"Beat these stupid birds hard, and dare to go to Crab King Island to provoke me, he's tired of living." Master Liang personally went into battle, aimed at the target, and ignited the lead. The roar of heavy artillery made the turret tremble. The eighteen-pound heavy artillery shells roared out of the barrel. With an unyielding momentum, they easily knocked the main mast of a cliff into pieces. The shells that had not yet disappeared broke the deck of the cliffs, and the tragic pirates and the tragic situation of the cliffs made Liang Pengfei even more excited. He never knew what mercy was about the enemy.

The cannons were roaring, and the white smoke made the entire cannon full of poetry like an overseas fairy mountain. The shells that rush out were more like ferocious beasts that escaped from the cage, rushed out frantically from the clouds, roaring and knocking down the weak lambs, tearing them to pieces.

Captain Moly found in despair that the other party seemed to be playing with his unlucky pirates. After a round of beatings, the direction of the artillery fire changed, and all fell on the sampans and cliffs that the pirates were parked on the edge of the mudflat. They watched the cliffs and sampans that had turned into piles of fragments under the destruction of heavy artillery, and fell on the muddy pirates, and the hearts of the pirates who were covered in mud were bleeding. These Eastern pirates were too shameless and wanted to break their backs.

However, their actions finally aroused the bloodiness of these Western pirates who had been so cruel and desperate that they had penetrated into their bones.

Captain Morley stood up, touched the mud on his face, pulled off the seaweed hanging on his head, and waved the sword in his hand, like a desperate trapped beast that had no way out for a group of hunting dogs. "Brothers, artillery fire cannot support us, everything depends on ourselves. Their artillery fire is too high. As long as we rush forward, we will definitely have the dead feet of artillery fire. At that time, victory will belong to us, and the treasures and women on the island belong to us!"

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Captain Moli's taste was not good, but his words still brought hope to the pirates who had beaten up. Hundreds of pirates roared and stood up. As Captain Moli's knife pointed, he stumbled over the mudflat and charged towards the slash leading to victory.

Sure enough, with Captain Moli's encouragement, when these pirates rushed to the slope of the dock and led to the island, the cannons on the fort simply stopped shooting completely, which further inspired the morale of Captain Moli and others. However, the dense volleyballs knocked out half of their joy.

"Kill up, hand-to-hand combat, we are pirates, and we have war knives besides muskets." The shout of a pirate leader was like a Western bard. The pirates fired forward with their short guns in their hands, while lowering their bodies as much as possible, holding the war knives, and rushing towards the end of the slope. As long as they can be close to each other, they are confident of defeating any enemy.

"What are those things?" A pirate rushing in front struggled to reach less than fifty meters away from the slope's chest wall. Suddenly, he saw more than 30 round and black balls flying out from behind the chest wall.

As they were spinning in the air, the pirate could even see the ignited lead line behind. The pirate's pupils suddenly shrank like needle holes. Before he could even warn, a flowering bullet landed three feet in front of him and bounced. The last scene he saw was an orange, orange filled with the flames of death.

Balls of orange-red flames bloomed on the slope, and loud sounds of the sky seemed to be singing in the sky by the thunder and lightning elves, screams and howls dotted in it. The twisted face and the scattered limbs appeared and disappeared in the smoke and shock waves, just like the lava hell depicted in Dante's "Divine Comedy".

Later, the pirates who arrived at the mudflat in the artillery fire and jumped into the sea water that had flooded their calfs to reinforce were shocked when they saw this scene. They even forgot about the stones and log obstacles under their feet, and missed their feet, wrapped in mud and water.

"Hurry, you idiots, go and support me, and you guys, remove the cannons from the Clippers and blow off that line of defense for me." Captain Moli looked at the heavy casualties of his subordinates, his eyes were almost red and bleeding. He desperately whipped his subordinates with the back of his knife, so that they could muster up the courage to continue moving forward.

The pirates' panic quickly calmed down. A large number of pirates gritted their teeth and unloaded the artillery from the cliffs, but they found in despair that the crazy artillery fire between the two sides had already made it impossible for the entire dock to find a flat ground. Should they carry it on their shoulders and push the four or five hundred kilograms of artillery up half the slope?

One by one, the cannons were trapped in the quagmire, and they pushed the cannon forward desperately, but the volleyball and flowering bullets that seemed to never stop in front were crushing quickly, squeezing their courage.

Only one cannon was accurately hit by a heavy cannon shell. The cannon body could not withstand such a heavy blow. The cannon body collapsed and suddenly turned the living pirates around him into a blood lotus blooming outwards, with flying broken arms and limbs everywhere. On the blue-black cliff next to the slope, there were bloody red blood marks splattering, just like a master of Chinese painting. After getting drunk, he splashed ink with great enthusiasm, leaving behind a freehand landscape that has been sung through the ages.

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The pirates behind simply left the cannons that were still trekking in the mud and lay on the mud flat to avoid the fire, like a group of panic eels digging holes in the mud.

But the pirates were still unwilling to give up. During the period when the artillery of the turret was washed and loaded, they rowed their oars frantically and rushed towards the mudflat. Countless pirates had red eyes, just like gamblers who were desperate to lose their eyes were making a last fight. Their actions aroused the courage of the forward, stood up from the mudflat again, waved the muskets and swords in their hands, and launched an almost suicide charge towards the slope.

Although the artillery was temporarily stopped, there was no musket. The dense ferry was like a sharp sickle, held in the hand by a skilled old farmer, humming the farmhouse tune, easily harvesting the full rice ears one by one, and the corpse was like bundles of lodging dry firewood, laying the entire slope. The solid mud surface of the slope had soaked the thick plasma as slippery as water-covered ceramic tiles.

The black flowering shells flying out from behind the chest wall will always cause countless screams of despair and hurried avoidance.

Although they will not cause straight-line killing like projectiles sprayed by artillery, they rely on the shock waves and shrapnel generated by the fire explosion, which can cause more fearful killing in the crowd.

The craters that were blown out by the flowering bombs were like small bathtubs. The bathtubs were not filled with fragrant flowers and filled with petals, but thick, with strange dark red stenchy plasma. Some pirates even stood up again after accidentally falling in. Because of the insane hands, they were no longer catching the sword, but the ferocious limbs that made the blood soaked that the soul was trembling.

Just as a large number of Clippers were crowded on the mudflats to reinforce, the artillery of the turrets roared again after loading, as if they were particularly angry at the pirates who dared to appear within their attack range. The heavy shells were like meteorites falling from the sky, with the friction of high temperature and flames, and they shot out one bottomless huge pit after another on the decks. The splashing flames ignited all the ignitions. The elves of fire were wantonly swallowing everything on the Clippers...

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Chapter completed!