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Chapter 139 Head Explosion Warning
"Goss is right, if Morning Glory wins big, there shouldn't be sails and masts down on the sand."

"Look at the landing points of those sails and masts, as if they were sunk by some huge object."

"Could it be a trebuchet?" The faces of the orcs changed slightly. Arranging trebuchets on both sides of the river bank is an extremely insidious move. As long as a few huge stones fall on the ship, the mast of the sail may be broken, and the deck may also be hit. sinking possibility.

Also at this time, a fire suddenly appeared in the forest on the right.

boom!
The huge gunfire shook the forest, and the birds flew out of the forest. Although they were frightened, they were not frightened.

On the contrary, the performance of the lion soldiers was much worse. They saw a beam of extremely fast shadows hit the side of the ship hard, and then the ship shook, and the whole ship tipped to the left. Huge river waves surged onto the deck, which made the lion soldiers feel The dizzying jolt.

"what happened?"

"What happened, what kind of attack was that?"

The orcs panicked and didn't know what happened. They only felt that the whole ship was shaking, and the lion soldiers who were close to the edge of the deck were even thrown out.

They sank into the canal wearing heavy armor, choked on the water, and couldn't swim up, so they fell to the bottom of the river without knowing what to do.

Since there were only three cannons, the fourth sailboat was lucky not to be hit, but the 240 muzzles in the forest did not let them go.

Bang bang bang!

A volley of musket fire rang out, and the lion soldiers of the fourth sailboat suddenly had their heads exploded, and they fell straight backwards.

Due to the tight standing, the fallen lion soldiers lay on top of their companions, who were also headshot, and also fell on the companions behind them, resulting in a one-sided situation like cutting rice.

The lion soldiers on the first three ships were still nervous about the swaying sailboat, but when they saw the blood splashed all over the deck of the fourth largest ship, a wave of silent fear filled their hearts.

"Everyone on the fourth ship is dead!"

"They are all dead!"

The sound spread more and more, and the lion soldiers on the three ships trembled. They were so confused that they didn't know what to do, and they didn't know which ship of death would be next.

"Surrender without killing!"

In the forest, the voices of the cat-eared orcs came out. They held strange steel muskets, and used a strange long rod to compact the bullets and gunpowder with their right hands, and then aimed the barrel at them.

However, the flintlock hadn't fired yet, and the artillery fired three more shots without thinking.

Rumbling, huge shells shot at the big hole in the hull, causing secondary wounds, and the thunderous sound made all lions look pale.

The shells penetrated the entire hull of the ship, the river water squeezed into the bottom of the ship like crazy, and the three warships sank slowly.

The musketeers on the bank froze for a moment and looked at each other.

"Sir Ivan, what should we do now?" The musketeers raised their muskets and didn't know what to do. It was the artillerymen who fired just now, not them.

They knew that the artillery was powerful, but they sank all three ships within half a minute, so what did they do.

You must know that all the lion soldiers sank into the river. No matter how powerful the musket is, it cannot directly shoot through the river and hit the lion soldiers.

Besides, the canal is full of flowing sand, the river surface is yellow and clear, it is difficult to aim, and it is still unknown whether it can be shot.

"Set up the formation, prepare for the multi-stage shooting formation! Listen to my password and shoot!"

Ivan only shut down for three seconds, and quickly proposed a countermeasure.

Their formation was at first a straight line, stretching out the longest front, making sure to keep all two or three ships within shooting range.

Now the fourth ship has been concentrated firepower to wipe out the lion soldiers on the deck, and the orcs in the cabin dare not come out for a short time, so the musketeers can be replaced by a multi-stage shooting musket phalanx to create momentum.

Squat down after shooting in the first line, squat down after shooting in the second line, and do the same in the third line, continuing the gunshots and killing, so that the enemy is always in the fear of death.

Of course, such a phalanx requires a skilled commander to command, otherwise shooting randomly will hit friendly troops.

The phalanx is useless in actual combat, it is purely a cosmetic project, but what they want is momentum, a momentum that threatens the enemy to surrender.

The musketeers lined up quickly assembled into teams, each with six rows and ten people in each row. Within five seconds, the four phalanxes were assembled on the shore.

When the big ship sank and the lion soldiers swam to the bank from the river, the loud warnings of the cat-eared orcs also flew into their ears.

"Squat down with your head in your hands, or you will be executed directly!"

The stern voice made the lions stunned for a moment, but they didn't react.

"I'll give you three seconds, three, two, one!"

boom!
The lion man opened his eyes wide with luck, and saw the musket protruding from the long barrel in the hand of the cat-eared orc. The heads of forty companions exploded directly in front of his eyes, and blood splashed all over their faces.

The cat-eared orcs squatted down without hesitation, revealing the second row of orcs and the cold barrels in their hands.

Bang, bang, another volley of muskets, some lion soldiers wearing helmets still couldn't withstand the fate of their heads exploding, their helmets exploded directly, and their headless corpses fell straight to the ground.

At this time, all the lion soldiers remembered the warning of the cat-eared orcs.

Hold your head and squat down!
Every shot of the cat-eared orcs will bring a headshot warning, and every time they squat down, a new barrel will be exposed, so that everyone can't afford any thought of resistance.

The lions trembled, gritted their teeth, and squatted down.

Then they saw the cat-eared orcs in the second row squat down again after shooting, revealing the cat-eared orcs in the third row. They held up small iron long pipes, and the flames flashed, and once again took away the heads of forty companions. head.

The squatting orc shivered, hearing the sharp sound of bullets whistling past his ears, he couldn't help feeling cold all over his body.

What kind of weapon is this? It's so terrifying!
Goss was the first orc to crouch, along with Fox, his uncle.

He opened his eyes wide, and saw a very fast black shadow emerging from each of the strange muskets. The black shadow was so fast that it would not be too fast to disappear, but his body reaction speed could not keep up at all, so he could only watch the bullets fly by stupidly. .

In other words, the attack method of this weapon completely surpassed the physical reaction speed of the Templars!

But Goss is different from his uncle. He has mixed feelings in his heart, remembering Ivan explaining to him that day that the long-barreled weapon on his body is a long-range weapon, and the lanyard is the so-called "bowstring".

He doesn't know if the lanyard is a bowstring, but the saying of long-range weapons is true. A whole row of musketeers shot their heads with guns, and even the plate helmets can't withstand such an attack. What kind of helmets are there in this world? Can stop their muskets?
Maybe using an oversized and thickened steel shield can block their attacks, but what about those terrifying weapons that sink sailboats? Goss is desperate. He finds that Tomorrow Town is far more terrifying than he imagined, and its military strength completely surpasses that of Saltpeter Town. .

"Surrender and don't kill, hug your head and squat down!"

Bang bang bang, the muskets were still firing, killing those orcs who hesitated to squat.

By the fifth round of salvo, all the lion soldiers squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, their ears trembling violently, their faces were almost buried in the sand, and their tails shook into an "S" shape.

(End of this chapter)