Almost with a poke motion, Harry used the torch in his hand to ignite the fuse at the tail of the twenty-four-pounder gun in front of him, and then the six operators on this gun position opened their mouths wide at the first time, and covered their ears with both hands.

A large number of unlucky people use cruel examples to tell them that if they don't want to be directly shocked into deafness, it is better to follow the regulations of the artillery drill code and implement them meticulously.

More than ten seconds later, a thunderous bang sounded directly in their ears, even if their ears had already been stuffed and covered with their hands, but such a loud noise still made their brains dizzy for a short time.

At the same time as the loud bang sounded, the heavy twenty-four-pound runner, as if pushed by a giant, forcefully like a head, suddenly bounced up, and retreated a few steps backwards before being pulled by two thick iron chains tied to the gun carriage;

Fortunately, there is no operator at all, and he makes such a low-level mistake of standing behind the artillery, otherwise the result of being hit by the gun is equivalent to being directly hit by a mammoth in a wild run.

At the same time as the loud noise, there was also a thick yellow smoke rising, and the new type of propellant that the little dwarf Modo had researched was much stronger than the previous particle gunpowder.

However, compared with the choking white smoke produced when black gunpowder is burned, this yellow smoke is more choking and uncomfortable, and even if you inhale too much at one time, there is a risk of suffocation and fainting.

At this point, however, neither Harry, as the gun commander, nor his five loaders were clearly paying attention to such a trivial matter, coughing violently while observing their results through the somewhat thin yellow smoke.

I saw that this bombardment loaded with thousands of scattered bombs directly cleaned up all the small monsters in a huge fan-shaped area a mile away; no fish-man could hold on to it after having multiple steel balls the size of grapes in his body.

Even those giant sea monsters with huge size and strong vitality, after being hit by many steel balls that penetrated into the flesh very deeply, also screamed because of severe pain, where do you remember the battle......

Faced with the Invincible Armada's constant drop of depth charges, the Nagas quickly found a way to deal with it, and they found that floating on the surface of the sea, on the contrary, the squeeze and impact force would be much smaller.

As a result, all the troops, whether they were huge deep-sea beasts or smaller fishmen, all surfaced under the command of Naga.

For a while, the officers and men on the battleships of the Armada were horrified to find that they were all kinds of deep-sea monsters in front of them, and they were simply surrounded by millions of enemies, and these enemies were frantically attacking them.

And at this time, the only good news for them is that, because of the good performance of depth charges, no deep-sea monsters try to attack their fragile bottom, and attacks from the bottom of the ship are often the most lethal and effective.

It was at this time that the little dwarf Generalissimo Modo issued an order for all battleships to fire freely.

New muskets, artillery, Bomb No. 2, old ballistas, trebuchets, bows and arrows, and even harpoons for fishing, the Armada burst into maximum density of attacks upon receiving the order.

The sailors on the warships of all sizes hoped to use such an attack to block the swarming monsters, because if they were not blocked, even the large warships would not be able to hold on for much time under such a frantic siege, and they would sink directly because of too much water.

In short, the two warring sides have entered a tragic time of consumption for the right to continue to live on this continent, that is, depending on the two sides, which side has the most efficient means of killing and proking, then the final victory will be won......

"Well done, guys, hurry up and do it again. Harry cried out in exclamation, and then, with a very covert movement, quickly poured a mouthful of Wodega into his mouth.

Then, carefully re-cap the water bladder filled with spirits.

Harry's five subordinates were no stranger to the scene in front of them, if it weren't for this middle-aged uncle, who had this stinky problem of drinking alcohol like Red Star Wardga, who would have been reduced to a twenty-four-pounder cannon and the pathetic little role of the cannon commander.

You must know that before he joined the army, he was a second officer on a medium-sized merchant ship, and he had very rich sailing experience; with this kind of qualifications alone, in the steel fleet where talent is in short supply, at least he is a grassroots officer who manages hundreds of people.

There is even gossip that this middle-aged uncle, who was an excellent officer of the Jose Imperial Navy when he was young, was born out because he was framed; if this is true, it is not surprising that he has become the captain of a medium-sized warship.

But for Harry, all this is no big deal, after joining the Iron Collar's fleet, this middle-aged uncle found that in his life, in addition to drinking, there is another hobby: shooting.

In that kind of wild artillery fire, after directly tearing the target apart, there is a big mouthful of the comfort of the red star Wodega, which is simply Harry's highest pursuit; 'caliber is justice, and Red Star Wodega is the truth', which is Harry's life creed today.

As for the grievances when he was young, the middle-aged uncle Harry has completely looked down on it; at present, Harry's highest goal is to become the commander of a larger caliber artillery; for men, the thicker the tube, the more enjoyable it is!

After Harry gave the order to continue loading, a loader wearing thick deerskin gloves poked the wet mop into the barrel and cleaned it back and forth, and after a few seconds, the clean mop was already dirty when it was pulled out of the barrel.

Then, the silk-wrapped detonating charge and propellant were also stuffed into the barrel of the gun one after another, but at this time, an operator who was in charge of carrying the ammunition exclaimed: "Gun Master, we don't carry many scattered bullets, and now we have all used them up;

Harry glanced at the still dense enemy on the sea outside the ship, and instantly reversed his unreliable proposal, and after looking around, he pointed to a sack of gravel used as a cover and shouted: "Fill this gravel into the running pipe, and stuff me with the pile of knives and forks for eating." ”

A minute later, the thick twenty-four-pound ran opened fire again, and the debris and knives and forks that flew out of the sky directly smashed the hundreds of fishmen who rushed into dozens of meters into a sieve.