Boom Boom Boom –

Horace Redwyn looked at the circles of light that flickered again on the enemy ship, and his heart trembled slightly, but he no longer panicked.

That weird weapon just looks amazing, but it's not as powerful as you might think.

Horace felt that his warship was more than capable of rushing forward in the face of enemy attacks.

As long as you can rush through, you can enter the battle mode that the Qingting Island fleet is familiar with.

As long as you can rush through......

Boom Boom –

The cannonballs rained down again, but to Horace's horror, this time it was noticeably different from the previous ones.

The impact almost made him unsteady on his feet.

A few roars exploded on the deck, and black smoke rose up, followed by flames.

"What's going on?" Horace asked, apprehensively.

Before anyone else could answer, there was a call for fire outside, accompanied by terrible screams and cries of panic.

"Look, my lord!"

Horas turned his head to look to the left flank, and saw that the sails of the Swordfish had been ignited by raging fire, and the tumbling flames were like a monstrous python, and the mainmast had been wrenched in an instant.

Bang!

The broken mast slammed down, shaving off most of the bow and smashing a long wave on the surface of the sea.

Dozens of Qingting Island sailors fell into the sea, struggling and shouting for help.

However, the fire was still spreading on the deck, and the sailors did not bother to save their comrades who had fallen into the water, but tried to extinguish the fire like crazy.

But an even more terrifying scene is yet to come.

Due to the loss of the mainmast and the rupture of the ship, the Swordfish visibly lost control, staggering off course under the impetus of the huge inertia, and collided with the White Hart next to it.

The massive ram on the bow of the White Hart tore apart the already dilapidated Swordfish, splitting it in two.

The broken bow and stern were raised high and then slowly sank into the water.

Leaving only a huge whirlpool and countless wandering corpses on the surface of the sea, blood and flames spread on the surface of the sea, attracting a group of sharks.

Sir Horace watched the scene stunned, and fell into a stupor again.

Although two battleships lost their combat ability just now, it was only because of water leakage, and now, they were directly sunk, such a scene deeply shocked all the Qingting Island soldiers who witnessed all this.

As the eldest son of Qingting Island, Horace actually has a wealth of experience in naval warfare, but in his impression, the combat method of naval warfare is nothing more than collision and broadside combat, in fact, broadside combat is the more common situation.

The ships of both sides were hooked together, and soldiers on both sides rushed onto each other's ships with weapons of close-quarters combat, killing each other, or being killed by the other.

This is the right way to open a naval battle.

It's not like this, before they get close, their own fleet is already scarred and has suffered heavy losses.

In a trance, Horace developed an irrepressible sense of sadness, as if the shadows sensed the end of an era.

But at this moment, he knew that he had no way out.

"Onward! Burn the wind! Horace roared, "Rush over!" Rush over! ”

Boom Boom!

The guns of the enemy ships roared again.

Thick black smoke filled the sea sky, obscuring the sky.

Horace couldn't see the front clearly, but he knew that the target was already close, close, as long as they rushed through this section, as long as they rushed over, they still had a chance to win!

There was a loud tearing sound, the screech of the ship's wood breaking down, and the mournful screams of the crew in a sea of fire, but Horace ignored it, just staring ahead.

"Rush! Rush! Rush! ”

Boom Boom Boom –

Hundreds of shells climbed high into the air, through the smoke of gunpowder, and dragged out the long black tail.

As they scream and fall, they make huge splashes, or burst oak decks, or blow people alive into bones, flesh, and blood.

Horace pushed away the dissuasive guards and rushed out of the captain's quarters, his eyes scarlet looking ahead.

In the flowing smoke of gunpowder, the side of the Stormland battleship loomed.

"Bump into it! Bump into it! Horace roared desperately.

Nearly a third of the fleet behind him had lost its combat effectiveness, or smoke, or had its mast blown off, or fell into flames, or sank to the bottom......

Horace did not dare to look back, nor could he look back, he could only move forward, like a moth to a fire.

"Angular velocity! Angular velocity! Horace drew his sword and swung it wildly.

The snare drum was frenzied, and it became a long and frenzied thrashing, the blades of the oars flew, the water splashed, and the Purple Grape seemed to take off, the sharp ram of the bow splitting the waves, and the droplets were like snow.

But just then, Horace suddenly noticed a strange giant ship on the side of the enemy ship.

And it began to whirring and turning.

With a bang, the sails of the Stormlands battleship were raised.

The battleships that had been stationary and firing their guns in place were activated.

They're going to dodge!

"Left full rudder! Left full rudder! Horace screamed and ordered.

The helmsman frantically turned the rudder, the snare drum beat changed, and the pulpers tacitly cooperated, and the Purple Grape suddenly threw out a beautiful tail turn on the sea, chasing the enemy ship closely.

The centrifugal force tossed Horace onto the deck, his teeth slamming shut, nearly breaking his tongue.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and continued to give orders with a hideous expression:

"Catch up! Catch up! ”

The Purple Grape's hull creaked overwhelmingly, and it seemed to be on the verge of falling apart.

But the people of Qingting Island seemed to have fallen into madness, and they looked at the enemy ships that were close at hand, and accelerated and accelerated and accelerated again and again.

Bang –

Finally bumped into it.

But the hesitant Storm Land battleship urgently adjusted its attitude, and the ram of the Purple Grape did not hit the side directly, but pierced into the stern.

The force was so fierce that the heads and tails of the two ships collided at the same time, and the flying sawdust and the crew members who were thrown out fell into the sea one after another.

Horace clung to the side of the ship to stabilize his body, and immediately shouted:

"Get hooked! Get hooked! ”

The sound of swishing sounded continuously, and ropes drifted past the Purple Grape, entangled the enemy ship on the opposite side.

"Board the ship and kill them all!" Horace brandished his sword, "For the glory of Qingting Island!" ”

"For the glory of Qingting Island!" The soldiers chimed in.

But in response to them was another round of shelling.

Thundered!

At such a close distance, the Purple Grape had nowhere to hide, and in an instant, it was hit by more than a dozen shells.

Horace felt like his brain had been hit by a boulder, buzzing.

Then a quick, sharp roar exploded in front of him, and the deck beneath his feet vanished in an instant.

The sky swirled, and the icy sea water came and poured into the mouth and nose.

In boundless terror, Horace spat out a mouthful of salty water, grabbed the nearest plank, and clung to it.

When I looked up, I saw that the Purple Grape had been covered in thick smoke and fire, and it was surrounded by wooden blocks scattered on the surface of the sea and drowning crew.

The guns on the side of the Stormlands shimmered with white fire, like hell roaring.

(End of chapter)