Each warship was roaring, with dazzling yellow flames flashing at the muzzle. As the huge solid artillery shells were shot out, it brought out a violent smoke. Accompanied by the deafening roar, the cannon chamber was violently frustrated.

The black arc light crossed hundreds of meters of airspace and blew towards the transport ship. The continuous explosion of shells tore through the air completely overwhelmed the roaring sea breeze.

Pulling the black arc, the iron ball flying in the sky became an absolute messenger of death. The shells were like the god of death that weighed people's lives on a scale, but one side was luck and the other side was death.

Whether it caused a huge splash of water that had passed by, or was directly shot into the soul and killed in the sea, it became a metaphysical thing.

In a sense, being shot to death by a shell is also a blessing, at least you don’t have to endure this endless torment.

The shells flew over his head, and fell and splashed into the sky.

Missed??

Within two seconds of the blasting buzz, a new round of terrifying roars from far to near was about to arrive again.

Have you prayed to your ancestors?

After drinking the blood of unknown origin and turning it into green skin, will the ancestors still bless themselves?

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

If this was the first cross-sea battle, perhaps the orcs were confused and paddled their heads and let the boat rush forward. But with the shadow of the first extremely heavy landing battle, the surviving orcs inevitably paniced.

As a paddle boat, the most feared thing is that the force on both sides is not uniform. The direct consequence is that the ship is spinning like a blind-headed flies on the sea.

Chaos appeared in the orc fleet.

It was not that the Orc commander attempted to organize a fleet of small boats to charge together, but after the last time the Kurtilas fleet suffered a great loss, the careless single columns were no longer the staggered single columns, but the staggered double columns.

Not only that, the crazy General Dailin also changed the ship structure of most of the fleet.

Originally, for the sake of artillery battle between the fleet, the number of artillery on the left and right sides was basically evenly distributed. Now, considering that the most brutal blocking battle was necessary after the artillery battle, Dalin moved almost all the artillery to the starboard side, and the port side was subjected to the ballast to maintain the balance of the ship.

In other words, as long as the alliance fleet cannot get the upper hand and cannot grab the t position, the port side of which is only a few cannons left on the other side will basically kneel as soon as it hits the enemy.

Dai Lin is bold and meticulous. On the one hand, he does not think that the Blood Sail Fleet, which resigns to the Orcs, can have much combat effectiveness, and on the other hand, he is confident in his own command art.

Now he's betting right.

Even ordinary destroyers can have more than 30 cannons on a single side. This kind of firepower is simply crazy.

The spherical solid shell was spinning in the air, like a divine punishment for punishing sins, and it blasted hard at the small orc transport ship that attempted to rely on its agility to make ant tactics.

"boom--"

Due to the rush to work, most of the materials of the new batch of transport ships cut corners. Originally, the orcs' ships were thick and hard, but now because of the lack of materials and excessive pursuit of quantity, there is no hardness.

It is common sense that a seemingly huge transport ship can be bombarded from the deck to the bottom of the ship by a cannon.

The facts were in front of me, and the rough and thin deck was easily blasted into the sky, mixed with broken wood chips and orc flesh and blood, sputtering around like a rainstorm.

There is no need to rely on the explosion of gunpowder, nor any auger power made by rifle. With just the pure and violent kinetic energy, a solid iron ball can send a transport ship that can carry dozens or even hundreds of people into the seabed.

The scourge of cutting corners also spread to giant iron armored transport ships like orcs.

Originally, with the heavy iron armor, the cannon shells hitting on them, even without bounce, could not cause substantial damage. However, after thinning the armor, the pig iron plates that were not formal armor became the biggest killer.

After being bombarded, the more brittle pig iron instantly shattered into a thumb-sized fragment, and it burst into pieces in the cabin with the stamping of shelling. Orc warriors squeezed into the cabin comparable to canned sardines became the biggest victim.

Under this fragmented attack that exceeds the limit of physical fitness, large orcs were harvested like wheat, but more of them suffered serious injuries that could not continue to fight.

If on the land battlefield, the violent orcs often choose an enemy to die together, but this is at sea, besides their own people, there are bullet marks of the size of a bowl in the cabin with stray bullets within a radius of more than ten meters.

Sitting on Dai Lin's ship, listening to the information gathered by various technicians.

Duke's face was still as deep as water.

“One good news and one bad news.”

Admiral Dailin curled his lips: "The men at sea always start to sound from bad news."

"Well, the bad news is that you have to decide now how to allocate the fleet. If more than eight thousand transport ships land on the South River Coast, Terenas and Gene will come and fight you immediately."

“What about good news?”

"At this pace, we have the opportunity to let more than half of the orcs sink to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish."

Dai Lin whistled: "I will let the Second Fleet and the Storm Fleet stay in Nanhai Town for you to dispatch. No matter what you pass through the strait, I will take the rest to the South River Coast across the coast?"

Duke thought about it for a while, and Dai Lin was still worried about his life, so that was all he could do.

"Please promise me."

"Don't worry, I will treat them fairly, even if they kill my third fleet under forced circumstances."

Duke stared at Dalin for a moment and finally nodded.

On the battlefield, the fighter's planes are fleeting.

No hesitation.

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

Ryan looked at this childhood friend. Over the past year, Lossa's struggle was still vivid in his mind. Ryan patted Lossa on the shoulder: "I'm not the first time I'm on the battlefield. If such a good defense can be penetrated, I'm going to die."

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

Ryan punched Losa in front of the chest with no slight and no severity: "Go, Losa General Manager, the league needs you."

Without more time to hesitate, Lothar greeted Turayan: "Let's go, destination, the South River Coast."

With almost all the cavalry, Lothar must arrive at Shadow Tooth Castle before the tribe landed.

The most brutal landing battle to rush to the beach is about to begin.
Chapter completed!