Born short-lived

Da Lingren's cannon seemed to have eyes. The [-]-mile long-range cannon that Hua Xu was proud of was bombarded by them before he got close. Six shots in a row only hit two.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, covering it like a piece of broken cotton wool.

Through the white crystal eyes of the gray gull, Zhou Zirong looked down on the fleet of the Da Lingren from a high altitude. It seemed that their artillery was equipped with something that looked like a distance dial—this thing was Huaxu's copper. There is also one on the cannon, the water is all made of copper, with extremely fine scales on it, but they use a semicircle, but Daling's is like several pieces put together, just like an iron Cuju .

The Gray Gull streaked across the sky, not far away was the main ship of the Great Lingren.

But at this moment, the image on the white crystal lens in front of Zhou Zirong's left eye suddenly disappeared, and only the back of the head of the messenger in front was seen.

Seeing him suddenly stunned for a moment, Yinfeng asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zirong took off the lens, put it in the cloth bag on his waist, and said, "Let them take it down."

Yin Feng's face darkened, and he spat angrily: "This group of thieves."

After cursing this sentence, he was still sullen, paused, and asked again: "How many are left?"

"There's still..." Before Zhou Zirong finished speaking, he suddenly felt his forehead cool down, and he raised his hand to wipe it, and it was a drop of water.

What followed was that more and more intensive raindrops hit the deck, crackling like pouring beans, soaking the wooden deck in groups.

Now there is not one left.

Zhou Zirong was not annoyed, he just sighed, and then asked the messenger in front, "How many miles are left?"

The messenger replied, "It's less than twenty miles away!"

The cold wind and rain on the sea made the waves roll bigger and bigger. The cold rain was blown by the wind and splashed on the faces of the people, and then leaked into the clothes along the neckline. Soon, most of the clothes inside the armor of the people were wet.

The rain dripped down from the cold armor surface, Zhou Zirong was silent for a while, the rain flowed into his eyes from his eyelashes, he blinked twice, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice: "Command the ships, Prepare the trebuchet."

He understood that what Daling was waiting for was this rain.

The messenger sent a few semaphores to the surrounding ships. The soldiers on the deck were already busy setting up the folded catapults. Nongyue didn't understand what he meant. How could anyone use a catapult at sea? .

Yinfeng fought with Dongsheng in the northern border war, and knew the cruel things of the Daling people, so he understood it at a glance.

"Scatter the ships!"

The main ship they were on retreated for a while to make room for the vanguard ship, and widened the distance between the sides of the ship as much as possible.

At this moment, everyone's nerves were visibly tense. Even though Nongyue was still confused, she couldn't help becoming nervous when she saw the surrounding atmosphere.

Four large black tin boxes were placed on the deck of each naval vessel. Soldiers took out the neatly stacked clay pots one by one, set them up on the catapult with the mouth of the pot facing up, and carefully removed the sealed jars. The cork was pulled out, and there was a shiny black oil inside.

"What do you mean?" She lowered her voice and asked Yin Feng beside her.

Yinfeng's face was very ugly, as if he remembered some extremely disgusting scene, he felt a little nauseous for a moment, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he explained concisely: "Spirit ghost."

Zhou Zirong's hand secretly grasped the handle of the knife.

Almost instantly, he caught a glimpse of a ball of bubbles popping up on the surface of the sea not far away, and shouted anxiously, "Cast!"

The bearings of the catapult creaked and screamed strangely, and the sea ships in the front row threw dozens of open clay pots one after another, shooting them out like cannonballs, until the speed of falling into the water gradually slowed down, and the black oil in the clay pots gurgled. It came out with a thud, and floated on the sea in pieces.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of fire arrows burning with black oil shot out towards the sky, and then turned from the air and landed on the dark oil surface-a touch of a dragonfly like a touch of water instantly ignited a big fire.

As soon as the fire ignited, there were bursts of shrill screams immediately from the "sea of ​​fire" in the distance.

The fire from the black oil will not be easily extinguished by the rain, but the problem is that the sea is stormy now, and the oil will be broken up by the waves in a short time, and the fire array against the spirit ghost will also collapse.

What's more, even if it was burning like this, the row of naval ships in front left was still in commotion.

It seemed that there were still quite a few fish slipping through the net. Dozens of spirit ghosts crawled up the side of the boat with their teeth and claws clawed at the bottom of the boat.

"Fire arrows!"

It was too close to the boat, so we couldn't use cannons to bombard it. Fortunately, there were not too many spirit ghosts rushing out of the fire formation, and everyone fired random arrows at the water. .

However, for some reason, some of them jumped up from the water, screamed and jumped onto the boat, and tore off the head of a small soldier standing on the side of the boat with one bite, blood gushing out like a fountain. It's all over the place.

The nearby soldiers all shot arrows at the other spirit ghosts rushing to the side of the ship, some of them were bold enough to see the timing, and stabbed them head-on.

The rain on the sea became heavier and heavier, and finally it was like splashing water, pouring spoonfuls on the sea surface, and the strong wind blew up, shaking their ship from side to side.At this time, water had accumulated on the deck, and the soles of the feet were slippery after running for a few steps. The ships attacked by the spirit ghosts were struggling, and the waves ahead were rolling, and the fire array was about to be extinguished.

Yinfeng wiped the water off his face vigorously, held the side of the boat with one hand, and said frantically, "Why is it raining so hard!"

Zhou Zirong couldn't help but feel a little strange—could it be that the weather is sporadic, and it was rare for such a heavy rain to fall in this season in the past. He thought that it would rain for a long time at most, but he didn't want it to rain like a pouring rain of.

"Report——" A small soldier from the stern of the boat rushed over, before wiping the water on his face, spit flew all over his mouth, "General! Beihai Customs is here to report! There is an enemy attack!"

Beihaiguan is [-] miles north of Yanhaiguan, which is the weakest place for Huaxu's troops in the East China Sea.

Zhou Zirong was slightly taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at the soldier, then turned his face and smiled imperceptibly—it turned out that this was what the big ling had in mind.

Yinfeng looked at Zhou Zirong, who was drenched, the rain was so heavy that it looked like people were separated by a water curtain, but he could vaguely see it in the rain curtain. After hearing this news, Zhou Zirong, It seemed that he smiled very strangely.

This is the equivalent of setting fire to the backyard.

Yinfeng couldn't help asking: "What should I do this time?!"

The soldier also waited impatiently: "Please show me the general!"

Zhou Zirong let out a "hmm", nodded and said, "The twenty ships on the left wing are going to help."

The soldiers took the order to go, but Yinfeng was as anxious as a boiling kettle with the lid on, trying to restrain himself and asked: "This...that's it? What if there is a big bully..."

Zhou Zirong said: "Do you know why there are few soldiers in Beihaiguan?"

Yinfeng was stunned.

But Nongyue thought of something and said, "Because there are reefs within a radius of [-] miles outside Beihai Customs, so it's not convenient for boats?"

Zhou Zirong nodded with a smile and said "yes", Beihaiguan is not as prosperous as Yanhaiguan, and there are very few exports, so there are not many people who know this except for the local fishermen and those who guard the East China Sea.

The Da Ling people had been in a stalemate with them for more than half a month, and they couldn't bear it any longer. This time, they were probably trying to restrain their main force in order to break through from the North Customs. The big thieves will not be fooled.

But the most urgent task right now is that more and more spirit ghosts have broken through the fire formation, and even a few of them have already broken through the defense line of the vanguard ship and came to the bottom of the main ship.

Zhou Zirong could vaguely hear the muffled sound of the spirit ghost's claws slapping on the bottom of the boat, and the thumb of his right hand rested on the joint between the handle and the sheath, and the long knife came out of the sheath silently for half an inch, but at this time, for some reason, His thumb froze, and he retracted it, and the blade fell back into the sheath: "Ready to shoot the arrow!"

Yinfeng Nongyue held the bronze crossbow and pointed it at the bubbling sea.

A big wave hit ahead, the fire was completely extinguished, and almost all the vanguard ships were caught in a fight with the spirit ghost.

Soon, dense crackling sounds came from the side walls of the main ship's hull, which made people's scalps tingle.

"Spirit ghost——!" Someone yelled, and a spirit ghost quickly climbed up from the water first.