Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Boom boom boom——

Horace Redwyne watched the circles of light flickering again on the enemy ship, and trembled slightly in his heart, but he no longer panicked.

That weird weapon just looks amazing, but its power is not as great as imagined.

Horace felt that his battleship was fully capable of rushing forward against the enemy's attack.

As long as you can rush over, you can enter the battle style familiar to the Qingting Island fleet.

As long as I can rush through...

Rumble——

The torrential shells fell again, but to Horace's horror, this time was obviously different from the previous few times.

The huge impact almost made him unsteady.

A few roars exploded on the deck, thick black smoke rose, and clusters of flames followed.

"What's the matter?" Horace asked with lingering fear.

Before anyone could answer, there was a sound of calling for firefighters outside, accompanied by shrill screams and terrified cries.

"My lord, look quickly!"

Horace turned his head to look at the left wing, and saw Swordfish's sail was ignited by raging flames. The tumbling flames were like a ferocious python, and the main mast was snuffed in an instant.

Boom!

The broken mast slammed down heavily, cutting off most of the bow of the ship and creating a long wave on the sea.

Dozens of Qingting Island sailors fell into the sea, struggling and calling for help.

However, the fire was still spreading on the deck, and the sailors didn't care about saving their companions who fell into the water, but tried to put out the fire like crazy.

But the more terrifying scene is yet to come.

Due to the loss of the main mast and the rupture of the hull, the Swordfish obviously lost control, and under the impetus of huge inertia, it staggered off course and collided with the White Hart next to it.

The huge ram on the White Hart's bow ripped apart the already dilapidated Swordfish, splitting it in two.

The broken bow and stern tipped high before slowly sinking into the water.

Only a huge vortex and countless drifting corpses were left on the sea surface. Blood and flames spread on the sea surface, attracting a group of sharks.

Sir Horace stared blankly at this scene, and fell into a daze again.

Although two warships lost their combat capability just now, it was only because of water leakage, but now they were directly sunk. Such a scene deeply shocked all Qingting Island soldiers who witnessed all this.

As the eldest son of Qingting Island, Horace actually has rich experience in naval warfare, but in his impression, the combat methods of naval warfare are nothing more than collision and boarding. In fact, boarding is more common.

The ships of the two sides were locked together with hooks, and the soldiers of each side used close-combat weapons to charge up to the other's ships, kill each other, or be killed by the other.

This is the correct way to open a naval battle.

Instead of the current situation, even before they got close, their own fleet was already scarred and suffered heavy losses.

In a trance, Horace felt an uncontrollable sense of sadness, as if vaguely aware of the end of an era.

But at this moment, he knew that he had no way out.

"Forward! Full speed ahead!" Horace roared. "Come on! Crush!"

Boom boom boom!

The enemy ship's artillery roared again.

Thick black smoke filled the air above the sea, covering the sky and the sun.

Horace couldn't see clearly ahead, but he knew that the target was close, close, as long as they rushed through this section, as long as they rushed over, they still had a chance of winning!

There was a loud tearing sound, the shriek of the ship's wood disintegrating, and the screams of the crew being plunged into the sea of ​​fire, but Horace ignored it and just stared ahead.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Boom boom boom——

Hundreds of shells climbed into the sky, passed through the gunpowder smoke, and dragged out their long black tails.

When they screamed and fell, they splashed huge waves, cracked oak decks, or blasted people into bone, flesh and blood.

Horace pushed away the dissuading guards, rushed out of the captain's cabin, and looked ahead with scarlet eyes.

In the flowing gunpowder smoke, the ship's side of the Stormland battleship loomed.

"Crash it! Crush it!" Horace yelled desperately.

Nearly one-third of the fleet behind has lost its combat effectiveness, or smoke rose, or its mast was blown off, or fell into a sea of ​​​​flames, or sank to the bottom of the water...

Horace didn't dare look back, and couldn't; he could only move forward, like a moth to a flame.

"Crash speed! Crash speed!" Horace pulled out his long sword and swung it wildly.

The snare drum became frenzied and became a long and frenzied beating. The blades fluttered and the water splashed. The Purple Grape seemed to take off.

But at this moment, Horace suddenly noticed a strange giant ship on the side of the enemy ship.

And it started spinning.

With a bang, the sails on the storm battleship were raised.

The warships that had been stationary and fired in situ started up one after another.

They have to hide!

"Full port! Full port!" horace horace ordered.

The helmsman turned the rudder frantically, the beat of the snare drum changed, and the oarsmen cooperated tacitly. The Purple Grape suddenly threw a beautiful turn of the tail on the sea, and followed the enemy ship.

Huge centrifugal force knocked Horace onto the deck, his teeth snapped shut, almost biting off his tongue.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and continued to give orders with a grim expression:

"Catch up! Catch up!"

The hull of the Purple Grape creaked unbearably, and it seemed to be on the verge of falling apart.

But the people on Qingting Island seem to have fallen into madness. They looked at the enemy ship that was close at hand, and they accelerated, accelerated, and accelerated recklessly.

Bang——

Finally hit it.

However, due to the emergency adjustment of the battleship Tempest, the Purple Grape's ram did not hit the side of the ship directly, but plunged into the stern.

The force was so strong that the head and tail of the two ships collided to pieces at the same time, and the flying sawdust and the thrown crew members fell into the sea one after another.

Horace clung to the side of the ship to stabilize himself, and immediately shouted sharply:

"Hook! Hook!"

The sound of swishing swishing sounded continuously, and ropes floated from the Purple Grape, tightly entangled with the enemy ship on the opposite side.

"Board the ship and kill them all!" Horace swung his long sword, "For the glory of Qingting Island!"

"For the glory of Qingting Island!" The soldiers echoed one after another.

But they were answered by another round of shelling.

Rumble!

At such a short distance, the Purple Grape had nowhere to hide, and was hit by more than a dozen shells in an instant.

Horace only felt his brain humming as if he had been hit by a boulder.

Then a rapid and sharp roar exploded in front of him, and the deck under his feet disappeared in an instant.

For a while, the sky was spinning, and the cold sea water came over the face and poured into the mouth and nose.

In boundless horror, Horace spat out a mouthful of salty water, grabbed the nearest plank, and held on tightly.

Looking up, I saw that the Purple Grape had been covered by dense fireworks, surrounded by pieces of wood scattered on the sea and drowned crew members.

The cannon muzzles on the side of the battleship Stormland flashed white flames, as if hell was roaring.