Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 443 The troops are approaching the city (Part )

The spindle-shaped warship was originally the most flexible and swift type of ship on inland rivers, but it was precisely because of its unique slender hull that it was easy to sway when it suddenly stopped and turned in the river. If several warships came together and turned around at the same time, they would be directly tangled up and no one could move.

A shuttle boat that was lucky enough not to be hit by the artillery fire collided with another boat that was traveling behind it due to the panic operation of the helmsman. Under the combined effect of the water flow and the collision, the bow of the boat arched up and pressed onto the deck of the other party, crushing dozens of long oars protruding from the belly of the boat.

Soldiers and sailors jumped into the water to escape. Those who were unfortunately hit by broken decks and collapsed masts and had their hands and feet broken could only scream and roll on the sinking deck, leaving behind eye-catching bloodstains.

The warship that Quick was on finally got out of the center of the river and was about to turn the bow to rush towards the shore, when suddenly he saw a ship that looked slightly smaller but was also dark iron ship rushing out from behind the huge enemy ship.

The enemy seemed to have set their sights on Quick, the "rat" that was about to leave the battle group, and was chasing them straight at an unimaginable speed.

Seeing that his own ship could not reach the shore as fast as the other side's pursuit, Quick, who was in despair, suddenly discovered that this ship did not seem to be equipped with that terrifying magic weapon.

He snatched the telescope from his deputy, looked carefully and found that the weapons that kept spewing flames were fixed at the stern and bow of the iron ship. Naturally, the weapons at the stern could not attack them from this angle... Several unarmored soldiers were gathered around the weapons at the bow, and seemed to be walking around anxiously.

There's something wrong with their magic weapon!
Quick took a deep breath and vaguely felt that his chance had come!

If he abandoned the ship and fled back to the capital, even if he managed to survive, he would be charged with a crime punishable by hanging for abandoning Duke Ralph and there would be no chance of him being granted a hereditary nobility.

The only chance was to launch a counterattack. Even if he could only sink or defeat one enemy ship, he could return and take it to the nobles in the royal court to claim credit - while other warships were sitting there waiting to die, at least he, Queek, could still fight bravely and risk his life to destroy an enemy ship.

This is the magic ship of the Mage Lord!

"Their magic weapons are ineffective! If you don't want to die, take up your bows and crossbows!" Quick screamed. "The enemies on the ship are flesh and blood just like us. They're not even wearing armor! Follow me aboard their ship and kill all these pariahs hiding in their shells!"

He slapped the purse at his waist as he spoke, "Anyone who comes aboard with me will be rewarded with a gold pound! And if you can kill an enemy, I will ask His Majesty's Chief Knight for a canonization ceremony on their behalf!"

Under the dual temptations of money and fame, these guards who were used to bullying the weak, extorting and looting in the royal capital became greedy. Even if it was not for the money, the promise of being knighted was enough for them to take a risk.

Just as the warship was about to collide head-on with the enemy ship, it flexibly turned sideways and came to the right side of the ironclad ship. The two ships were almost parallel in the river, only a few meters apart. The soldiers held up the flying ropes and long hooks commonly used in boarding operations, ready to quickly bring the two ships together and then board to fight.

At this moment, a row of soldiers dressed in black cloth stood on the deck of the enemy ship, all showing a very consistent expression - as if they were grinning with disdain.

Then, these black-clad soldiers raised the strange long silver iron pipes in their hands in unison.

Before Quinn could react, a blinding white light shot out from the front of the iron pipe!

Among the soldiers gathered on the deck preparing to board the ship, a cloud of blood mist suddenly rose up, and the flying mast fragments and blood splattered everywhere. The guards fell to the deck in unison like ears of wheat cut by an invisible sickle.

Those who reacted immediately began to tumble and seek cover. Many scrambled into the cabin. Quick himself, pulled by his deputy, huddled behind the massive mast, finding a moment to catch his breath. But soon, the hum of weapons intensified... Quick couldn't help but poke his head out slightly, and discovered that the enemy ship, mid-deck, had an unusually strange weapon—it looked very similar to the dragon flame throwers on the walls of the royal capital, only the nozzle was thicker and longer, and the fire was also orange-red.

The person standing behind the iron pipe was obviously an ordinary enemy soldier, but he didn't seem interested in aiming at the surviving enemies on the deck. Instead, he pushed the iron pipe weapon towards the hull below the deck with a cold face, moving slowly from left to right.

He wanted to attack the people hiding in the cabin through the thick hull!

The fact was just as Quick expected. The sound of the hull breaking was endless. Even through the deck, he could hear the horrific sound of flesh and blood being torn apart from the cabin. Those people in the bottom of the cabin didn't even have time to scream.

The direction pointed by the iron pipe seemed to be where the Grim Reaper swung his scythe. When it swept across the hull and aimed at the deck again, even the mast could not withstand this horrible magical attack and collapsed with a creaking sound.

Quick tried to dodge, and just as he rolled out of the direction where the mast fell, he was instantly covered by a dense rain of magic bullets.

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"My Lord, the soldiers responsible for cleaning up the battlefield fished out a body dressed in luxurious clothes from the river. It seems to be the enemy leader."

"Hmm..." Harvey stood on the deck of the main ship and glanced sideways. "Perhaps it's a noble from the capital, responsible for leading this fleet to intercept us."

In fact, Harvey didn't know any nobles at all. No matter how prominent their families were or how noble their status was, in his eyes they were all roughly divided into two categories.

One type is like the new Earl of Fagan, the Shepherd Knight, and Sir Ross, who can reform themselves and have certain training value.

There is another type of people like the one in front of us, who stubbornly resist and their fate is naturally to die on the battlefield or on the execution ground after a public trial.

Wayne walked forward to take a look with some confusion, then leaned over to Harvey and whispered, "Sir, this guy looks familiar. I think I've seen him before... It seems to be Duke Ralph!"

Harvey was speechless and said, "Really?"

"I carefully observed him through the alchemical scope of the sniper magic rifle. His figure and appearance are indeed similar to Duke Ralph." Wayne said with some regret. "It's a pity that Mr. Illusion Eye and Ms. Astrologer are not here, otherwise they would definitely recognize him."

"He's the Duke, so be it. There's no need to capture him alive anyway." Harvey waved his hand nonchalantly and gave Pierce an order, "We're very close to the royal capital, Jinhui City. Let our fleet sail at full speed. Tomorrow at dawn..."

Let us knock directly on the door of the royal capital.

(End of this chapter)