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218 Let it go

The small boat that hit the Dido made a shallow dent in the stern, and at the same time turned its own bow into a pile of flying debris. It drifted sideways and turned on the ice.

circle, and at the same time throw the people and materials carried away from the ship.

After it crossed a fan surface, it finally turned sideways and hit the side string of Dido, making a sound like the beating of a big bell. This loud sound attracted everyone's attention.

Polu, who was standing in the bridge, was surprised to see the small boat leaning on the side string, forming a step with the side string of the Dido that seemed to be able to be crossed in one step!

Bolu clicked the button decisively: "Attention everyone! The height difference between the boat and the side string is enough to climb! Pay attention to the suppression!"

The Dido itself is not a particularly large ship, and the deck height is not as high as that of cargo ships and cruise ships. But under normal circumstances, with the height of a small ship and the abilities of normal people, it is impossible to touch the side strings. But now

The lower half of the Dido was sealed in the ice, and the boat jumped onto the ice again, one after another, and finally formed this step that can be crossed with a slight jump!

"Chance!"

Finally got to this moment!

Stefano looked at the steps that suddenly descended from the sky, and felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart! He was about to call his soldiers to run towards the boat, when he heard the people on the deck shouting loudly, a heavy footsteps and his own

Almost simultaneously, they ran towards the position where they had just sided the string! This made his heart sink again.

The weapon that strafed the boat put too much pressure on him. With the average third-level warriors on hand, it was impossible to rush forward to have any effect! He retreated again. Although he was a man with tattoos and a bald head

, but he believes that fighting depends on the mind!

On the small boat, Gill, who was lying on the deck, shook his head, which was dazed from hitting the bulkhead. He glanced around, and his heart tightened: there were only a few people still moving.

He felt very lucky. He escaped from such a dense firepower net and survived the violent impact. But what should he do next? How can he win, or survive? This kind of battle has nothing to do with him.

It was different from any battle he had experienced before, and he couldn't keep up with his thoughts!

"What to do? Commander!?"

He shouted loudly, but no one answered him.

He had no choice but to stick his head out from the side of the boat to see what was going on around him. In the direction where he had just rushed onto the ice, the remaining ten or so small boats were speeding up with their heads held high, and suddenly there was a strange continuous sound above their heads.

The constant crashing sounds and the long tongues of fire passing over his head made him shrink his neck involuntarily and squat even lower.

He saw the boats that had just followed him maintaining high speed, raising their heads and hitting the edge of the ice. They bounced up hard and slid on their stomachs on the ice. Jill's pupils suddenly shrank, and the boat could only move in a straight line on the ice.

The sliding boat was enveloped in a sudden rise of white smoke. The shield flashed away, and debris flew from the hull. It slid straight towards him, and he hurriedly ran towards the other end!

Bang! The two boats collided together, and the violent shaking caused him to roll on the ground. He didn't stop until he hit something. Gil lay on the ground and felt it, and found that his body was still intact. He let out a sigh of relief.

He stood up against the wall and glanced at the boat whose bow was almost stretched out in front of him. There was a groan and scream coming from the boat.

This proves that there are many people alive on this boat.

"They're so lucky."

Jill thought in her mind.

After all, there are many small boats attacking in this wave, and the firepower of the shooting is naturally diluted - it takes time to break the shield and wipe out the infantry. The more targets appear at the same time in a unit of time, the more lucky ones will be.

Guys can survive such an attack.

Those unfortunate ones have become burning obstacles on the ice. As the boats rush onto the ice one after another, there are more and more wreckage on the ice, but there are also more and more places to hide.

It is impossible for a machine gun to spray water unlimitedly to hit every invisible blind spot.

The soldiers who were lucky enough to survive rolled down from the side of the boat and hid in the gap. There was no open space on the ice at the stern of the boat, but rushing towards the side would lead to a dead end. The remaining small boats were like one after another.

It crashed into the group of ships and gradually formed a wooden ground.

Leonardo looked at this wooden deck and couldn't believe it - neither the main gun nor the secondary gun could hit something at this angle, and the machine gun seemed a bit weak and wasteful to remove the wooden planks.

Besides, he had just driven the machine gun back to the secondary battery position. Now there was nothing worth hitting from the deck. These experienced enemies soon discovered the key to survival: don't be exposed, hide in.

in the gap.

"Captain, what should we do? We have absolutely nothing to do with them now. They are all hiding underneath, like mice."

"We can't get down, and they can't get up, so what are we afraid of? They are the attackers, so they should be anxious."

Leonardo's expression was very calm: the Dido's hull was so strong that even if he were allowed to come, he would not be sure to open a passage that would allow people to pass without the tools at his disposal. Open a big hole and an eye.

The level of difficulty is really not on the same level.

What made him even more calm was the structure inside the hull - each watertight compartment was not connected to each other and could only communicate with each other through the passage on the upper deck. The crew had already hid in the armored ammunition depot and engine room, and could cut through this steel plate with their bare hands.

If a thick boss comes, the whole ship won't be enough for him to fight.

So what else is there to worry about?

In the gap under the dark boat, the surviving enemies were gathering. After falling off the deck, they instinctively moved towards the bottom of the fortress wall.

One person shouted: "Stefano! You have been up here for so long! Haven't the planks of the ship been dug out yet?"

"If you think it's okay, do it yourself!"

A deformed crowbar was thrown in front of him. Stefano pointed to a small crack cut in the steel plate. The man picked up the crowbar and pushed it into the crack! A violent vibration came from

His arms reached to the roots of his teeth! He found that there was nothing he could do!

He still refused to give up and knocked on the steel plate. As he moved, he knocked on every steel plate around him. With each piece he knocked on, his face became darker: "Damn, why are they all the same thickness?"

!Aren’t they free of charge for their iron!? Use such a thick steel plate to build a ship’s hull? How many sets of armor are these! What should I do! It’s impossible to pry open the steel plate with this thickness!”

"I have no choice but to fight from the deck!"

"Where's the little alchemist? Let him use Shape to cut and see?"

"Everyone was left on the big ship!"

"Fuck, then I'll lead people from the side strings and rush forward to get within hand-to-hand distance. It's better than going in from the stern deck. But we also need to harass the stern!"

"good!"

The man left, and Stefano took his few remaining soldiers and hid at the stern of the ship: "You must not rush up until I call you later! Just let that fool Tasaji rush up by himself!

We have frozen the ship, the mission is accomplished, the rest is their job! Unless there is a perfect opportunity, we will stay here!"

Several soldiers nodded to indicate that they understood. They climbed up to the stern of the boat and squatted half-way under the steps. Stefano looked at the people in front of him, and then looked back at everything in front of him. He couldn't help but feel so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

For this attack, more than half of his personal soldiers have been lost!

These brave and skilled warriors are definitely not cannon fodder resources used to distract such attacks!

If I had known better, I would have sent more slave soldiers! No matter how many died, I wouldn’t feel bad!

He never thought that he would encounter such a terrible attack. He never thought that he would have to bear such a degree of losses. Those terrible weapons kept roaring, throwing things like spears from a distance, so far away

, so cruel, so violent!

Now more than half of his capital for settling down has been burned on the sea. These are not slave legions that can be pulled out casually. These loyal, brave, ferocious, and fearless warriors have already suffered heavy losses without even seeing the enemy.

If the wreckage had not been scattered, but the corpses had been gathered together, this scene alone would have been enough to cause morale to collapse!

Stefano watched Tassaji climb up the side of the boat with the tower shield. At this time, he could completely suppress the ladder by extending the weapon from the side of the ship, but nothing happened, which made him a little bit

Strange: "What are the enemies waiting for? Use that fire-breathing weapon to sweep them from the side, and no one will survive."

Tassaji put the tower shield on his chest and held the machete in his hand. He came under the side of the ship. They looked at each other and nodded. The warrior without the tower shield squatted down and let the warrior with the tower shield step on him.

's back.

"When I say jump, let's jump together! Don't hesitate when you jump on the deck, just rush into the melee!"

These few people nodded.

"Jump!"

Gil, who had been temporarily grabbed to rest on his back, felt a light sensation on his back. As soon as he raised his head, he heard a terrible sound on the deck, like the sound of autumn wind sweeping through fallen leaves! A burst of red mist was blown down from the deck, and Gil shrank.

Shrinking his neck, he turned back and leaned against the guardrail. Suddenly, he found half a face in the sticky debris - this half of the face had just climbed onto the deck on his shoulders.

He couldn't control it anymore. He vomited and screamed hysterically. He kicked his legs and crawled in using his hands and feet towards the small gap under the side of the ship.

Stefano also saw Tassaji just climbing up the side string with the tower shield. Just as he was about to rush into the crowd, the weapon in front of him rang. The tower shield in his hand was of no use at all.

He was licked into gas by the tongues of fire spurted by those strange weapons, and flew upside down. His Adam's apple twitched twice, and he struggled to hold back a sentence:

"Get down! Wait! There's no way to get to this place!"

This attack is too ferocious and cannot be resisted by a human body! It would be great if there were warriors of the giant commander level - their giant shields like door panels would definitely be able to block this torrential attack!

However, there is really no way to lead such an attack with giants - their size and weight are too huge, and it is impossible to get them on a boat!

Even before launching the attack, their conspicuous figures could be spotted several kilometers away!

"There is no other way. Gather everyone together. Arrange people on both sides and at the stern of the boat. Just like before, rush forward all at once to spread the attack power!"

No matter which way you look at it, the attack cannot stop. If you can't win on this battlefield, you can't even escape! Stefano decided to give it a try!

After a while, the trembling soldiers were taken to various scheduled attack sites. Stefano's personal soldiers drove them behind them. They looked at each other until Stefano let out a roar.

: "Start attacking! Go!"

The ordinary soldiers climbed onto the side of the ship in despair.

A muffled thunderous sound echoed on the deck.


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