Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

After the sailors on the first sailing ship suffered heavy casualties, the fleet of Archduke Ralph immediately lost more than half of its forward momentum, and the speed of other ships behind also slowed down, turning their bows to bypass the first ship paralyzed in the middle of the river.

However, the roar of the shells did not stop at all, and it would sound again every half a minute, accompanied by a huge ball of fire suddenly rising from the enemy ship. Not long after, the tall mast of a ship lying across the middle of the river broke with a snap, and fell to the side and directly pressed on another ship very close to it.

Several horses tied to the deck broke free from their restraints, and in severe shock, they knocked over several knights in a row, and finally jumped into the icy cold river water.

The severely damaged ship was completely paralyzed in the middle of the river, and the other ships at the rear were crowded with people. Many people gathered at the bow with a blank look on their faces, as if they had no idea what attack they had suffered.

At the same time, the artillery fire on the river bank also followed.

The crowded deck immediately became a river of blood. Almost every shell that hit the target could explode a cloud of blood mist in the enemy pile. Thick blood and flesh covered the deck. Although some people were not at the first point of the shell, they were immediately cut into several pieces by the high-speed flying metal shrapnel and deck debris. They cried and wailed while holding their broken limbs and flowing intestines.

Those who had luckily avoided the bombardment completely ignored everything else. They threw down their heavy weapons and armor and jumped into the water. They would rather freeze to death in the icy river water than stay on the hell ship where blood and fire mixed for a moment longer.

"I was worried that the enemy would rush through the fork and head straight for the Sancha Town Pier..." Wayne put down the telescope and muttered quietly, "I didn't expect that the three ironclad ships with only six magic cannons could directly block the enemy fleet at the fork of the river."

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Compared to the ground troops looking far away on the river bank, Commander Pierce on the icebreaker had a more direct observation of the battle situation.

The three ironclad ships guarded the fork of the north and south sections of the river respectively, and the hulls were directly moored horizontally in the middle of the river. The two fixed magic cannons at the bow and stern turned their muzzles under the rotation of the winch, facing the enemy fleet coming from the west.

The combat targets were only 500 meters apart. The artillery group on the ship repeated the prescribed actions of aiming and firing in an orderly manner. A group of four people continuously sent the pointed shells into the magazine at the end of the barrel, then released the safety and pulled the firing device, firing the shells mixed with dragon flame powder and iron shrapnel with thunder.

Although he was standing in the cockpit at the middle and rear of the ship to command the battle, Pierce's super-sensitive hearing was still tortured by the rumbling sound of artillery fire. He subconsciously raised his hand and tightened the cotton plug in his ears, muttering to himself in some confusion: "Compared to the magic-powered cannons on the river bank, these artillerymen seem to prefer the rumbling magic-powered naval guns... Don't they hate this terrible and huge noise?"

And after the shells mixed with dragon rock powder were fired out of the muzzle, the strong and choking smell that permeated the entire ship was like the strange smell of sulfur mixed with rust, which really made Pierce, a blood race with sensitive five senses, nauseate secretly.

As the cannon rang out again, the heavy ironclad ship also trembled slightly. In the blink of an eye, the cannonball turned into a black shadow that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and flew straight to the enemy ship a few hundred meters away, directly blasting a huge hole in the side of the ship that was spliced ​​and glued with wooden boards, and then poured into the cabin and exploded.

Pierce, who was extremely powerful, immediately saw a stream of debris mixed with blood and flesh from the hole on the side of the ship. It seemed that the enemy hiding in the cabin was not spared from the artillery fire.

The river breeze was slightly rippling, and an extremely strong bloody smell drifted over, making Pierce feel as if he was in a luxurious banquet at the moment, with a sweet taste in his mouth and nose.

His throat rolled slightly, and he ordered in a cold tone: "Activate the magic device and approach the enemy fleet!"

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After seeing the three strange sailless ships in the distance coming towards them, Grand Duke Ralph's fleet also began to slowly move towards the two banks. Obviously, they finally realized that the cruel attack they encountered came from the three strange ships. Seeing the enemy approaching actively, they naturally wanted to land and hide.

The ironclad ship sailed at a very fast speed. At this moment, it was obviously impossible to drive the broken sailboat and turn around to escape from the river. There was only a glimmer of hope for survival if they gathered the remaining soldiers and landed on the river bank.

Unfortunately, until their ships ran aground on the river beach regardless of anything, and then abandoned their ships and landed one after another, the soldiers of the Northern Army who had been ambushed on both sides of the river immediately opened fire without mercy.

Long magic gun barrels were placed on the trench bunkers, aiming at a target who had just climbed up the shore from the cold river water, and pulling the trigger easily, and the magic bullets splashed at the enemy like rain.

On the bare river beach without any shelter, the enemies who had just thought they had escaped fell down like wheat ears hit by rain, and then the enemies of the entire fleet collapsed directly. Those who jumped off the boat and landed cried and wanted to return to the boat again, and those who crowded to escape and get off the boat crowded on the side of the boat and cursed loudly. More people turned around in panic and jumped into the river, struggling to swim to the other side of the river.

The river beach was full of blood and flesh, and people and horses were thrown to the ground. The scene was in chaos.

The three armored icebreakers were just in the middle of the river. The soldiers on the boats raised their magic guns and leaned on the side of the boats, lowering their guns and shooting at the struggling enemies in the river. Flowers of blood were tumbling on the water.

Wayne emptied the third magazine and ordered expressionlessly: "It's almost done. Cooperate with the three icebreakers to clean up the battlefield... Catch all the enemies who are lucky enough not to die in the battle. Those who are lying on the ground and can only breathe are not needed. Don't waste the wound medicine."

The soldiers replaced the new full magazines, equipped the magic guns with sharp bayonets, and then lined up and jumped out of the trenches, pressing towards the few remaining surviving enemies on the river beach.

Next to Pierce on the boat stood a young man who was obviously dressed as an alchemist apprentice. He was holding a book and recording quickly, and he was still chattering to himself.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

"Both the shrapnel shells and the magic shells can penetrate the wooden hull...causing ranged penetration damage, with excellent effects."

"But these two shells cannot directly sink a medium-sized sailing ship. The hull is riddled with holes like a sieve, but it didn't sink directly due to a large amount of water entering...tsk tsk, the effect in this aspect is poor."

Pierce asked speechlessly: "What are you doing recording these? Isn't it only necessary to pay attention to the outcome of a battle, casualties, and ammunition consumption?"

The young alchemist smiled and closed the book, bowed politely and said: "Commander, this is the request of the lord. Every time a new weapon is put into actual combat, the use effect needs to be strictly and accurately recorded to facilitate the subsequent upgrade and improvement of weapons and ammunition."

Weapons and ammunition upgrades and improvements... Can the lord create new weapons that are more powerful than the burst magic guns and magic cannons in the future?

Pierce felt his scalp tingling. If things continued like this, would there be a day when he would not even have the chance to fight the enemy face to face when commanding his troops in battle? He would only need to manipulate these magic weapons rigidly and repetitively to annihilate the enemy thousands of miles away?