Chapter 194 Crazy Bullet Rain!
"Kill!" A dozen of the dead men of the Zheng family, who were biting knives, carrying fire, and carrying cables in one hand, were lucky to dodge the rain of bullets, and those thrown swords jumped from the air. The sound of short fire bullets and the intersection of the blades sounded. They crashed into the crowd. In an instant, the original shooting queue was originally neat. There had to be a mess.
The dense gunfire and the thick white smoke from the musket made the two sides of the battle as if they were shrouded in the fog. Liang Pengfei felt that his breathing seemed to be hot and painful by the smoke that was still emitting heat.
When he saw the turbulence of the Musketeers, he couldn't help but jump, and the dense and cold rain of bullets harvesting life began to have loopholes. This is definitely not wonderful news.
" Monk, kill them!" Liang Pengfei shot one of them, who was about to carry a knife and stabbed a wounded soldier of the Liang family, and broke his head, and roared at the people around him. At this time, the melee on the deck became a regiment. Liang Pengfei wanted to solve the problem in the shortest time, so he could only use his own troops.
"Shus, big madman, be optimistic about the young master, let's go!" Monk Chen, who was carrying a huge shield in his hand to cover Liang Pengfei, handed over the shield to another soldier. The tiger roared, and the wide-backed sword roared out of the scabbard. Next to him, Li Xiaoshuang, who had already been stimulated by the blood and knife light of the battlefield, stepped straight on the railing of the tail building and flew directly into the air. Jumping down, in the middle of the air, the simple knife he used well has stirred up the dazzling knife pulp. Behind him were several soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles, and the swords in their hands also drew a brilliant stream in mid-air.
A dead man of the Zheng family suddenly turned his face. The sword in his hand couldn't help but stagnate. His pupils shrank, and his body tried to tighten. The sword that was going to stab people had stopped at the top of his head, trying to stop this deadly blow.
How can the sword in his hand be defeated by the simple knife in Li Xiao's hands? The sword of the Zheng family's dead man made a sad sound and collapsed back. The back of the knife was cut back on his forehead bone more quickly than the momentum, and the back of the knife was directly embedded in his forehead bone. His eyes stagnant in an instant. His hand loosened the handle of the knife, unconsciously scratched forward a few times, and fell straight on the deck.
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Monk Chen just walked forward step by step. Every pirate of the Zheng family who dared to stop him in front of him could only desperately watch his body with more sad knives spewing out blood.
The joining of those personal soldiers on Liang Pengfei's body instantly changed the seemingly chaotic battle situation on the deck. After one shot of this fire, the rest can only rely on the cold weapon to fight on the battlefield. Personal bravery cannot be ignored. Seven or eight fiercely powerful new forces are very eye-catching. It can improve morale and restore the calm of those Liang musketeers.
The slightly chaotic mus gun team once again restored a neat shooting line. With their bullets like hell death talisman, they were intertwined into dense and desperate fire nets, hitting those crazy Zheng's soldiers. The terrible gunshot wounds one by one made those crazy soldiers cover themselves in despair. The surging blood eyes fell down.
Their eyes and mouths were wide open, and blood kept pouring out of their mouths and wounds. More Zheng's soldiers were suppressed on the ship to death. Watching those companions fall one by one, their anger seemed to have nowhere to vent, and some nerves were extremely nervous. The scholar roared and wanted to rush over. The only thing that greeted them was the shuttle bullet, hitting the whole body, and there were holes with red blood like springs.
The soldiers of the Zheng family have been pirates for a long time, which makes them used to a short fire gun and a war knife in one hand, and the short fire gun after a shot at this distance, its remaining role is not even as good as an ordinary wooden shield.
They were annoyed that they didn't prepare more bullets and gunpowder like their opponents on the opposite side. This resentment made them work hard to lower their bodies and viciously curse the Liang family musketeers who shot coldly on the opposite side.
In some dead corners where the musketeers of the Liang family were unable to aim and shoot, the soldiers on both sides were roaring, waving the swords in their hands and fighting hard. The blood spring loomed in the light of the knife, and the body full of wounds or lost hands and feet was a wail.
Some blood stains have dried into dark brown under the burning of the scorching sun and the burning of the gunpowder, and then fresh blood is poured on it. The blood is like a blooming death rose.
The gunfire of both sides is still shooting crazily, and the wood chips on the side of the ship are flying. From time to time, another unlucky person becomes a sacrifice under a shell.
Zheng Lianshou's purple-red face is so green that he is afraid of people at this moment. Looking at his brave men fighting desperately, he is like a moth hitting the other party's warship. Those damned and despicable guys actually despised the port defense of the pirates' most commonly used musket and a long knife. Instead, he used tactics that he had never seen before, neatly listing the horizontal lines, and using that row of platoons, which seemed to never stop, hit deep and terrible blood holes on his hands.
"General, behind, Jinlan Bay!" Zheng Lianshou had just bladed through the side of the ship and killed his opponent in front of him. There was another hot knife on his body. He was about to pounce on an opponent's mouth, but he was blocked by a general who injured his left eye and pointed to the back direction and roared.
Zheng Lianshou, who was so red-eyed and heartbeat, suddenly did not react. When the general repeated it again, Zheng Lianshou looked back, and the original excitement and surging murderous intent froze in an instant. In the direction of Jinlan Bay, there was already a sudden gunpowder smoke, and the rolling gunpowder smoke was as dark as a nightmare with teeth and claws in the sky. , which made Zheng Lianshou's face lose its color. The original ** surging battle** was like a heavy hammer to smash it down and shrink back to the asshole.
And when he saw the figure of the tall and heinous giant warship exposed from the shadow of the coastline, the remaining trace of madness and ruthlessness turned into despair.
Those giant warships were oppressed with an indomitable momentum. The huge hull was like the largest creature in the sea. The barrel stretched out of the two dense gun windows was like a ferocious bone spur from the ancient fierce beast.
The huge waves in the sky are on their fboards, like the foaming waves, which don't seem to shake them at all. And the high Liang family flag immediately provoked the crazy excited roar of the Liang family soldiers who were fighting to the death.
The knife in the hand seems to be sharper, the strength on the feet seems to be more sufficient, and the musket in the hand seems to become more handy when aiming.
"Withdraw! Go back to Jinlan Bay!" Zheng Lianshou is indeed a confidant general who was born and died with Zheng Lianchang for a long time. The reason that was overwhelmed by hatred and anger finally returned to his head. He did not even hesitate and immediately gave the order.
After hearing the order to withdraw troops, those Zheng's soldiers, who were crowded and denser and denser, had to begin to evacuate in a hurry and used all means to soar towards their own warships. However, there were also many Zheng's soldiers who had no chance to escape at all and fell into the old Liang family. Down.
Liang Pengfei took a deep breath, and finally a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Dad's attack time was really just right. Liang Pengfei roared loudly, asking those men to pay attention to maintaining their reason and not being too impulsive. At this time, it was the counterattack of the Zheng pirates when they were desperate.
However, the warships on both sides finally distanced themselves. In Zheng Lianshou's hoar, except for the five warships that were still entangled with the Liang pirates, which were left behind and broken, the other ships sailed towards Jinlan Bay one after another.
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And at this time, those giants had straightened the hull and slowly and firmly blocked the north coast of Jinlan Bay.
"Ring over, rush over at all costs." Using the gecko's tail to survive, he entangled Liang Pengfei's warship. Zheng Lianshou, who got a glimmer of vitality, was very clear that as long as he rushed into Jinlan Bay, he might have a glimmer of life. Otherwise, the crime of throwing away Jinlan Bay and letting the food and resources of Nan Ruan's army be destroyed by others was enough to make him commit suicide.
However, how could the official Liang easily let go of this opportunity? With the swing of the strong arms of the official Liang, the dense 18-pound artillery of those huge giant warships spewed out a tube of blazing white, mixed with strong smoke, and the huge projectiles broke free from the attraction of the center of the earth. The force rubbed against the air with a strange scream and bombarded the captain of the Zheng family, who was about to break through the line of defense.
The power of 18-pound artillery is by no means comparable to that of eight-pound and 12-pound artillery. A shell of eight-pound or 12-pound artillery can make a gap on the Zheng family's warship at most, and the impact and destructive power of the 18-pounder can even penetrate the Zheng family's fast ship.
The extreme shelling, dense rain like raindrops, was madly dumped on the way back from the Zheng family's warship, and even a column of water like a giant whale spewed up on the surface of the sea.
Some sprinting Zheng warships were even hit by the barbaric impact of the 18-pound shells. The roaring shells are not only tearing the warship and those fragile human bodies, but also tearing Zheng Lianshou's desperate heart.
(to be continued)