Charlemagne yelled at Wells. He was originally going to harvest the battlefield, but he was beaten into a state of disarray.
"Your Excellency, those Easterners have a very magical weapon in their hands."
"Wells, stop making excuses for your failure. No matter how magical their weapons are, can they compare to our firecrackers?"
"Compared to our firecrackers..."
Will paused and said weakly: "It's still...even more powerful..."
"How is that possible?"
Charlemagne flew into a rage and spit on Wales' face.
"It's true, Your Excellency Charlemagne, their firecrackers... don't seem to need to be reloaded, they can be fired all the time, and the range is very long, it's incredible!"
"Wells, are you kidding me? Fireguns don't need to be reloaded?"
"Your Excellency Charlemagne, I really didn't lie to you. Their fire blunderbuss is very terrifying, just like... the devil. I now understand why the Prussian general died in the battle for no apparent reason. Easterners are all devils. They...
They are all a group of devils..."
"Stop talking, Wells, your cowardice will be transmitted to the soldiers. I order you now, no matter what method you use, you must completely eliminate those Orientals, otherwise, you will meet God yourself!"
The expression on Wells's face was very painful. He didn't want to face the Ming army, but he had to go.
Because...Charlemagne would really send him to see God.
However, having witnessed the combat power of the Ming army with his own eyes, he no longer dared to attack head-on, so he had an idea and started a guerrilla war with the Ming army.
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The two sides used the rocks on the island to fight back and forth for a whole day and night, but there was still no winner.
Because this time, Wells learned well. First of all, he must choose an area with complex terrain so that he can find a bunker at any time and not be used as a target.
Secondly, if you can’t defeat, run away decisively and never be reluctant to fight.
If a position is lost, just change another position and fight again.
On the Golden Griffin, Charlemagne was sleeping.
The Ming army has been besieged on the island and is in no hurry to launch an attack at this time.
Just let Wales hold them back, and then find an opportunity to annihilate them in one fell swoop.
Even if this Ming army is a tough nut to crack, it doesn’t matter. There is no water source or food on this island, and they will be trapped to death!
So Charlemagne had a comfortable sleep.
In his sleep, he seemed to see Queen Dosia coming to him with a romantic bouquet of red roses, docile like a little kitten...
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"
Charlemagne opened his eyes and said dissatisfied: "What's the noise about?"
"Your Excellency, the Flying Shark reported that enemy ships were found in the north, about sixty nautical miles away, and there are more than fifty ships!"
"Whose ship is it? Can you see clearly?"
Charlemagne suddenly became nervous and stopped thinking about the interruption of his dream.
"The Flying Shark was far away and I couldn't see it clearly. According to the description of the crew, it should be the Ming Dynasty fleet."
"Send the order, the Flying Shark will continue the investigation and pay close attention to the nearby waters!"
"Yes!"
Charlemagne put on his armor and came to the deck.
On the sea, the morning sun gradually rises, and the sea breeze blows on the face, just like Dosia's kiss, which is intoxicating.
"Notify all ships and all soldiers that the time has come for a decisive battle between the Eastern Roman Empire and the Ming Dynasty fleet. Be ready for battle, polish the artillery and muskets in your hands, raise the sails, and prepare for battle!"
The order was conveyed quickly, each ship shouted to each other, and all the soldiers were busy.
The Flying Shark has returned and brought back accurate news. There was indeed a fleet on the sea, about fifty to sixty ships in size. However, they dispersed fifty nautical miles away from here.<
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Charlemagne smiled again. If he faced fifty ships, he might have to consider whether to fight, but the other party actually separated!
It seems that God is taking care of himself.
"Go and inquire again!"
"Yes!"
In less than two hours, the Flying Shark returned again.
This time, they brought back exciting news: a large ship, with seven or eight small boats, was heading in their direction.
Other ships are relatively far away, and if they want to provide support, it will take at least an hour.
Charlemagne couldn't help but smile. Seven or eight ships, one hour, is enough!
However, the Flying Shark also brought back another news, that is, the big ship seemed different from ordinary ships.
Charlemagne ignored it. A ship is a ship. Even if it is different, it is still a ship after all.
Just like two people, even if their strength is very different, it is not easy for the stronger one to kill the weaker one.
Therefore, as long as it is a ship, no matter how advanced it is, it is impossible to compare one to ten or one to a hundred.
What's more, I personally killed three enemy ships, which is no different at all.
When it comes to the advantage of the Ming army, it is that their firearms are somewhat powerful.
The defenses he had worked so hard to build were blown to pieces by three medium-sized warships.
Not to mention the muskets, Wales fought fiercely with the Ming army with three times the strength, and the winner has not yet been determined.
The place where I am now is equivalent to a natural harbor. The ships of the Ming army need to turn around to see me.
However, when they see themselves, it will be their death.
The process of waiting was tense and exciting. I don’t know how long I waited. Finally, a huge mast appeared in sight.
Because it was blocked by the island, he could not see the Ming army's ships now, only the masts were slowly advancing.
"Fire!"
Charlemagne acted decisively and aimed his artillery at the front of the island.
The gunner lit the fuse, letting out white smoke.
This time was calculated very accurately. When the artillery was fired, the Ming army's ship happened to be leaning out from behind the island.
In other words, when the Ming army discovered itself, the artillery had already arrived.
Boom!
Boom!
The Golden Griffin was the first to fire, and dozens of shells flew out like meteors.
At the same time, the Ming army's ships finally sailed out from behind the island, revealing their true colors.
Big, too big!
This was Charlemagne's first impression of the ship in front of him.
Suddenly, he seemed to notice something was wrong.
The other party seems to have no sail?
How does that move forward?
Just when he was confused, the shell had hit the target, and then...
What?
Charlemagne's hole suddenly zoomed in, because he clearly saw that the cannonball hit the Ming army's ship, but there was no reaction at all.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
What's even more incredible is that the dark ship suddenly began to reflect a dazzling light under the sunlight.
Charlemagne suddenly realized that this was...iron armor...
The huge ship was emitting billowing black smoke, like a steel monster, slowly opening its fangs.