Black sail

Chapter 59 LIX.
As the anti-corrosion door of the naval gun was opened, the pirates on the ship used all their strength to push the wooden loader roller under the cannon, allowing the barrel to approach the side.

32-pound heavy guns, 15.9 cm terrifying caliber, all black, a total of eighteen guns.

This is not some fake pirate product.

It was the boss of Port of Heaven who shot and exploded a sailing battleship belonging to the Governor of the East Coast, and unloaded the official goods. Li Si Te bought it in Port of Paradise with a lot of blood. The firepower is almost at the level of two-way foil, which can be called a dimensionality reduction strike.

Marcus was blind, and he was sensing his surroundings entirely by magic power. He had already sensed the extreme panic of the military police, and the believers transferred from around Linden City seemed to be not very firm in their beliefs, and half of them had the intention of retreating.

Those who don't know how to do it are still looking for cover, but those who know how to do it have already started to pray.

Besides, this sea erosion cave is originally an eroded cliff, the whole piece is hollow, there is no place to hide, the heavy artillery walls can be smashed, let alone these extremely poor sea erosion rocks.

Today's artillery shells in the Western Continent can be roughly divided into three categories, solid shells, shot shells, and chain shells.

Although there are also hollow-filled explosive bombs, due to the immature impact fuze technology, seven or eight of the ten shot out are misfires, and the Black Sail Pirates never use them.

The power of the above three shells alone is terrifying enough.

Needless to say, the solid bullet is stronger than the trebuchet, and it can be said to be wiped out in ashes once it hits it.

Chain bombs are two solid bullets that are set together with a chain, the purpose is to increase the range of damage and damage the mast and sail.

There is also a kind of shotgun. In short, it is a thick-skinned iron barrel filled with dozens or hundreds of small lead bullets. The iron barrel will explode when it is discharged from the chamber, and the projectiles inside will explode in a fan-shaped range. The effect is naturally Specifically used to kill people.

Morrison's position as gunnery commander was a sinecure, even more idle than Wollman's warehouse manager. He could fish 30 days a month or 29 days a month.

But he did a fair job, and the eighteen naval guns were in excellent condition, ready to fire at any time.

When Fen heard the report, he had already had shotgun loaded.

"emission!"

With Fern shouting.

Eighteen heavy cannons fired a salvo, and the cave, which was already echoing, made a loud sound, as if eighteen thunderbolts had exploded here. The iron barrels blasted from the barrels exploded and covered the entire area in a fan shape. coastal.

It is difficult to describe the scene at this moment and its lethality.

If you have to say it, it's like a volley of 2000 musketeers, and it's more than ten times more powerful.

The defenders of the Eternal Sect and the elite military police brought by Marcus had no time to fire the rockets in their hands.

These small lead bullets are also extremely powerful and can penetrate several people without stopping.

Nearly two thousand rounds of buckshot exploded on the coast.

All this happened in just two seconds.

On the spot, more than two hundred people were pierced into limp rotten flesh by the overwhelming bullet screen. The blood in their bodies did not seem to be beaten out, it was squeezed out. The sound of flesh and blood tearing instantly exploded in the entire cave into scarlet blood mist.

It was a blood mist in the true sense, floating with the wind, and immediately sprinkled it into a rain of blood and watered the ground.

Dozens of drops of blood spattered on Fen's robe, and two drops were also splashed on his glasses. From that cold-blooded and surly face, it was impossible to tell that he had once been a scholar.

More than 200 people were massacred in an instant, and the remaining people were more or less shot, but they were not completely dead. They kept screaming on the ground. Only more than [-] to [-] people were shot on their limbs, and there were also bruises, but barely Still active.

The demented giant was so big that he became a live target. At least dozens of lead bullets were fired into his body. He was covered in blood like a sieve, and he knelt on the ground and howled in pain.

The process of reloading and firing a heavy artillery is very cumbersome. Far from being loaded into the barrel and firing directly, factors such as extinguishing residual sparks and compacting the shells with a breech rod must be considered. Even the well-trained Royal Navy will need 1 It took a few minutes to get it done, and Fern didn't expect the pirates to have that speed, but at least a minute and a half was to be achieved.

"Load chain bombs and launch! Wollman, Heywood, and all members of the deck must prevent the rest of the crew from boarding the ship. No matter what, it will take ninety seconds!"

Fern was still worried about Marcus and the 20 or so priests. These priests were all wearing overweight plate armor a few centimeters thick.

Oddly enough.

Marcus seemed to have some kind of lucky blessing. He didn't move half a step from the beginning to the end, but he wasn't shot once.

"All rockets fired."

Marcus held the scripture in his hand. Even if two-thirds of the people were instantly destroyed, he did not get angry at all. His psychological quality was so strong that he could be called a devil.

The remaining gendarmes saw that the psychological defense line of this purgatory on earth had collapsed, but the leather armor guards that Marcus called in just slowed down for a while. Those that could be used set up rockets and shot towards the ship.

Fen sneered.

The Pedan National Arcane Academy is the mainstay against religious forces. In the High Tower Alliance of the Warlock Council, the Pedan country alone accounts for almost one-fifth of the seats.

As the top all-around talent in the Pedan Kingdom, Fen has rich experience in when to use which technique, and he is even one of the editors of the general university textbook "Warlock Battlefield Literacy".

This book is still being printed and published today and is used by the Pedan National Arcane Academy, but a certain person's name has been crossed out.

Fen was supposed to be painted by a court painter into an oil painting and hung in the corridor of the teaching building for people to admire, but finally came to this step.

Elemental magic is undoubtedly the simplest kind of magic. There are two levels of difficulty for casting spells through magic energy materials and casting spells by oneself.

The former is the lowest level, often can only generate quite limited elements, and consumes a lot of "concentration".

It's just that Fern calls it concentration, and there are countless ways to say it in the Western Continent with countless systems.

Once you reach the latter, you can enter the palace. For Fen, everything has a fundamental starting point, just like there are hidden and invisible strings. As long as these strings are plucked, everything can start from The deeper dimension affects the present world with infinite mysteries.

Fern doesn't need to read prayers like Caruso at all, and he doesn't really cast spells by himself, but uses all the strings that exist in natural elements as a medium, allowing him to tune parts of nature during the plucking.

There was a violent storm blowing outside the cave.

Seventy or eighty arrows soaked in oilcloth and burning flames shot towards the ship.

Fern just pointed his hands in the air, giving himself a psychological hint, and his concentration was infinitely concentrated.

In an instant, more than a dozen invisible blades came from outside the cave. Just a gust of wind passed by. Before all the arrows hit, they were completely split and shattered in mid-air. The remaining power still penetrated several people, and a burst of blood and flesh was blurred. .

Marcus thought clearly, and when they reloaded again, it was all over.

"Everyone is heading towards the trestle bridge, as long as they get under the boat, they have nothing to do!"

Following Marcus' order.

The bloated priest who was armed was not clumsy, and rushed quickly with a mace in his hand.

(End of this chapter)