Chapter 193 Contact! Fight to the death!

Zheng Lianshou chewed betel nut in his mouth. The fishy smell of betel nut stimulated his tight nerves. The speed of the other party's warship gradually slowed down, which made Zheng Lianshou twitch the corners of his eyes and smiled gerily.

However, before his proud smile could last long, he saw a large number of soldiers suddenly surging on the originally slightly empty deck. With the roar of the officers at all levels, he began to form an orderly formation on the deck. The musket is like a deadly sharp thorn that suddenly grows on the deck.

"The dog said, but there are more than a dozen broken boats. No matter how many soldiers there are, can there be more old people?" Zheng Lianshou spit, and the saliva from the betel nut-chewing mouth looked so red, like a pool of blood.

On the deck behind him, there were countless strong men who were shirtless, fleshy, and armed with knives and guns. Their hands were stained with blood and a large number of lives. Even the devil would close their eyes with shame.

More than 50 warships saw that the speed of the other party had slowed down, as if they had been hit with a booster, and the speed of the ship was faster by a few minutes. The bow of the ship was like a sharp axe splitting the huge waves, like a blood-eating giant shark, rushing fiercely to the approaching Liang family warship.

It was getting closer and closer. Zheng Lianshou could even see the clear faces on the other party's warship. He picked up a cold shining sword and licked his dry mouth with his tongue. He couldn't wait to taste the seductive blood and the pleasure of harvesting life.

At this time, he suddenly heard a sound like thunder. He subconsciously lowered his body and used the solid side of the ship to block the artillery fired by the other party. However, he did not hear the familiar roar. However, at this time, at this time, there was a man beside him who had participated in the attack and defense of the shrimp platoon. Finally, the son of the Zheng family, who saved a life, suddenly widened his eyes and looked straight at the strange package flying in mid-air with dull eyes, and roared in despair: "My God, it's that kind of huge cannon!" The voice seemed to be so out of tune and sad.

Hearing his roar, Zheng Lianshou couldn't help but feel awe at ease. He thought of the scene of the thick wall of the shrimp beard bastion that was blown up. However, Zheng Lianshou never believed that they dared to install the giant cannon on the battleship. On the material boat of the Qing Dynasty Marine Division, the caliber of the artillery could not exceed ten. Eight pounds, more than this caliber of artillery, the wild rear seat will even tear the hull of the big boat.

Unfortunately, before Zheng Lianshou fully reacted, the fallen conscienceless shells finally bloomed their terrible power at the moment when the lead was burned out.

Zheng Lianshou felt that an orange-red cloud appeared in front of him, which suddenly enlarged in his sight, and then he felt that his ears had lost his hearing. The roaring wind, the angry shouts and roars of his men had turned into nothingness. Then a timid storm, wilder than the typhoon, swept over his sky. His body seemed to be hit hard by an invisible heavy hammer, and his burly figure couldn't help stepping back a few steps to stand firm.

Zheng Lianshou snorted, and his left abdomen was hot. A piece of iron along the wild shock wave, scratched a light mark on his solid abdomen, and then turned up the white meat, and then the red blood gushed from there.

Zheng Lianshou gritted his teeth, tore a piece of cloth, and wrapped it tightly around his abdomen. At this time, he found that the original neat impact formation had become a little scattered in front of the terrible powerful cannon. In the shell hit just now, only an unlucky warship happened to be hit, and the central part of the warship came out. A terrible deep hole appeared. The towering mast was blown up in mid-air, and then inserted fiercely. Then a terrible gap was deeply inserted into the tortured deck. The warship lost all its speed in an instant and began to rotate on the sea. On the ship, there was almost no one. The living man, as if the gun just now, has made all the soldiers on the whole warship fall into hell.

The desperate expression began to appear on the faces of those originally high-spirited subordinates. The power of this huge cannon that the human warship could not compete with was too powerful to destroy human nerves.

A subordinate beside him, who had already been hit by a conscienceless cannon, now after being bombarded by this kind of artillery again, his fragile nerve completely collapsed, screamed, threw down the weapon in his hand, turned around and wanted to run towards the stern. Before he ran two steps, a touch of blood burst out, and his head flew diagonally into the air. .

"Forward, don't let them have a chance to fire again. Those who retreat will be killed without mercy!" There was a remnant of blood on the snowy sword in Zheng Lianshou's hand hitting the floor along the blade, and his expression was as cold as iron.

Although many of his men were shocked by the sound of the gunfire, it did not mean that they did not know that Zheng Lianshou was killing Yi Jingbai.

They are all pirates for years. They have long put life and death aside. After waking up from the appalling shock, despair has aroused their madness. It seems that only the thick gunpowder smoke hanging in the air and the warship that began to sink can feel the terrible shelling just now.

"Okay, it's worthy of being the most elite red flag gang among the pirates. This round of shelling only makes their team a little messy." Liang Pengfei couldn't help but secretly admire the other party's fighting spirit and morale.

But I admire him. He won't be polite at all. The snowy sword in his hand waved down and shouted: "Let go!!!"

There was another thunder-like sound of cannons. The two cannons at the stern of the big material boat also roared together with the conscienceless cannon. A strong choking white smoke appeared like an extrater in the sky meteor, with a harsh scream, hitting the approaching enemy warship, cracking the bow and breaking it. The canvas broke the mast and smashed the human body.

The shells of the conscienceless cannon were still as light as a seabird hovering in the sky, and then drew a shuddering parabola and fell into the sea. With the trembling air, a column of water rose on the sea like a straight and high flag gun on the sea, even more than some masts.

Although the ejection-type conscienceless cannon failed to cause a trembling destruction to the galloping warships again, the screaming iron fragments still caused a series of cut wounds on the soldiers on the warship passing around the center of the explosion, and some were even shaken by the terrible shock wave. Seven orifices are bleeding.

Then, if the bean-like dense sound suddenly collapsed in the gap between the artillery bombardment, Liang Pengfei half knelt on the side of the ship and put his fingers on the trigger, and the rechot force of the fire hit his solid shoulder, but it could not shake him at all. Just look A little leader with a red belt on the Zheng family's warship, who rushed fiercely on the opposite side, leaned back, and a fishy red blood line flew out backwards.

Countless lead bullets hit the Zheng family's warship like a storm. It can be clearly seen that the wood chips of the hull flew over. From time to time, someone fell to the ground, but soon, the other side also began to fight back. The muskets of both sides spewed white smoke on the sea, just like the mirage released. The fog is as thick as it comes.

Finally, he rushed to Liang Pengfei's fleet. Although the interval between the two shellings was only a short moment, it felt like Zheng Lianshou had experienced a long process from life to death. His ears were full of blood, and the cloth on his abdomen was also soaked with blood.

However, he was not as timid as a monster, and the pain of the wound on his body aroused his wild surname even more. If his own soldiers and generals hadn't stopped him to death, he might have been the first to jump on the broadside bridge, pull the cable with those elites, jump over the side of the ship, fall on the other side's battleship, and fight with the enemy.

The whistle sprayed by the musket, the snowy sword was stirred into a touch of bright red knife in the hot sun, and the blood was splashing. The sound of the impact of the blade was mixed with the roar of the muzzle and the artillery. The lead bullets shuttled crazily between the crowd, passing through the armor of some people from time to time, and easily opened. There are blood troughs, and occasionally they are stopped by the strong iron helmet or armor. The round body is like a drop of water, which changes its shape in an instant... The short fire shells after shooting become a melee weapon in the hands of the soldiers, and the strong iron handle can easily knock on the opponent's head. With a blood hole, Liang Pengfei was tightly surrounded by his own soldiers and could not rush out to kill those opponents who jumped over the ship and came to fight.

But in another way, with the musket in his hand, he coldly and firmly aimed at the cold trigger one by one with a human body flying with a cable in the air. The bullet was like the soul charm from hell, screaming, drawing shadows in the air, ignoring the pair of fear. Their eyes, ignoring the helpless and futile dodge, drilled deep and horrible blood eyes in their chests, lower abdomens and heads, ruthlessly harvesting the fresh life.

Several soldiers played the role of loading ammunition beside him. After each firing, a musket that had been loaded with ammunition was always handed over to Liang Pengfei.

Watching those fresh human bodies suddenly stop in mid-air, and then wailing in despair and let go of their hands, falling towards the crowd below or the sea between the two ships. Even some people will be directly torn to pieces by the still unstoppable gunfire on the way to the two sides.

In the sky, the hot sun stared at the boiling sea of iron and fire indifferently. The mass of gunpowder smoke soared into the air, as if it had turned into clouds, and then was blown away and blown out by the strong wind.

More than 50 warships, like more than 50 extremely hungry tiger sharks, clenched on the back of the strong whale, and the strong sperm whale fought back unwillingly. Their exaggerated and deadly fangs also made the tiger sharks realize that the Yes, it is not a fat sheep, but a sea overlord who may bury his surname at any time.

(to be continued)