Every warship was roaring, with dazzling yellow flames flashing from the muzzles. As the huge solid shells were fired, a burst of intense smoke was brought out, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the gun barrels violently recoiled.
Black arcs of light crossed hundreds of meters of airspace and slammed into the transport ship. The continuous explosions of the shells tearing through the sky completely drowned out the roaring sea breeze.
The iron ball flying in the sky with a black arc of light became an absolute messenger of death. The shell was like the god of death who weighed people's lives on the scale, but one side was luck and the other was death.
Whether it will cause a huge splash that passes by, or be directly hit and killed in the sea, it has become a matter of metaphysics.
In a sense, being killed by a shell is a kind of luck. At least you don't have to endure this endless torment.
The shells flew over his head and fell beside him, splashing water into the sky.
The buzzing sound only lasted for less than two seconds, and a new round of terrifying roars came from far away.
Have you prayed to your ancestors?
After drinking the blood of unknown origin and turning my skin green, will my ancestors still bless me?
At some point, these seemingly endless shells became the orcs' greatest torture.
If this was their first cross-sea battle, perhaps all the orcs would be confused and just paddle to keep the boat moving forward. But with the shadow of the first disastrous failure in the landing battle, the surviving orcs inevitably panicked.
As for a rowing boat, the most feared thing is that the forces on both sides are not applied evenly. The direct consequence of this is that the boat will spin like a blind fly on the sea.
The Orc fleet was in chaos.
It's not that there weren't orc commanders who tried to organize small boats to collectively charge the Alliance fleet, but after the Kul Tiras fleet suffered a heavy loss last time, what blocked the orc transport ships was no longer a careless and frail single column, but a staggered double column.
Not only that, the ruthless Admiral Daelin also changed the ship structure of most of the fleet.
Originally, the Kul Tiras fleet had the cannons on the port and starboard sides evenly distributed for the purpose of fleet-to-fleet artillery battles. Now, considering that they would have to participate in the most brutal blocking battle after the artillery battle, Daelin moved almost all the cannons to the starboard side, and the port side relied on ballast to keep the ship balanced.
In other words, as long as the Allied fleet cannot gain the upper hand and seize the T-position, the port side with only a few cannons left will basically be defeated as soon as it encounters the enemy.
Daelin is bold but cautious. On the one hand, he does not think that the Bloodsail Fleet, which has defected to the orcs, can have much combat effectiveness. On the other hand, he is confident in his own command skills.
Now he made the right bet.
Even a regular destroyer can have over 30 guns on a single side. This amount of firepower is simply insane.
The spherical solid shells were spinning in the air, like a divine punishment for sin, and they slammed heavily into the small orc transport ship that was trying to rely on its agility to perform the ant-attachment tactics.
Because of the rush to complete the project, most of the materials used in the new batch of transport ships were cut corners. Originally, the orcs' ships were large and strong, but now, due to the lack of materials and the excessive pursuit of quantity, they have lost even their strength.
It is impossible according to common sense that a seemingly huge transport ship can be blasted through from the deck to the bottom by a cannon.
But the facts were in front of them. The rough and thin deck was easily blasted into the sky, mixed with broken wood chips and orcs' flesh and blood, splashing around like a rainstorm.
There is no need to rely on the explosion of gunpowder, nor the spiral drilling force created by the rifling. Just relying on the pure and violent kinetic energy, a solid iron ball bullet can send a transport ship that can carry dozens or even hundreds of people to the bottom of the sea.
The scourge of cutting corners also spread to the orcs' giant armored transport ships.
Originally, due to the heavy armor, cannon shells could not cause substantial damage even if they did not ricochet. But after the armor was thinned, the cast iron plate, which was not formal armor in the first place, became the biggest killer.
After being bombarded, the relatively brittle cast iron instantly shattered into thumb-sized fragments, which, along with the pressure of the bombardment, burst and splashed into the cabin. The orc warriors, who were packed like sardines in a can, became the biggest victiLady
Under this kind of shrapnel attack that was beyond the limit of their physical endurance, large numbers of orcs were killed like wheat, but even more suffered serious injuries and were unable to continue fighting.
If it were on a land battlefield, the violent and brave orcs would often choose to die together with an enemy, but here on the sea, besides their own people, there were only stray bullets within a radius of more than ten meters, leaving bowl-sized bullet holes in the cabin.
Sitting on Daelin's ship, listening to the information gathered from various mages.
Duke's face remained gloomy.
"One good news and one bad news."
Admiral Daelin curled his lips and said, "Men at sea always start by listening to bad news."
"Well, the bad news is that you have to decide now how to allocate the fleet. If you land more than 8,000 transport ships on the South Stream Coast, Terenas and Genn will come and fight you immediately."
"What's the good news?"
"At this rate, we have a chance to make more than half of the orcs sink to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish."
Daelin whistled: "I'll let the Second Fleet and the Storm Fleet stay in Southshore for your command. I'll take care of those that pass through the strait, and I'll take the rest to the opposite coast of Southshore."
Duke thought about it and realized that Daelin was still worried about the Bloodsail Pirates, so this was the only way.
"Don't worry, I will treat them fairly, even if they were forced to destroy my Third Fleet."
Duke stared at Daelin for a moment and finally nodded.
On the battlefield, opportunities are fleeting.
There is no time for hesitation.
The situation here was also reflected in the command center of Southshore. Lothar gritted his teeth and looked at Llane: "Admiral Llane, can I hand over the best-defended Southshore defense line to you?"
Llane looked at his childhood friend. He could still vividly remember how Lothar had fought over the past year. Llane patted Lothar on the shoulder and said, "I am not a kid going to the battlefield for the first time. If such a good defense can be penetrated, I will die."
"No, I don't want you to die, I..."
Llane punched Lothar in the chest lightly: "Go, Commander Lothar, the Alliance needs you."
Without further hesitation, Lothar called out to Turalyon: "Let's go. Our destination is the South Coast."
With almost all of his cavalry, Lothar must reach Shadowfang Keep before the Horde lands.
The most brutal beach landing battle is about to begin.