the 80 mm armor of the Prinz Eugen. It was so loud that the armor was a little bit dented.

On the Horde flagship, Garrosh was not too happy: "The alliance has been discovered, and there is no point in covering it up. Ignite the torch! Let Hell Roar clear the way, and the whole fleet will move forward at full speed!"

This brave move was immediately cheered by the entire tribal fleet.

Over there, Duke didn't want to look at it anymore: "Should I say, is the brain-dead roar worthy of the brain-dead roar? If the alliance really needs to rely on visual inspection to find you, what kind of trouble is it when you light the fire in the middle of the night?"

Vaschi and Onexia, next to Duke, were eating and laughing.

Vasqi asked, "Do you still see it?"

"It's all on, keep watching!" After Duke gave Gianna instructions in the magic message, Duke was also discouraged, and he felt a little bored: "Come, Onexia, let's have a cup of agave." ”

"Okay!" the black dragon used his hands and feet together, and crawled over charmingly......

Over there, after receiving the instructions from the High Command, Taylor had a big headache, and he had prepared a detachment of hundreds of warships. Now it turns out that it's just a big fuss.

But only a few minutes ago the coalition was 'destroyed' three warships. It was not good for the alliance to go too few airships, so in the end it was decided to reduce it by half, and 60 warships rushed over with great momentum.

In order for the tribe to find out in advance, it had to light a torch at the bow of the ship so that the tribe could find it ten kilometers away.

At this time, Garrosh finally decided to transfer the best armored airship to fight the alliance to the death, and let the rest of the airships full of tribal soldiers leave early.

This time, the alliance seemed to have learned its lesson, and the more than 60 flying ships that arrived an hour later lined up at a distance of 5,000 meters, forming a three-dimensional trapezoid, striking the hull of the ship, and firing in the direction of the upper hand.

"Bang, bang, bang!" the continuous cannon fire of the Union fleet resounded through the night.

The Horde saw only the constant light of fire on the Alliance's side, but found that not many shells hit the Horde's ships. Counting it, probably one salvo from the Alliance, the Horde's armored ships can hit seven or eight shots, and one airship is blown up.

The new artillery of the Horde has also gathered here, and the range of the artillery is sufficient, and it is indeed a relatively new type of TNT gunpowder shell. It's just that most of these airships are converted from second-hand airships smuggled from the alliance through various channels before the war.

The tribe itself could not produce such cannons, and secondly, the shells could not be produced, so to speak, one less shell. No one has paid for it before, and they will not be willing to shoot live ammunition.

This hit rate can be imagined.

Later, according to statistics, the Horde fleet actually hit the coalition warship with two shells throughout the night, one hit the side armor of the [Scharnhorst], denting the armor a little, and the other hit the frontal armor of the [Tirpitz]'s main gun, and the shell bounced off directly.

The alliance really wants to open fire, almost one shot.

It's a pity that Admiral Taylor is also afraid. For tonight, he prepared a large number of sawdust shells, commonly known as the salute. That's all it takes. Of course, a large number of shells were also prepared for actual combat, and the shells were painted with clear red markings, and there was no order, who used it to chop his hands.

Even those that hit the tribal warships are often used against small targets such as flying dragons.

The two sides fought for most of the night, giving people the feeling that they were two Internet trolls spraying each other on the Internet, and neither could hurt anyone. When I got to the end, it was already half past four in the morning, and it would soon be dawn.

It would be a sham to maintain this hit rate once dawn, and Taylor ordered his ships to start 'getting shots' continuously. After burning hay and old blankets on the decks of one coalition airborne battleship after another, and violently catching fire, the coalition fleet finally withdrew ahead of schedule.

Afterwards, looking at the number of 102 ships that fell, Taylor broke out in a cold sweat.

18.3%, which is the downfall coefficient obtained after combining the level of the opponent's ship and calculating various coefficients.

Suspicious, Taylor returned to Naxxramas, and when he met the legendary Duke who was supposed to travel to the plane, he felt like he knew the answer.