Realm of Power

"I think I found them!" The fat man turned around happily. Hu Erzhi next to him looked astonished. Following the direction of the fat man's finger, the astonishment on his face immediately turned into indescribable joy, and his voice was loud with surprise. Shouting “It’s them! It must be them! "Hu Lanya waved to the elder behind her and said hastily, "Let the Xuelonglan pick them up immediately. They are the biggest contributors to this battle! "

"Pa! Pa!" There were several crisp sounds. A Samor warship in the distance was hit by several scattered small stone bullets because it could not dodge. Two of its three masts were immediately broken, and the broken masts were smashed with a roaring sound. On the deck of the ship, the whole ship shook violently. Completely paralyzed in the left rear direction of the raging sea,

"Turn right sixteen degrees, hit it! Hit it!" Dylan Stacey shouted on board the Furious Wave, his face flushed with excitement. It looked extremely weird on his dark skin. It was obvious that just a slight swing of the roaring waves could completely smash the much smaller centipede boat into pieces.

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"What's going on?" Captain Samor Tyrell felt sore all over his body. His right arm was scratched by splinters of wood, and his clothes were dyed red with blood. He stood up unsteadily, and the deck was in a mess. ,

More than a dozen sailors fell bloody and bloody on the deck, and several huge stone bullets smashed into the lower cabin from the upper deck, next to the heavy Thor in the gun cabin. Several gunners were lying there dripping with blood, and the blood mixed with sea water washed the deck.

The thick mast that suddenly fell just now split his command podium in half and threw him out of the helm. In the blurred vision, the stern of the huge raging ship was squeezing in like a hill.

"Damn it! You want to hit me to death!" Tyrell was angry. A cool breeze with the smell of sea made his groggy mind clear. The waves squeezed by the Furious Wave hit him, and it was biting cold. The sea water made him shiver, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the gunpowder piled next to the Thunder God.

"You want to hit me to death! If you want to kill us all, we will die together!" The blood blurred his vision, but it did not slow down his will. He saw the gunner's body lying on the Thor, but the torch in his hand was still squeaking and burning. He jumped into the gun cabin through the big hole with unusual agility. Looking at the stern of the Furious Wave, which was getting bigger and bigger, he picked up the torch from the gunner's body without hesitation and threw it to the gunpowder pile next to it.

With a loud "boom" that shook the sea, the tail of the huge Fury hit the Samor warship. In the huge fire, the Samor warship was severed from the middle, and the only remaining mast flew into the air. The entire deck and hull seemed to have been struck by a giant hammer, turning into flying fragments. The waves of the sea quickly submerged its wreckage, and the violent explosion also cracked the tail of the Fury to create a large hole. Sea water rushed in, and the speed of the huge Fury quickly weakened.

"Damn it!" The fat man looked at the sunken Tyrell and hammered the side of the ship with an angry hand. Tears blurred his eyes. The Samor sailors on the Tirel were all fishermen from the coast. But in a tragic way, they proved that they were worthy of the aura of Samor's glory.

"Order the warship to move closer. I want to capture the Furious Wave!" Seeing the already paralyzed Furious Wave, Hu Lanya gave the order for a general attack. Several Hulin tribe's main warships, which were one head taller than the Poseidon class, raised their full sails and surrounded them like prey.

"Pa!" Another severely injured Poseidon-class warship was hit hard from the side by the Hulin battleship that was catching up from behind. The huge impact force made the Poseidon's waiting heavy infantry step forward. palm. The boarding board was lowered despite the flying arrows, and countless hooks were thrown from the air to the edge of the deck. Countless shirtless Minglin warriors holding round shields and scimitars were thrown from the boarding board, hooks, and masts. jumped onto the fender of the Poseidon-class warship,

The main warships of the Hulin tribe are thick and spacious, and can carry up to Na people, while the Poseidon-class warships are fully manned by Tian people. After a bloody battle, only a few people can still fight against them. The two are not on the same level at all.

"Line up! You are the sons of glory!" Poseidon Captain Dylans Aite shouted with a pale face, "killing" dozens of heavy infantrymen, pulled out the spear inserted on the deck of the ship, and let out a fierce cry. roar, strangled together with the Hulin people falling like raindrops

The spear was pierced into the Hulin man's body and had not yet been pulled out. The Hurin warriors who came up from behind were already slashing with their scimitars. The smell of blood mixed with the sea water, and the heavy infantry of France were like stubborn rocks in the sea. Facing the surging Hurin crowd, they used their bodies and blood to fulfill the oath they made when they boarded the ship. They were not cowardly land Dylans, they were sea warriors, the overlords of the sea, and the glorious sons of this sea.

The initial battle on the ship's side is always the most intense. There is no room for retreat for both sides. Spears and scimitars are squeezing each other, people are crowded, and the corpses have no place to fall. They can only be pushed into the rough sea at their feet by their successors. , densely packed Hu Lin people swarmed up from all sides of the ship's side. Surrounding the several escorting Poseidon warships, there were more or less one or two Hu Lin clan capital ships. The shouts of fighting resounded across the sea, like several giant beasts wrestling with each other.

The sharp scimitar specially made by the Hulin tribe cut through the heavy armor of the heavy infantry on board Dillens, and their flexible skills made it impossible for the clumsy heavy infantry of Dillens to keep up. The corpses fell one by one, and the remaining Dylans sailors rushed up from the deck, using the tools and harpoons in their hands to resist.

In the past, the Dillens relied more on powerful trebuchets and flexible frigates to kill Hulin warships, and rarely fought close combat with Hulin warriors. The Hulin were the kings of sea combat. Even in the storm where the ship was violently swaying, the Hulin warriors could still walk as fast as flying. Now the whole situation was reversed. The Moran soldiers who were good at fighting in formation were no match for them.

"Fearless Mirens!

Regardless of storm or frost, the sea is calling me

Our journey is the stars and the sea! We are the glorious sons of Poseidon.”

Rushing towards the enemy like an arrow on the thick deck

That's why we always run into enemy lines

We are the glorious sons of Poseidon

If one day

We have been abandoned by Poseidon. If we are haunted by bad luck.

If, we can't go back to our hometown again, if

At least we still have our beloved warship to accompany us to sleep! "

Dylan Sitte, the captain of the Poseidon battleship, was sitting against the main mast of the ship. He stared blankly at the sky, muttering the oath he made when he boarded the ship as a boy. The bodies of Dylans soldiers were lying all around. Blood was pouring out of his arms and shoulders. His arms were hanging down weakly, and the biting sea breeze made him feel sad. he looks pale

The long sword in his hand had been broken, and his body was covered with cuts. The severe pain just now made him faint, and the blood of the corpses around him was stained red. The Hulin soldiers thought he was just a dead man,

"There is still a living person here!" A group of Hulin soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield discovered him. They ignored the muttering voice of the heroic captain, and the bloody arc of the sword slashed across his throat.

"The Röntgen has fallen! The Staia has fallen. Dylans Fleet Commander Dylan Stasse stood on his command platform, his fingers holding the fleet command knife in his hand pale. The first mate's report was in his ears, and the surrounding guards Poseidon The sounds of fighting became less and less, and the unique victory cheers of the Hulin people came to my ears.

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