Chapter 104 Squadron, Rapid-fire Artillery and the Battle of June 27
Chapter 598 Squadron Rapid-fire Artillery and the Battle on June 27
June 26, at dusk.
The Alandel squadron passed through the war zone, and the rumbling cannon fire in the distance indicated that they had entered the rear of the Canaan defense line. The golden-white light in the northern dense forest was shrouded in a blue halo, as mysterious as a shadow.
Being able to reach here is not because the elves do not have enough troops, the blockade is not tight enough, or they are careless. The few entrances and exits of Canaan are protected by fortresses and natural terrain. Those borders that are not guarded by troops are also protected by the Tirne River, dense
Surrounded by white birch and maple forests and dark swamps.
The banks of the Tierne River in the east of Canaan are either dense forests or steep cliffs. The fleet cannot find a port to settle down, and people and equipment will fall into the water; deep in the dense forests are densely covered with putrid swamps, full of poisonous insects and mutations.
monster.
Not a single army in the entire Second Age could make it across the Undermoor alive.
The Confederacy once sent a large number of agents to investigate the roads and sewers there, but most of the people disappeared silently.
Harandil, who had just survived Cherkasy's pocket, was thrown onto Alandel's ship by Roland, and was responsible for the mission of unknown meaning, "Operation Trebuchet".
The squadron reduced its speed to try not to attract Canaan's attention. However, these tasks seemed to be redundant. The roar and black smoke of the steam engine were easily exposed during the day, but the waters in this area were like the huge mouth of the abyss, which would turn the setting sun into the sky.
The afterglow was also swallowed up.
There was no movement in the desolate and dead lower river, and the forks that appeared from time to time were like black holes with hissing winds coming out.
The darkness became thicker and thicker, and at dusk it was almost impossible to see the river bank.
In the distance, a light blue light mist floats in the direction of Canaan City, showing a diffraction phenomenon that changes like an aurora. The air is filled with an extremely uncomfortable smell, and the scattered magic energy has spread to the edge of the forest and entered the water.
The corruption and mutation of the Whispering Forest have already appeared in this area.
Along the way, the squadron received some agents stationed by the river. Each of them was in a trance and listless, as if something had been branded deep in their souls.
"Are we almost here?" Alandel asked on the bridge.
Harandil remained silent for a long time. It took him a while to realize that the captain was asking him, and he hurriedly answered:
"Right there."
"Oh," Miss Captain tightened her grip on the sword at her waist, "It went quite smoothly."
Assault boats and transport ships took action to move steam engines, pipelines and various equipment to the shore. The advance agents cleared an open space here in advance, but within a few days, a large area was eroded by dark swamps and dense forests.
Harandil and the staff also took out their equipment and prepared to disembark. Everyone looked down, but no one refused this task.
"There's no point in setting fires, cutting down trees won't last long, the vegetation here grows incredibly fast.
"Please inform the General Front Committee, the time planning must be accurate, and be sure to confirm the situation on site with us before taking action."
"I will do it, don't worry! The task Mirantis gave me is to protect you!" Miss Captain looked at their equipment with interest, "What are you wearing?"
"Straw sandals."
Harandil and the work team had extra-large straw sandals that were tied to the soles. They walked on the swamp wearing these straw sandals, as if they were gliding on a small raft.
"Made of bark and branches, this makes it less likely for us to sink into the mud," Harandil said. "Everyone and equipment must wear special straw sandals and tie up safety ropes, otherwise they will disappear if you are not careful.
in the darkness."
"Wish ya'll good luck!"
After seeing off the work team, Alandel immediately returned to the command post. Under the escort of the Birren Hill and several gunboats, one transport ship after another was continuously transporting supplies into the narrow temporary space.
Lighthouses and buoys are installed at the forks of the river.
"If Canaan ambush a fleet here, it will definitely sink us all into the water!" Alandel picked up a cup of black tea with sugar and took a sip, "But~ the environment here is so weird, the pointy-eared fool
There is really no need for Roe Deer to waste precious manpower on deploying a standing fleet... The battle on the front line is in full swing, is it possible that Canaan can still summon a fleet from its pocket?"
She muttered to herself. The officers and sailors were busy on the deck, as if they had to work constantly to get a moment of peace by this gloomy and dark swamp.
Suddenly, there was a movement in the darkness.
The familiar aura and the bone-gnawing coldness surged out almost instantly. The whirlpool rolled and the black water surged. Under the night, a warship with towering black sails suddenly appeared silently close at hand.
In the field of vision, the vertical and broad bow and streamlined lines are like a black sword, sharp, dangerous and extremely elegant. The tattered sails are fluttering in the wind, clearly a shroud lifted by the ghost of the dead.
"Port side, Alombis!"
"The giant ship of the dead - 'Alombis'!"
Suddenly a strong wind blew up on the river, and a terrifying wailing sound enveloped the sky, and the cold and murderous momentum struck people's hearts. In the hunting wind, the ghost ship spread its huge black sails, and emitted a terrifying scream like a night owl. In an instant, it accelerated to
With lightning speed and a terrifying collision angle, it hit the middle of the Birren Hill directly.
The black shadow that announced the doom of all ships and sailors, the flagship of the undead creature, like a lance cut from the bones of a death knight, went straight to the flagship of the squadron. Behind it, dozens of slender black boats were like beetles in the tomb.
Out of the water! They formed a dense formation, igniting black flames one after another in the strong wind, and headed straight for the fleet!
Destroy the ship!
In the midst of the lightning, Alandel stood on the bridge and pulled out Youlan's water knife and waved it in the air. She reached out to grab the cable and stepped on the side of the ship:
"Full right rudder! Brunhil, forward 4!
"The whole ship is ready for attack."
The river responded to Alandel's seal, and the waves suddenly rolled violently, pushing the Brunhil. The sailors controlled the sails and accelerated the steam engine to maximum power.
The engine was spinning wildly, the boiler made a terrible roar, and the black water waves stirred up by the bow of the ship were cut and crushed by the hull. Alandel's hair was blown away, and her long hair danced wildly with the military flag.
The majestic battleship seems to be the incarnation of the water god, cutting a round arc on the black water.
Alombis passed by the stern of Birren Hill.
"Starboard, salvo!"
"volley--!"
The officers and soldiers on the ship who were ready to go aimed at the ghost ship rushing towards the right rear. The artillery fired at the fastest speed, taking advantage of this short favorable position to pour out the ammunition. Chain bombs and grenades trailed red trails and headed towards the ship.
Alombis fell, setting off a black-red flame.
Hot fragments were flying in the air. Alombis seemed to be slapped hard by a big hand, and almost rolled over on the river. The blazing cannonballs ignited its masts and sail cables, and burned into a huge giant on the river.
of torch.
"It's useless to use the same trick twice!" Alandel snorted and ordered again, "Navy guns, attack the incoming self-destruct ship."
Under the green moonlight, dozens of self-destructing ships came in droves like evil spirits in the darkness. Brunhil's sailors set up the rapid-fire cannons on the side of the ship, and while the cannons were firing, they focused their firepower to intercept the ghost fleet.
The five-gun rapid-fire gun is one of the decisive battle weapons invented by Roland. It is the latest rear-loading light gun! The five barrels share a set of loading, firing and shelling mechanisms. The hand crank provides power to complete the loading, firing and shelling.
It is small in size and light in weight. Due to its high rate of fire, grenades are particularly lethal to lightly armored targets when used at close range, and are designed to defeat small units. When performing ashore combat missions, the Marine Corps can even remove the cannon and install it on an assault rifle.
The boat is close to the shore and provides fire support.
This new type of close-in defense gun completely surpasses the self-defense firepower of old warships, but the cost is very high and the ammunition output is small. It can only be used by high-priority new warships like Brunhil.
Brunhil's artillery fire became more and more accurate and intensive, and the swarming arson ships were covered in a hail of bullets and began to explode one after another.
Bright red flames rose up on the river, and violent explosions occurred one after another. Burnt debris flew in the air. The hull was torn and twisted, the canvas was engulfed by fire snakes, and the sky-high fireworks illuminated the river as if it were daytime. The black smoke lasted for a long time.
Not scattered.
"It's troublesome——!"
Alandel resisted the urge to rub her hair. The covert operation was so vigorous that it was impossible for Canaan not to notice. More importantly, the appearance of the undead meant that Salorian had returned to the world. The realm was defeated.
He will definitely use all means.
…
On June 27, the battle entered its third day.
The intelligence sent last night showed that Salorian has returned to this world. The undead creatures he controls have begun to assist Canaan in the battle at multiple locations.
The good news is that the ultimate Shoggoth has not appeared, and the twisted will of the virtual realm has not yet arrived.
The sky was twilight, bugles and drums were beating one after another, blue streams flowed from each camp, and thousands of soldiers formed a dense marching formation according to their respective flags. They went directly from the military camp to the front line.
The staff has already marked the march route with flags, and battalion flags have also been planted on the positions of each battalion.
The hussars and dragoons serving as the vanguard have been dispatched. They will be deployed according to the battle to prevent the elven rangers from harassing the army in formation.
The assembly was completed quickly. The 1st Army of Sebasto, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 6th, 9th Army, the 12th Army and the 2nd Army of Verona lined up in a line, like the ocean flooding the earth, dense
The weapon's blade shines brightly in the rising sun.
At the same time, Manye's army was coming. The blue uniforms and helmet feathers of the main forces such as the 10th, 15th, and 16th Army were dancing on the plain, like surging waves.
The grand military formation banned all magic. The wizards on the elven side had been feeling strong physical discomfort since yesterday. However, they supplied a steady stream of spiritual energy to the front line to catalyze the summoned withered magicians.