Shotballs, chain bullets, solid bullets, and these messy things are everywhere in the air.

Operating the rudder, Mo Qingyu loudly issued an order to load the bullets. Just now, her artillery commander died in battle. A chain bullet strangled her and her companions in the entire artillery position into two pieces, but soon a reserve sailor took over the work, and Mo Qingyu took over the artillery commander.

Half of the sail was lost, a secondary mast was broken, but the flagship was still moving forward, and the main fleet of the East Continent was still destroying all the new target of Eden they could see.

"Fire!" Mo Qingyu manipulated the warship into the middle of the two new Eden warships. The next second, the gun positions on both sides of the warship opened fire at the same time. A large number of solid bullets, shotguns and chain bullets penetrated the hull, killing the sailors, and twisting the sails.

One of the warships seemed to have been hit by the gunpowder depot and were directly blown up, but the other warship leaned over and they threw out the hook rope.

"Board battle! Let the big cats come up!" Mo Qingyu fixed the rudder position and pulled out the scimitar and musket from the weapon stand beside him.

Facing the battle on the side, Yimi and the kittens immediately picked up the guys beside each other. The new Eden opposite seemed to have found an easy opponent. When they were shot by muskets and swung to this side in the rain of bullets, the big guys emerged from the lower armor made their howls and roars disappear, like strangled chickens - it was a group of big cats, wearing full-body armor and metal helmets, holding large muskets with bayonets in their hands, and greeted these uninvited guests with a grim smile.

The warship of the new Eden wanted to join the other side, but the impact from friendly forces directly knocked the new Eden warship into two pieces. The big cats on the ship roared and met another large new Eden warship. The hook ropes thicker than one meter and two arms wrapped around the warship. The artillery of both sides opened fire on each other while facing each other, and the big cats swung over. The big cats with armor all ignored the muskets and scimitars, and used warhammers and large-caliber shotguns to educate all the unwilling new Edens how to reincarnate and become a human again.

On Mo Qingyu's side, after killing the new Eden who was sweeping over, the big cats had already taken Yimi Er and the kittens to charge backwards to the enemy's warship. Wherever they went, the new Edens were miserable - it was fine if the big guy in front of him, but Yimi Er and the kittens could hide for a while, but Yimi Er and the kittens hid behind them, and from time to time leaned out to give you a shot. When you fell to the ground, the big cats came up with a stock - the butt bigger than their faces had never seen anyone before today, but everyone on the boat after today has a deep memory.

The buttstock of the large musket used by Big Cats is cast in fine iron, but it is not made of ordinary muskets. One musket is either broken or broken, or it can knock out the unlucky guy's brain.

There are also some big cats who use bayonets - bayonets, but they should be machetes. The 80-centimeter-long thick-backed bayonet is a standard machete in human hands, and in the hands of big cats, it is like a short knife.

Both of them could pierce each other. Not to mention that the victim was a person, these bayonets were very sharp, and they should have been sharp. In short, there were not many people on the New Eden warships that could breathe. Until then, the big cats ignited the powder barrels, and then returned to the alpine warship with the kittens with Yimi-2 who were injured and killed in battle.

"Let's go!" Mo Qingyu put the weapon back on the shelf, then raised her hand and cut off the ropes to separate the warship. She led her subordinates to start moving forward, looking for brand new prey.

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"What are our intercepting troops doing?!" Seeing the torpedo dropped by several combat boats of the East Continental people hit the nearby aircraft carrier, the frigate captain let out a wail - this is no longer a battle situation he can solve. There are air units of the East Continental people everywhere. The kittens swarmed from time to time to wash the deck with machine cannons, or the combat boats dropped incendiary bombs, and what made him even more desperate was that the large ships on the side were being hunted down.

"We must keep our goals! The barrage is denser!" He shouted loudly. The sailors operating four consecutive crossbows on the deck were almost crazy. There were so many goals in the sky, and the barrage they could produce was so small that they felt that one sentence was so correct--they would be better off fighting on the opposite side.

"Captain! The enemy's combat boat is here again!" The sailor on the watchtower screamed.

The frigate captain followed his guidance and saw that he was flying towards him... No, it should be the aircraft carrier flying to the other side of him - the Mother of Death.

The continuous crossbows near this side were immediately laid flat, and the crossbow arrows were shot out like splashing water. The combat boats seemed to be unaffected at all. They quickly dropped torpedoes. Seeing the torpedo trajectory approaching the sea, the captain finally decided to use his frigate to block the torpedo's route.

"We must protect our mothership!" the captain shouted: "It's still time for anyone to jump into the ship!"

"Let the bastards from the East Continent come! We will fight for the last breath!" The sailors responded loudly.

So the captain operated the frigate to the torpedoes' movement track and dropped the anchor. The frigate captain let go of the rudder. He walked to the left and watched the torpedo approach, the young captain closed his eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, the time became longer and longer. Just when the captain felt something was wrong, the sailors screamed: "Captain! The torpedoes pass through the bottom of the ship!"

The frigate captain ran to the other side and looked at the torpedoes approaching the aircraft carrier he was escorting, screaming in pain: "No!"

Then the aircraft carrier Mother of Death in his eyes turned into three pieces - a large number of torpedoes pushed the entire ship into the abyss of destruction.

The next second, two combat boats as hell painters passed through the field from behind, and the cannon under the wings and belly turned the entire frigate's deck into a hell scroll.

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"This is the fourth wave of dive combat ship attack formation! Please guide the target!"

A new companion’s question came from the channel.

And the companion who came before quickly gave an answer: "Let's find any target to bomb it, and the meat has been eaten up."

"Oh my God!" The commander, who knew that this piece of flesh had some meaning, sighed tragically on the channel.

"So what do we escort formations need to do?"
Chapter completed!