Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 217: Firefight

In this era, the hit rate of fleet bombardment is metaphysics.

Regardless, it was a night battle.

This early breech-loading cannon was crude and had no means of improving the stability of the shells.

Yes, there were no rifling, no sights, and not even a stable base for firing. Every shot fired was affected by the recoil of the next-door gun, which caused the ship to tilt.

There is no recoil mechanism or return mechanism. After firing a shot, the wheels under the barrel move backward to reduce recoil, and the cannon is then pushed back to its original position manually.

No matter how skilled a gunner is, his hit rate is still worrying.

Not to mention the orcs' strange transport ship, which had no sails or decks, but was just a big turtle shell. This gave Daelin a headache.

Hinge bullets that could destroy masts and grapeshot that could kill enemy deck crews were all useless. The only thing they could do was rely on the most primitive cannons to fire large iron balls to see if they could hit the enemy's critical parts and cause fatal damage.

Daelin saw through the telescope that several shells hit the enemy ship, but nothing happened. They were either bounced off by the thick iron sheet above the transport ship or stuck directly on the top of the ship. The orc laborers were still rowing hard, driving the boat very fast.

"Damn it! Forget about the remaining 60%... I won't even be able to keep 10% at this rate."

The artillery fire was fierce and the water column was high, but only a few orc transport ships were sunk.

At this time, Naga took action.

A large number of male Nagas leaped onto the water under heavy fire, brandishing their huge tridents and fiercely slashing at the exposed oars. Often, after a leap, more than ten oars would be cut off with a crackling sound.

The orc laborers responsible for rowing the boat inside did not know what was happening. Often they could see that the boat had already started to spin, but the laborers inside were still rowing hard, causing the broken oars outside to paddle the air.

"Good! Well done!" Admiral Daelin waved his arms excitedly. "Send the signal and have the Third Fleet disperse and approach the enemy to attack."

The high elf mage frowned and said, "Be careful of the opponent's counterattack."

"What are you afraid of? Can a transport ship without a tower and with such low sides really launch a hand-to-hand combat against our ship? Why should I be afraid of a transport ship that doesn't even have a ram?" Daelin waved his hand nonchalantly.

So the Third Fleet moved closer.

As the distance gets closer, the power and accuracy of the artillery fire increases exponentially.

The iron ball shells shot out with great force collided violently with the orc transport ship!

The iron shells shattered under the huge impact, and so did the transport ships.

At this time, the moon suddenly emerged from the clouds.

Under the bright moonlight, you can clearly see the explosion sending iron and wood chips flying in the air. The dazzling light produced by the explosion announced that death was approaching.

The shells aimed at the waterline of the transport ship were the most dangerous and brutal. Even if they did not hit the target directly, the near misses near the waterline of the ship could easily cause the hull of the orcs' inferior transport ship to crack.

One after another, huge iron transport ships began to sink. From the noisy sound that reached the sky, it could be known that each iron transport ship was filled with orc warriors.

Perhaps on land, these warriors are omnipotent warriors who can still charge bravely after being hit by dozens of arrows, but in the ocean, they are no different from weak babies.

When the ship tilts, most of the entrances and exits will be blocked. The deck was originally covered with iron sheets to improve protection, which greatly improved the survival rate of the people inside when the ship was not sinking. However, when the ship sank, it became a huge coffin.

Carrying nearly a thousand orc warriors, he slowly sank into the shallow seabed.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Want to play a naval battle with us Kul Tiras? You greenskins are not qualified!" Daelin laughed heartily and even pulled Gina*Golden Sword over to take a sip.

Within the field of vision, at least a dozen giant iron-clad orc transport ships began to sink, and more than thirty transport ships lost their mobility because their oars were broken, and were floating or spinning on the sea.

"I reported the battle situation to the deputy commander-in-chief, who urgently notified your majesty that your fleet should retreat and be careful of the Hordes fighting desperately."

"What should we be careful about? These transport ships with low sides, no towers, no rams, and no long-range weapons? Isn't he underestimating our Kul Tiras fleet?" Daelin suddenly remembered something: "He wants his Storm Fleet to get some military credit, right? We'll let them go later."

At this moment, it seemed as if God wanted to slap him in the face. Daelin successfully demonstrated what it means to be overjoyed and then end up in sorrow.

In the place where there was no Flash shining, thousands of small and medium-sized transport ships suddenly rushed out. The biggest difference from the previous transport ships was that the bows of these ships were equipped with the sharp horns of some giant creatures.

It's not a ram in the standard sense, but for one-time use, it's pretty good.

Admiral Daelin's face turned pale in an instant.

"Retreat! Let the Third Fleet retreat!" Daelin gave the order in a panic.

But it was too late. Despite the bright moonlight, the Kul Tiran fleet could do nothing when they saw the swarming boats. Compared to the light, oared boats, the Kul Tiran ships with sails were too slow to turn and move.

The result of their clumsiness was that the ships in the front were all besieged by the Horde's small boats.

The Horde's small transport ship bravely rammed the Kul Tiran ship, and then a scene that stunned the Kul Tiran people happened.

The tops of the transport ships were blown off.

It was not opened like a hinge, but simply covered like a piece of cloth. A group of orcs used brute force to flip the top cover, which weighed who knows how many tons, into the water, and then climbed onto the deck of the ship along the outer wall without even using a grappling hook.

Their climbing action was naturally resisted by the sailors, and most of the orcs were thrown into the sea before they could climb up. Those who could not swim often drowned.

However, as more and more orc transport ships joined the siege, Admiral Daelin, who was a few hundred meters away, watched in amazement as his Third Fleet ships were besieged one after another. Often, a warship would be besieged by more than ten orc boats.

When more than 10 bright green figures appeared on the deck, Daelin knew that the ship was finished!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Daelin closed his eyes.

Painfully abandoning the Third Fleet caught in the chaos, Daelin led the remaining ships and used medium-range artillery fire with great artistic sense and distance to seriously deplete the Horde's military strength.

The tribal fleet, having achieved its goal, continued to sail towards Southshore regardless of the consequences, despite being bombarded by heavy artillery fire.