A loud sound of "horn click~" suddenly sounded.

It was a medium-sized battleship, and because of the untimely drop of depth charges, it was seized by a huge tiger shark, which swam quickly and then hit the bottom of the ship with a heavy bang, causing the battleship to leap high and then smash into the water with a loud sound.

The huge impact force directly caused the hard skull of the tiger shark to crack to the bone, and it immediately rolled in pain in place, and the medium-sized battleship that was hit made of the entire iron teak made a pitiful creaky sound under this impact.

Although the perfect quality of iron teak finally allowed this medium-sized battleship to persist under the impact, the part that was hit was greatly dented in a large piece.

But for the officers and men on board, the result of this impact was not so easy to bear, and they were so violently impacted that they carried the whole person high into the air.

At this time, those sailors who were lucky enough to catch something could still keep their bodies from serious injury, but those who did not grasp something, so as to stabilize their bodies, immediately fell into bad luck, either hitting their heads and breaking blood, or breaking their arms and legs.

Many sailors who threw depth charges on the deck were thrown out of the way, and if they fell into the water at such a fatal time, they should not have any hope of being lucky enough to survive.

After the battleship smashed into the water, it was another great shock to the sailors on the battleship, and after such a moment, the battleship, which had been spreading fire frantically a few minutes ago, suddenly fell silent.

In an emergency, a large number of fish-men and naga climbed onto the battleship, and in the end, the fate of the battleship can be imagined.

After more than a dozen warships in a row lost their combat effectiveness, and the officers and men on board did not know whether they were alive or dead, the impact and shock on the officers and men on other warships could be imagined.

In order to survive, they became a little sluggish because of the long, high-intensity fighting, and they became sharp again, throwing depth charges frantically, loading artillery, and repeating fire......

After an explosion far exceeded the opening of artillery fire, a battleship that was only more than 100 meters away from Harry suddenly exploded from the inside; even a sturdy iron-teak battleship was completely torn in two in this explosion, and then quickly sank to the bottom.

The force of the explosion caused the flying steel shards and wood chips to fly far away, and it was extremely coincidental that one of Harry's loaders was directly inserted into the head of a palm-sized piece of steel shards.

The hapless loader fell with his head held high without saying a word, and Harry only glanced at the half-cut steel shards inserted into it, and knew that this loader was completely hopeless.

Suddenly, the entire reloading of Harry's artillery crew completely stopped, and they knew that the battleship that blew itself up just now was because the temperature of the gun barrel was too high, which directly detonated the propellant, causing a series of explosions.

There were so many of these monsters from the deep sea, the first two attacks of about 100,000 were just appetizing, and after destroying them, the seemingly endless enemies pounced on them in such a dense manner.

Half a million, a million, or more, in short, Harry, they looked out of the narrow cannon window, and they could always see an endless stream of enemies, filling their sight.

Firing, firing, non-stop, became the only thing they could do at this time, only in this way could they kill the enemies around the battleship and finally save their lives.

As a result, the barrel of the artillery continued to fire, and the barrel became hot, which could make them sweat from afar.

But the example in front of them tells them that if they continue like this, maybe they will be the next unlucky ones to blow themselves up, so what should they do, should they continue to launch?

For a while, the remaining subordinates of the entire artillery group all stared at the gun commander Harry for help.

"Continue to reload, even if you are blown to pieces, it is better than being killed by these deep-sea monsters; Harry gritted his teeth and burst out of his mouth.

"Yes, Lao Tzu has already enough. The loaders, encouraged by Harry, once again rose to courage, or rather, all of them were ruthless.

But soon, another trouble came, and the loader, who was responsible for washing the barrels, shouted with a crying voice: "Boss is not good, we have even run out of cooling water, and now we can't do it if we want to get some seawater." ”

When Harry heard this, his eyes instantly turned red, he pulled down his pants and roared: "! Pee on the barrel with Lao Tzu, anyway, either these monsters die, or we die." ”

Soon, the heavy smell of urine filled the cabin......

"Master Modo, please hurry up and send the reserves! It's really not good, give me two hundred of your personal guards, there are too many monsters in the deep sea, and if you continue to fight, my troops are almost exhausted." The ogre flint fell to his knees in front of the little dwarf Modo, pleading bitterly.

At this time, the flint was like being fished out after soaking in blood for a long time, but after kneeling down for a while, the blood that flowed down from his body had already gathered into a large pool.

This male-faced two-headed ogre overseer could no longer see a trace of ferocity, but instead made the guards behind Modo feel extremely pitiful.

From the beginning of the war to the present, the thirteen ogres led no more than 100,000 defenders, plus the naval fleet, in the face of millions of deep-sea monster attacks, can hold on to the position until now, which is a miracle in itself.

At this time, it is simply understandable to give them a little reinforcements, but as the commander-in-chief of this defensive battle, the little dwarf Lord Modo doesn't think so.

The reply from Master Modo's mouth was so ruthless: "I don't care how many enemies you face, and I don't care about your casualty figures, I only know that the opponent's current dispatch is all cannon fodder troops; ”

"I tell you that the flint must not be lost, now take your men who can move, roll back to the position for me, if the position is lost, I will kill you with my own hands." The little dwarf Modo roared.

Under the strict order of Lord Modo, the flint finally broke out, he slapped his chest hard, and roared: "Lord Modo doesn't need you to do it, as long as my flint is still alive, those deep-sea monsters don't want to cross my position half a step." ”

After saying that, the ogre flint strode away with the heavy mace, and he didn't notice that there were tears flying in the corners of the eyes of the little dwarf Lord Modo......