Chapter 1930 This Drama Is a Test of Acting Skills!

The captain of Z23 was also very miserable. He turned around and said, "Admiral Taylor has given an order. The gunners who fired just now were so accurate that they all went to clean the toilets for a month. Then...the cooks in the cooking class did not work all day long." Are you complaining that it’s hard to watch your brothers having sex with you as a cuckold? Now it’s time for them to have sex!”

Who knows, even the cooks in the cooking class performed superbly this time, with a hit rate as high as 31%...

Many of the tribe's airships were wooden ships. Some of the ships were hit by non-powered parts, but they were still able to stay in the sky. They became bright lights in the dark night, guiding the cooks in the right direction.

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

Admiral Taylor was in a mess in the wind: "Could it be that the entire tribal fleet was wiped out by three ships?"

Fortunately, this worry was somewhat unnecessary. After being attacked for a full five minutes, the tribal fleet finally began to fight back while yelling stupid curses.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Continuous sound of cannons sounded, and the tribe's gunners didn't care about the number of gunners, and just shot them in the same direction.

The flash of cannon fire, in Admiral Taylor's eyes, was simply the light of salvation. Before the shells even reached the patrol fleet, Taylor shouted in the communication: "You have all been shot! Repeat that! Hook Squadron, you have all been shot and severely damaged. You are on fire. Leave the combat area immediately."

The captain of the patrol fleet's flagship, the Prinz Eugen, rolled his eyes: "Have you heard it, brothers?"

Night artillery battles are the greatest test of technology and training levels. Even within the alliance, long-range artillery battles at night, with the assistance of various black technologies, as long as the distance is extended to more than 5,000 meters, the hit rate will still not exceed 10%.

Not to mention tribal gunners who had never been trained in night bombardment.

Fortunately, the actors from the Alliance are amazing even though the Horde isn’t great!

Under the captain's order, the well-prepared Alliance generals set fire to the barrels of black powder obtained from the museum.

"Bang, bang, bang—" The sound from the distant explosion was easily transmitted back to the tribal fleet three kilometers away.

Immediately, the tribe was ecstatic: "Hit? Hahaha! Hit!"

The entire tribal fleet was boiling.

The picture they longed to see appeared. Three Alliance warships burst into flames at the same time. The outline of the ship is clearly visible.

Under the gaze of the tribal warriors, the three Alliance airships began to stagger and begin to fall. The speed was not fast, but they did 'fall' in a direction away from the tribal fleet.

In fact, the officers and men on board the three Alliance warships were bored. The traditional black powder explosive barrel was unable to penetrate the 80mm armor of the Prinz Eugen. Such a loud noise resulted in the armor being slightly dented.

On the Horde flagship, Garrosh was not too happy: "The Alliance has discovered it, and there is no point in hiding it. Light the torch! Let [Hellscream] clear the way, and the entire fleet will move forward at full speed!"

This brave move immediately received cheers from the entire tribal fleet.

Over there, Duke no longer wanted to look at it: "It should be said that a brainless roar is indeed a brainless roar? If the alliance really has to rely on visual inspection to find you, what kind of trouble are you lighting up in the middle of the night?"

Next to Duke, Vashj and Onyxia were chuckling.

Vashchi asked: "Do you still want to read it?"

"The show has started, let's continue watching! Tell Taylor to take it easy." After Duke sent the instructions to Jaina in the magic message, Duke was also discouraged. He felt a little bored: "Come on, Onyxia, Have a shot of tequila.”

"Okay!" The black dragon sister used her hands and feet to crawl over charmingly...

Over there, after receiving the instructions from the high command, Taylor had a headache. He had originally prepared a squadron of hundreds of warships. Now I find that it is simply making a mountain out of a molehill.

But just a few minutes ago the Alliance had three warships 'destroyed'. It was not good for the Alliance to send too few airships. They finally decided to reduce the number by half, and just 60 warships pounced on them aggressively.

In order for the tribe to discover it in advance, they had to light a torch on the bow of the boat so that the tribe could spot it ten kilometers away.

At this time, Garrosh finally decided to transfer the best armored airships to "fight to the death" with the Alliance, and let the other airships full of Horde soldiers leave early.

This time the alliance seemed to have learned its lesson. More than sixty airships arrived an hour later. They lined up at a distance of five thousand meters to form a three-dimensional trapezoid. They fired across the hull and fired in the windward direction.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The continuous sound of cannons from the Alliance fleet rang through the dark night.

The tribe only saw the constant light of fire from the Alliance side, but found that not many shells hit the tribe's warships. All in all, with one salvo from the Alliance, the Horde's armored ship could probably hit seven or eight hits, and one airship was bombed.

The tribe's new artillery is also gathered here. The range of the artillery is sufficient, and it is indeed a relatively new type of TNT gunpowder shells. It's just that most of these airships were modified from second-hand airships smuggled from the Alliance through various channels before the war.

Firstly, the tribe itself cannot produce this kind of cannon, and secondly, it cannot produce cannonballs. It can be said that every time a cannonball is fired, there will be one less shot. No one has ever paid the bill before, let alone being willing to conduct live ammunition shooting.

This hit rate can be imagined.

Later, statistics showed that the Horde fleet actually hit the Alliance warship only twice with two shells throughout the night. One hit the side armor of the Scharnhorst and dented the armor; the other hit the Scharnhorst. The main gun of the Erpitz was armored on the front, and the shells bounced off.

If the Alliance really wants to fire, it will almost always be accurate.

It's a pity that Admiral Taylor is also afraid. For tonight, he prepared a large number of sawdust cannonballs, also known as salutes. That thing just makes a noise. Of course, a large number of artillery shells are also prepared for actual combat. The shells are all painted with clear red marks. There is no order, whoever uses them will chop them off.

The ones that hit the tribal warships were often the [three-type bullets] used to deal with small targets such as flying dragons, this kind of shotgun.

The two sides fought for most of the night, and it felt like two Internet trolls fighting each other online, and neither could hurt the other. By the time we got there, it was already four-thirty in the morning, and it would be dawn soon.

Once daybreak, maintaining this hit rate would be false, and Taylor ordered his own ships to continue to "hit". After burning hay and old blankets on the decks of the Alliance flying battleships and setting them on fire violently, the Alliance fleet finally evacuated early.

Afterwards, looking at the number of 102 ships shot down, Taylor broke into a cold sweat.

18.3%, this is the kill coefficient calculated after taking into account the opponent's ship level and calculating various coefficients.

With great suspicion, Taylor returned to Naxxramas. When he met Duke, who was said to have traveled through time and space, he suddenly felt that he already knew the answer to everything.