Chapter 62 Death Slope!
"I'm tired of beating these stupid birds and daring to come to Crab King Island to mess with me." Master Liang personally went to battle naked. After aiming at the target, he lit the lead. The roar of the heavy artillery made the fort tremble. The 18-pound heavy artillery shells roared out of the barrel. With a forward-looking momentum, he easily bombarded the main mast of a fast ship into pieces, and the remaining shells were torn to pieces again. The deck of the Clippers, the howling pirates, and the tragedy of the Clippers made Liang Pengfei even more excited. He never knew what to do with the enemy.
The artillery was roaring, and a tube of white smoke made the whole fort full of poetry like an overseas fairy mountain, and the cannonball that roared out was more like a fierce beast out of the cage, rushing out of the cover of smoke and clouds, roaring and knocking down a weak lamb and tearing them to pieces. Pieces.
Captain Morley desperately found that the other party seemed to be playing with his unlucky pirates. After a ** beating, the direction of the gunfire shifted, and they all fell on the slamboards and fast boats where the pirates stopped on the edge of the beach. Looking at the Clippers and sants that had turned into piles of debris under the destruction of heavy artillery, Falling on the beach, the hearts of the pirates wrapped in mud were dripping blood. These oriental pirates were too shameless to break their way back.
However, their actions have finally aroused the blood of these Western pirates who have been immersed in their bones.
Captain Morley stood up, touched the mud on his face, pulled off the seaweed hanging on his head, and waved the sword in his hand, just like a desperate beast that made a group of hounds have no way out. Brothers, the gunfire can't support us. Everything depends on ourselves. Their gunfire position is too high. As long as we rush forward, there will definitely be dead feet of gunfire. At that time, the victory will belong to us. The treasures and women on the island belong to us!"
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Captain Morley's mouth was not good, but his words still brought hope to the pirates who beat the gunfire violently. Hundreds of pirates roared and stood up. With the tip of Captain Morley's knife, they stumbled across the beach and charged towards the ramp leading to victory.
Sure enough, with the encouragement of Captain Morley, when the pirates rushed halfway to the slope of the pier to the island, the artillery on the fort simply stopped shooting completely, which further inspired the morale of Captain Morley and others. However, the dense platoon of guns knocked off half of their joy. .
"Kill, hand-to-hand combat, we are pirates, in addition to muskets, we also have swords." The shouting of a pirate leader was like a Western bard. The pirates opened fire forward with short guns in their hands, bowed down as much as possible, carried a sword, and rushed to the end of the slope. As long as they could be close to each other, they were confident to defeat any enemy.
"What are those?" A pirate rushing in front of him struggled to rush to a distance of less than 50 meters from the sloping chest wall, and suddenly saw more than 30 round and dark balls flying out behind the chest wall.
When they rotated in the air, the pirate could even see the lead that had been ignited in the back. The pirate's pupil suddenly contracted like a needle. Before he could even give a warning, a flower bomb fell three feet in front of him. The last scene he saw was an orange, full of the flame of death.
A cluster of orange-red flames bloomed on the slope, and a loud noise seemed to be singing by thunder and lightning elves in the sky. Screams and howl were dotted in it. The twisted face and scattered limbs appeared faintly in the smoke and shock waves, just like the lava hell depicted in Dante's Divine Comedy.
Later, the pirates who arrived at the beach in the gunfire and jumped into the sea water that flooded their calves to reinforce them couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this scene. They even forgot the stones and log obstacles under their feet, and fell awkwardly and wrapped them in mud.
"Quickly, you idiots, go and support, and you, unload the cannon on the fast ship and blow up the line of defense for me," Captain Morley looked at the heavy casualties of his men, his eyes were so red that he was about to drip blood, and he hit the men around him with the back of the knife desperately, so that they summoned up the courage to continue to move forward.
The panic of the pirates quickly calmed down. A large number of pirates clenched their teeth and unloaded the artillery from the fast ship, but they desperately found that the crazy gunfire on both sides had made the whole dock unable to find a flat ground. Should they carry it on their shoulders and push the artillery of four or five hundred pounds up the slope?
A door of artillery fell into the quagmire, pushing the cannon forward desperately against the raindrop-like gunfire. However, the platoons and flowering bullets that seemed to never stop in front of them were quickly crushing them, draining their courage.
Only one cannon was accurately hit by a heavy cannon shell as soon as it was pushed onto the slope. The cannon body of the cannon could not withstand such a heavy blow. The cannon body collapsed, and immediately turned the living pirates around into a blood lotus blooming outwards. There were broken arms and limbs everywhere, just next to the one close to the slope. On the blue and black cliffs, there were splashes of red blood, just like a master of traditional Chinese painting. After getting drunk, he splashed ink with enthusiasm, leaving a freehand landscape that sang through the ages.
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The pirates behind simply left the cannons that were still trekking in the muddy water and lay on the beach to avoid the gunfire, just like a group of rushing eels making holes in the mud.
But the pirates still didn't give up. During the period of washing and loading the guns of the fort, they rowed crazily and desperately attacked the beach. Countless pirates' eyes were red, as if the loser gamblers were making a final fight. Their actions aroused the courage of the striker and stood up from the beach again. He got up, waved the musket and sword in his hand, and launched an almost suicidal charge towards the slope.
Although the artillery was temporarily stopped, the musket was not. The dense platoon was like a sharp sickle, which was held in the hand by a skilled old farmer, humming the farmer's tune, and easily harvesting the full rice ears one after another. The corpse was like a bundle of fallen dry firewood, spreading the whole slope. The solid mud surface of the slope has soaked the thick plasma as slippery as water-wrapped tiles.
The black flowering shells flying out from behind the chest wall will always cause countless desperate screams and hasty avoidance.
Although they will not cause straight-line killing like bullets sprayed by artillery, they can cause more frightening killing in the crowd by relying on the shock waves and shrapnel generated by the fire yao explosion.
Those bullet pits that exploded by flowering bombs are like small bathtubs. The basins are not bath soup with fragrant flowers and scattered with petals, but thick, rippling strange dark red bloody plasma. Some pirates even stand up again after accidentally falling in. Because of the rush, they no longer grasp. The sword is a ferocious limbs that let the blood erode and make the soul tremble.
Just as a large number of fast boats were crowded to reinforce the beach, after the artillery of the fort was loaded, it roared again. It seemed that the pirates dared to appear arrogantly within their attack range and were particularly angry. The heavy shells were like meteorites falling from the sky, with With the high temperature and blazing flames, they hit one bottomless huge hole after another on those decks. The splashing flame ignited all the things that could be ignited, and the fire elves wildly devoured everything on the fast ship...
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PS: The second update has finally arrived. Let's take a look first. It's really a little tiring to write about the war scene. I'm spitting blood. Dear gods, for the sake of such hard work, at least I lost the tickets or something.
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