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Chapter 136 Horrible Shelling
"Quick, quick, move, ready to land!"

"What's going on, haven't you reached the intersection of the river?"

"Didn't you see ten suspicious orcs standing there, ready to disembark?"

The soldiers of the ten ships all moved, raised their big swords, their muscles tensed up, and their eyes were fixed on the shadows of the forest to see if there was anyone lying in ambush inside.

The helmsman turns the wheel to bring the boat closer to the shore.

At this time, a burst of fire suddenly appeared on the shore in the distance.

Some orcs saw a suspicious orc pulling a certain rope, and then the black object was thrown away like lightning.

They raised their heads stupidly, watching the 29-jin steel cannonball crossing a beautiful parabola with high speed and high kinetic energy, falling from the sky, and hitting the first wooden sailing ship with a sound.

Boom!

The deck was penetrated by huge shells, smashing into the second and third cabins.

Boom, another loud noise exploded on the first ship. The orcs who had been fighting high were stunned and stuck in place like a log.

They saw the wood in the captain's cabin burst, and sawdust flying outwards, the plate armor of the Templars from the royal city cracked, pieces of flesh flew, and the floor and walls of the captain's cabin were stained red by blood spatter.

The third loud noise followed, exploding in the crowd of beasts.

There stood more than a dozen tightly packed knights in plate armor protecting Viscount Morning Glory.

The viscount is also an awakened person with extraordinary combat power. In fact, he doesn't need other people to protect him, but having a large number of people can make him feel at ease.

Unexpectedly, Alan saw that there were many people there, and they were still orcs in plate armor, so he just gave it a shot.

Then more than a dozen plate armor knights were bombarded by huge shells. The shells pierced through the first man unabated, piercing a straight line, and blood burst from it.

"Lord Viscount, are you all right?"

The orcs were startled. As a member of the temple, Viscount Morning Glory has a noble fiefdom, and his status is a bit higher than theirs, so he must protect it.

The orcs rushed into the pile of flesh and blood, and saw the knight in plate armor with patterns of morning glory branded on the surface lying in a pool of blood, his right arm was gone, but fortunately his body was intact.

"Cough cough, help me up quickly, don't stay here." Viscount Morning Glory lifted his helmet, spurting blood from his mouth, covering his right shoulder with his left hand, the wound was bleeding profusely.

The soldier immediately tore off the white cloak, wrapped the Viscount's severed arm wound with a cloth, and barely stopped the bleeding.

The whole process lasted for more than ten seconds. The panic caused all the orcs to lose their minds, and the orcs ran directly into the inner cabin.

boom!
When a shell hit, the soldiers on the first ship felt the whole ship vibrate, and then there was a rumbling sound from below, and the sound of water flowing in.

The bottom of the boat was pierced!

Terrible, what is this kind of attack, the lion soldier scratched his hair frantically, unable to understand such a thing.

Two more shells fell into the fleet behind, killing a large number of orcs.

Seeing this death blow, the helmsman desperately accelerated his speed and approached the river bank.

"Forced landing, forcible landing, forget about the ship!"

The captain's face turned red and he roared loudly. The lion's tail behind him trembled like seaweed and kept shaking.

The anchor hit the water surface, splashing layers of water, the iron anchor stuck into the sandy bottom, and the iron chain was tightened, stopping the boat on the shore.

At this time, three more shells hit three ships. Dozens of soldiers on the deck were killed by steel shells, and some hulls were smashed through and water continued to enter.

The surviving soldiers watched their companions being smashed to death, the fear of death filled their hearts, their eyes showed fear, their pupils dilated, and they screamed involuntarily.

Afterwards, iron balls fell from the sky every ten seconds, and all the soldiers who were rubbed by the iron balls, no matter what plate armor they were wearing, all the limbs that were rubbed were gone.

If the chest or the head is rubbed, it is sure to be dead and hopeless.

Rumbling, the Lion Soldiers jumped off the ship amidst the roar of artillery fire, each of them ran quickly with their heads in their arms like stray dogs.

However, as soon as they set foot on the river bank, they saw more than 200 dark steel pipes in the forest.

"What it is?"

"Cat ear, it's a cat tribe orc in Tomorrow Town!"

Those pipes were not as thick as the big steel pipes, and the barrels of the guns were raised by the cat-eared orcs with their hands, and their eyes were fixed on their heads.

The lion soldiers felt a burst of fear for no reason. Those cat-eared orcs stared at their heads with cold eyes, as if they were looking at the dead.

Immediately after that, terrible things happened. Every spear emitted flames and loud gunshots. The orcs who went down the bank only felt the flash of fire, and their thinking immediately stopped. They would never know what would happen in the next second, because their heads had already Explodes and dies on the spot.

As soon as the captain of the fleet jumped off the boat, he saw the heads of two hundred lion men explode in front of his eyes, his body trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously threw himself into the river, swimming backwards.

Boom boom boom.

The shells sank the sails again, and all the sailboats were hit so far, leaking, leaking, dead, all the lion soldiers were confused, thinking that the gods had punished them.

Some lifted their helmets and knelt on the deck or sand, begging helplessly for forgiveness.

"What are you all doing, those are the orcs from Tomorrow Town, don't be afraid, kill them and take their weapons!"

When all the lion soldiers fell into despair, a roar of the lion woke up most of the lion soldiers.

On the bow of the ship, a lion man with golden pupils overflowed stood out, holding a bright long sword high, with a firm face, and a blood-stained cloak behind him, he was an iron-blooded lion man.

The orcs under the boat reflect... Yeah, those are the weapons wielded by the orcs, as long as they are killed, no one will die.

The Templars who were not yet dead rushed out of the warship and approached the forest at an extremely fast pace.

Bang bang bang, another round of gunshots, the templar who rushed to the front widened his eyes, and the steel helmet suddenly exploded, turning into a headless corpse.

Unless it is a national war, three hundred Templars participating in an ordinary war is already a big event, and they are enough to wipe out [-] ordinary soldiers.

However, less than five seconds after the two hundred lion soldiers on the shore charged, they had already turned into cold corpses.

The lion man who just had a rebellious mind stood up, then knelt down on the ground with a plop, feeling powerless all over.

Behind them, sailboats sank into the river, their sails tilted and collapsed, hitting some kneeling lionmen.

Shadows covered the beach, the mast crushed the heavily armored Lions to death, and the huge sails pressed down on the fleeing orcs, blood staining the sails red and white.

The orcs looked back and saw that some of the ten ships had sunk and some were sinking, and the shells of the steel cannonballs also hit the beach, making the orcs feel the fear of punishment from the gods again.

The lion soldier turned and ran, plunged into the river again, trying to swim to the other side to escape.

If they organized a charge on the plain, they could still persist for a few rounds of death shock, but the cannon sank the sailboat, and the Templars who took the lead in the charge were almost wiped out. Before the hand-to-hand combat, more than 700 lion soldiers were killed and three wounded. Among the 400 people, no one dared to risk their lives. They only had one thought in mind, that is to escape, the farther the better.

Under the shadow of death on the battlefield, the remaining lion soldiers of more than 1000 were scattered.

"This is the devil, the power of the devil!"

(End of this chapter)