Chapter 310 Divide up and Attack

Every battleship was roaring, the muzzle flashed a dazzling yellow flame, and when the huge solid shell was fired, it brought out a burst of violent smoke, and with the deafening roar, the barrel fell back violently.

The black arc of light spanned hundreds of meters of airspace and blasted towards the transport ship. The continuous explosions of shells tearing through the air completely overwhelmed the roaring sea wind.

Pulling the black arc light, the iron ball flying in the sky became an out-and-out messenger of death. Cannonballs are like the Grim Reaper who weighs human life on a scale, except that luck is on one side and death on the other.

It has become a matter of metaphysics whether it will cause a huge splash of water that brushes past him, or whether he will be killed directly in the sea.

In a sense, being bombarded to death by a shell is also a kind of luck, at least you don't have to endure this endless suffering.

The cannonball flew above his head, and fell around him, splashing water into the sky.

Missed? ?

It was only two seconds after the explosive buzzing, and a new round of terrifying roars from far to near was coming again.

Have you prayed to your ancestors?

After drinking the blood of unknown origin to turn himself into green skin, did the ancestors still bless themselves?

At some point, these seemingly endless shells became the greatest torture for the orcs.

If this was the first time to fight across the sea, perhaps all the orcs were confused and just paddled their oars to let the boat rush forward. But with the shadow of the first disastrous failed landing battle, those surviving orcs inevitably panicked.

As a paddling boat, the most feared thing is that the force on both sides is uneven. The direct consequence of this is that the boat is spinning like blind flies on the sea.

Chaos broke out in the orc fleet.

It's not that there are no orc commanders trying to organize small boats to charge the Alliance fleet collectively, but after the Kul Tiras fleet suffered a big loss last time, what stopped the orc transport ships in front of them was no longer a careless single column, but a patchwork of double columns. column.

Not only that, the insane Admiral Dai Lin also changed the ship structure of most of the fleet.

Originally, for the artillery battle between fleets, the Kul Tiras fleet had basically evenly distributed cannons on the left and right sides. Now, considering that the bombardment would be followed by the most brutal blocking battle, Daeling moved almost all of the cannons to the starboard side, and the port side relied on the ballast to keep the ship balanced.

In other words, as long as the alliance's fleet can't gain the windward direction and can't grab the T position, the port side with only a few cannons on the other side will basically kneel when it touches the enemy.

Dai Lin was bold and cautious. On the one hand, he didn't think the Bloodsail Fleet that had joined the orcs would have much combat effectiveness, and on the other hand, he was confident in his command art.

Now he's betting right.

Even an ordinary destroyer can have more than 30 cannons on a single side. This firepower is simply insane.

The spherical solid shells spun in the air, like a divine punishment for punishing evil, and slammed fiercely at the small orc transport ship that was trying to rely on agility to make ant-attachment tactics.

"boom--"

Because of the rush to work, most of the materials for the new batch of transport ships were cut corners. Originally, the orc ships were thick and hard, but now due to lack of materials and excessive pursuit of quantity, they are not even hard.

A seemingly huge transport ship can be blasted from the deck to the bottom by a single cannon, which is impossible according to common sense.

The fact is before us, the rough and thin deck was easily blasted into the sky, mixed with splintered wood and orc flesh, splashing around like a torrential rain.

There is no need to rely on the explosion of gunpowder, and there is no need for any auger force made by rifling. Just relying on the pure and violent kinetic energy, a solid iron ball bullet can send a transport ship that can carry dozens or even hundreds of people to the bottom of the sea.

The scourge of cutting corners has also spread to the giant iron-clad transport ships of the orcs.

Originally, relying on the heavy armor, the shells of the cannon could not cause substantial damage even if they did not ricochet. But after the armor was thinned, the pig iron plate, which was not formal armor, became the biggest killer.

After the relatively brittle pig iron was bombarded, it instantly shattered into thumb-sized fragments, which were sputtered into the cabin with the impact of the bombardment. The orc warriors, who were packed like sardine cans in the cabin, became the biggest victims.

Under this kind of fragmentation attack beyond the limit of their physique, a large number of orcs were harvested like wheat, but more of them suffered serious injuries that could not continue fighting.

If it was on a land battlefield, the violent and brave orcs would often choose an enemy to die together, but here was the sea, and besides their own people, those stray bullets within a radius of more than ten meters left bowl-sized bullet marks in the cabin.

Sitting on Dai Lin's ship, listening to the information collected by various mages.

Duke's face was still watery.

"One good news and one bad news."

Admiral Dai Lin curled his lips: "A man at sea always starts with bad news."

"Well, the bad news is that you have to decide how to allocate the fleet now. If you let more than 8,000 transport ships land on the coast of Nanliu, Terenas and Jean will immediately come to fight with you."

"What about the good news?"

"According to this rhythm, we have a chance to let more than half of the orcs sink to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish."

Dai Lin blew his whistle: "I will let the Second Fleet and the Storm Fleet stay in South Sea Town for you to dispatch. Regardless of passing through the strait, I will take the rest to the Nanliu Coast?"

Duke pondered for a while. Dai Lin was still worried about the Bloodsail Pirates, so that was the only way to go.

"You promise me."

"Don't worry, I will treat them fairly, even if they are forced to kill my Third Fleet."

Duke stared at Daelin for a moment, then finally nodded.

On the battlefield, fighter planes are fleeting.

There is no hesitation.

The situation here is also reflected in the headquarters of Nanhai Town. Lothar gritted his teeth and looked at Ryan: "General Ryan, can I hand over the best defense line of Nanhai Town to you?"

Ryan looked at this childhood friend, and Lothar's struggle in the past year is still vivid in his memory. Ryan patted Lothar on the shoulder: "I'm not a kid on the battlefield for the first time. If such a good defense can be penetrated, I'll die."

"No, I don't want you to die, I..."

Ryan punched Lothar in the chest lightly: "Go, Coach Lothar, the league needs you."

Without any more hesitation, Lothar greeted Turalyon: "Let's go, destination, Nanliu Coast."

With almost all the cavalry, Lothar must reach Shadowfang Castle before the Horde lands.

The most brutal beach landing battle is about to start.