Chapter 254 Admiral Dai Lin

The hit rate of fleet bombardment in this era is metaphysics.

No matter it's still a night battle.

This early breech-loading gun was crude without any means of improving the stability of the shell.

Yes, no rifling, no front sight, not even a stable base for firing the gun. Every shot will be affected by the recoil of the next door's firing, which will cause the ship to roll.

There is no retreat machine and re-entry machine. After firing a cannon, the wheels under the barrel will retreat to reduce the recoil, and then the cannon will be pushed back to its original position by hand.

No matter how powerful the gunner is, his hit rate is still worrying.

Not to mention the orc's strange transport ship, which has no sails or decks, just a big turtle shell. This gave Daelin quite a headache.

The hinge bullets that destroy the mast and the grape bullets that kill the enemy's deck personnel cannot be used. The only way to use the most primitive cannon is to blast out a big iron ball to see if it can hit the key parts and cause fatal damage to the opponent.

Dai Lin saw through the binoculars that several shells hit the enemy ship, but nothing happened. They were either blown away by the thick iron shells above the transport ship, or stuck directly on the roof of the ship. The orc peons were still shaking the oars vigorously, driving the boat very fast.

"Damn it! Don't talk about the remaining 60%... I can't even keep 10% if this goes on."

The artillery fire was fierce and the water column was high, but there were not many orc transport ships that were sunk.

Admiral Dai Lin's egg hurts.

At this time, Naga made a move.

A large number of male naga braved the heavy fire and jumped to the surface of the water. They wielded huge tridents and slashed fiercely on those exposed oars. Often after a leap, more than ten oars were cut off with a burst of crackling.

The orc peons in charge of rowing the boat didn't know what happened, and they could often see that the boat had started to spin, and the peons inside were still shaking hard, letting the broken oars outside paddle the air.

"Okay! Well done!" Admiral Dai Lin waved his arms excitedly: "Send the signal to let the Third Fleet disperse and approach the opponent to attack."

The high elf female mage frowned: "Be careful of the opponent's counterattack."

"What are you afraid of? This kind of transport ship with no ship tower and such a low side can launch hand-to-hand combat against our ship? What am I afraid of for a transport ship that doesn't even have a ramming angle?" Dai Lin waved his hand indifferently.

Thus, the Third Fleet approached.

Both the power and accuracy of the shelling increased exponentially as the distance approached.

The iron ball shells shot out with powerful momentum had the most intense collision with the orc transport ship!

The iron cannonballs shattered under the huge impact, and so did the transport ships.

At this time, the moon suddenly emerged from the clouds.

In the bright moonlight, the explosion could clearly see the iron and sawdust dancing in the air. The dazzling brilliance of the explosion announced that death was coming.

The shells aimed at the waterline of the transport ship are the most dangerous and brutal. Even if it doesn't hit the target directly, a near-miss near the waterline of the ship is likely to crack the hull of the orc's inferior transport ship.

One huge iron transport ship after another began to sink, and from the noise reaching the sky, it could be known that each iron transport ship was full of orc warriors.

Perhaps on land, these warriors are omnipotent warriors who can still charge bravely after being shot by dozens of arrows, but in the ocean. They are no different from weak babies.

When the ship is heeling, most of the entrances and exits cannot be opened. Originally, the deck was covered with iron sheets in order to improve the protection ability, which of course greatly improved the survivability of the people inside when the ship sank. However, when the ship sank, it became a huge coffin.

Slowly sinking into the shallow seabed with nearly a thousand orc warriors.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Play naval battles with us in Kul Tiras? You greenskins are not good enough!" Daelin laughed heartily, and even pulled Gina*'s golden sword over and took a sip.

In the field of vision, at least a dozen giant iron-skinned orc transport ships began to sink, and more than 30 transport ships lost their mobility due to broken oars, floating or spinning on the sea.

"I reported the battle situation to the deputy commander-in-chief, and the deputy commander-in-chief made an urgent notice to ask your majesty to retreat your fleet and be careful of the tribe desperately."

"Be careful of what? Be careful of these transport ships with low sides, no towers, no rams, and no long-range weapons? He underestimates our Kul Tiras fleet, right?" Daelin suddenly remembered something: "He is His storm fleet also needs some military merits, right? Just let them go later."

At this time, as if the heavens were going to slap him in the face, Dai Lin successfully interpreted what is called extreme joy begets sorrow.

Thousands of small and medium-sized transport ships suddenly rushed out in places where there was no [Flash Technique] shining. The biggest difference from the previous transport ships is that the bows of these ships are all equipped with the sharp horns of some kind of huge creatures.

Not a bump angle in the standard sense, but for a one-time use, it's not too bad.

Admiral Dai Lin's face turned pale in an instant.

"Retreat! Tell the Third Fleet to retreat!" Dai Lin ordered in a panic.

But it was too late, and despite the moonlight, there was nothing the Kul Tiras fleet could do when they spotted the swarming boats. Sailed Kul Tiran ships were too slow to turn and speed compared to light, paddled boats.

As a result of the cumbersomeness, all the ships in the front were besieged by tribal boats.

The Horde's small transport ship bravely rammed into the Kul Tiran ship, and what followed was a scene that left the Kul Tirans stunned.

The roofs of those transport ships were ripped off.

It was not opened like a loose leaf, but was covered purely like a piece of cloth. A group of orcs directly used brute force to overturn the top cover, which weighed an unknown number of tons, into the water. The outer wall climbs up the deck of the ship.

Their climbing actions were naturally resisted by the sailors, and most of the orcs were blasted into the sea without climbing up. Those who cannot swim often drown in this way.

However, as more and more orc transport ships participated in the siege, Admiral Dai Lin, who was a few hundred meters away, watched his Third Fleet being besieged one after another in dumbfounded. Often a warship will be surrounded by more than ten orc boats.

When more than 10 bright green figures appeared on the deck, Dai Lin knew that the ship was over!

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!" Dai Lin closed his eyes.

Abandoning the Third Fleet that was in chaos, Dai Lin led the remaining ships to exhaust the tribe's troops with artistic and distance-filled mid-range bombardment.

The tribal fleet, which had achieved its goal, continued to sail towards Nanhai Town regardless of the heavy artillery fire.