But soon the soldiers realized what it was.

"Enemy attack!"

The cannonball slammed into the fortress with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, followed by the sound of artillery fire.

boom boom boom...

The fish oil gunpowder that had been piled up to stop the witch had now become a talisman.

The walls of the fortress were splashed with flames, and they could not even organize an effective counterattack. These soldiers who had rarely experienced war were like scattered sand.

"Stick to the post! Everyone return to the post for me, ready to reload!"

The captain ran up from the circling stone ladder, and the two dozen people behind him stabilized the situation in an instant. The wounded soldiers were hidden behind the wall nearby, and the rest of the soldiers were constantly reloading under fierce artillery fire.

boom!

A shell directly smashed the soldiers who were loading into two sections, the lower body fell to the ground, and the upper body was hung on the crane on the edge, and the whole path was dyed red with blood.

The soldier on the side gritted his teeth and forcibly stuffed the fifty-pound iron bullet into the barrel, before even taking a look at the **** corpse. The shadow of death hangs over everyone, and the soldiers can only pray that the next shell will not fall on their heads.

In this enlightenment stage of muskets and cannons, hits are completely dependent on luck and dense firepower coverage. When soldiers face the enemy's dark muzzles and artillery, only luck can survive.

"Prepare for a test shot!"

The captain in charge of the battle roared loudly, pointing at a cannon in the center.

"Fire!"

boom! ! !

The fifty-pound iron ball was pushed out by the huge force of the flame explosion, and the sound was deafening. Cannonballs with gunpowder residues burned, flying towards the sea at a speed beyond sound in the air.

boom!

The big iron ball smashed directly into the sea five hundred meters away from the Jackdaw, splashing huge waves.

"Hang the full sail! Go ahead at full speed, and the opposite side has already started to counterattack!"

Allen looked a little ugly looking at the cannonball that fell into the water. The weight of the opposite artillery was three times his own, and the attack from top to bottom could even pierce the Jackdaw's keel directly.

Five rounds, this is Allen's estimated tolerance limit. If they are unlucky, a fifty-pound iron bullet can kill them in the sea.

All the sailors on deck moved and filled their sails, and the black sails were blown by the wind and carried the Jackdaw at a faster speed.

On the fortress at this time, all the soldiers are correcting the angle and position of the artillery.

"Five degrees up, seven degrees to the right."

With the sound of clanging chains and gears turning, these huge artillery pieces slowly locked onto the Jackdaw's position.

"Fire!"

The soldiers lit the leads, and the thirteen fifty-pound cannons roared, the shells blazing, then extinguished in the night sky, and speeding toward the Jackdaw.

There is a huge margin of error in the combat distance of two kilometers. Even if you try to adjust the shooting angle, you can only attack a pre-judgment value. Any change in the Jackdaw's steering or speed will make the artillery hit empty.

The Jackdaw has a huge advantage in hitting the fortress. After all, the fortress is not moving. It only needs to adjust the design angle through the rudder, and a salvo can cause great damage to the fortress.

The battle at this moment is like a battle between a knight and a ranger. The ranger is flexible, and every attack can cause damage to the knight. However, the knight has high defense and high attack. Although it can't hit the flexible ranger, it can completely paralyze the opponent with one hit.

The dark night is the best cover for the Jackdaw. The black sails cannot be distinguished on a moonless night. Only the moment when the Jackdaw opens fire, the fortress can grasp the specific position.

This puts the initiative in the hands of the Jackdaw. When the firepower coverage of the fortress is getting closer and more accurate, the Jackdaw only needs to stop firing and hide in the dark to escape the lock. .

"Where's the searchlight? Where's our light?"

The captain was furious. Three of the fortress cannons had been lost, and a dozen soldiers had died, but none of them had hit a single shot. This was a slap in the face of an officer graduated from the Imperial Academy of Artillery. He needed a beam of light to lock on. the position of the enemy, rather than wasting one's own shells and being led by the nose.

"Sir, because witches, whale oil, fish oil and a lot of gunpowder were all taken to the top, so..."

"I don't care what method you use, ten minutes, I will give you ten minutes at most, I want to see the light of the lighthouse."

"Yes, sir!"

...

The fire of the Jackdaw deterred not only the fortress. In the Governor's mansion, Brisbane had already felt the sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, splashing tiny water splashes on the flagstone road.

After flying for thousands of meters, a cannonball flew directly over Brisbane's face, killing a sailor standing beside him.

It was probably just two centimeters off, and now it wasn't the sailor whose face was smashed into blood, it was Brisbane himself.

At this moment of life and death, no matter who it is, everyone will be scared into a cold sweat~lightnovelpub.net~Bris just looked at the direction of the cannonball, his face was ashen, and then he looked at Serena again.

This undoubtedly made him hate Serena and the forces behind Serena even more, and even had an even more evil idea: use the witch as a bait to wipe out the people behind her.

A witch should not have been abandoned so cheaply.

The blow of the artillery instantly annihilated everyone's joy of victory. The war is not over yet, the enemy is like a mad dog, entangled in the night, and this firepower poured on the houses will definitely cause great casualties.

Until now, they still don't know where these enemies come from, what their purpose is, and how to solve them. It seems to be a group of purest villains, who take pleasure in killing people and take destruction as their creed.

"Burn her to death!"

Brice felt his anger, he had to recover a little interest first, let those thugs get a little pain first, and know what heartache is.

"Burn her, burn her!!"

The voices of the soldiers were getting louder and louder. Under the acquiescence of Brice, a soldier approached and dropped the torch in his hand.

At this moment, a red figure rushed out of the darkness, and then caught the falling torch.

"I brought disaster, killing and death here."

Gordon stood alone in the middle of the crowd, coldly and slowly pulling out the machete at his waist.

"This is not what I originally meant, but if you have any resentment, come to me, Serena is innocent."

With the sudden appearance of the enemy, almost everyone raised their muskets subconsciously, aiming at this person who may not be very clear.

"Can you understand what you're doing now? If you're courting death, it's yours."

"Everyone is ready, fire!"