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"Fight for Angelos!!!"

The Extreme Marines roared and adopted the same tactics: charge and fire!

Under the yelling and whipping of the Janissaries, countless elven slaves swung their arms wildly, shook their oars, and pushed the huge ships over 40 meters in length to tear through the sea and charge forward. On the decks and towers, cannons fired deadly ammunition with deafening roars!

In an instant, the fierce artillery fire from both sides intertwined into a deadly barrage over the sea. One after another, several kilograms of heavy shells poured down on the enemy like a violent storm. Almost all of the shells missed, and dozens of meters high waves exploded on the noisy sea surface! The huge warship was extremely small in front of the waves, and was trembling wildly under the push. The crew on the deck were soaked by the waves.

When the two fleets were less than a kilometer apart, the accuracy of the Venetian artillery fire increased significantly. Shell after shell accurately hit the Ottoman warships, shaking the hulls and scattering wood. The Janissaries, who had been trained for decades, were torn to pieces by the artillery fire in an instant. The entire sea surface was painted a deadly red by hundreds of cannons that kept firing, and thick fog covered the sun.

, soaring into the sky!

When the two fleets were less than 200 meters apart, the Genoese only sank a few small boats. Although the warships were damaged, they all maintained their combat effectiveness. In contrast, the Ottoman fleet had been paralyzed, and five galleys were sunk. Countless small boats were destroyed, and many of the surviving large ships were dying due to serious injuries. The huge gap between the two navies was first revealed in the first bombardment.

"Ramp the enemy ship! Prepare to board!!!"

Ji Liman's heart was bleeding. What the hell was this naval battle? The Janissaries that she had carefully trained were drowned and killed before the battle even started. The remaining people didn't look very good either. They were seasick and vomited on a large scale on the bumpy sea. But it didn't matter. As long as they rushed over and boarded the ship, the Venetians were no match for her.

"Ramp the enemy ship! Prepare to board! No matter how strong those Janissaries are, they can't immediately adapt to fighting on the bumpy sea! According to the intelligence of the Knights, the commander of the 13th Legion is the weakest among the 18 Ottoman Legions! Close combat will be effective against us!"

Dandolo gave orders in an orderly manner, asking his ships to fire and charge at the same time!!!

Chapter 266: Lineup Execution

Under the orders of the commanders of both sides, the rowers, either motivated by glory and money or threatened by death and whips, desperately swung their arms and paddled, allowing hundreds of ships of all sizes to continue to speed up and ram into the enemy ships with unparalleled ferocity!

Neither side backed down. Hundreds of warships tore through the sea and rushed towards each other at full speed. Bronze rams as thick as beams and pillars were looming on the choppy sea.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters!

"boom!!!"

The bows of the warships collided heavily with the sounds of bronze colliding, wood tearing and waves rushing. The huge jolts made the sailors on both sides fall to their knees and lie prone on the deck, unable to keep their balance. Hundreds of unlucky guys were blown away and fell into the sea, causing a few small ripples on the already turbulent sea. The protruding bows of both sides were torn into pieces by the enemy's ramming horns. A large amount of sharp wood debris, accompanied by the shock wave, splashed in all directions, tearing scarlet blood marks on the exposed skin of the soldiers and pirates.

Under the huge inertia, the two ships that had collided heavily were still moving forward! The tattered bows were lifted up by the kinetic energy and inertia, and slowly left the sea surface, like two bloodthirsty tigers standing up, entangled with their front claws, and tearing each other apart.

After a long while, the tattered bows of some warships were barely shifted to the left and right with the creaking sound of wood, and at the same time slammed heavily into the sea, splashing thousands of green waves. When the deck was parallel to the sea surface again, the sides of the two ships were almost sticking together.

Other ships were simply capsized by the violent impact. Hundreds of sailors screamed, wailed, and cried, and fell into the sea like dumplings, struggling to their death in the rough sea.

"Fight for Anglos!"

"Dandolo is eternal!!!"

Accompanied by deafening roars from both sides, hooks were thrown over from the ships of both sides, tightly holding the other side's side, and boarding boards were sandwiched in the gap between the two giant ships. The Venetian sailors, dressed in cloth, holding wooden shields and scimitars, launched a charge in high spirits.

The Janissaries of the 13th Legion were clad in iron armor, the front-row soldiers were holding spears and large shields, and the back-row soldiers were holding bows and arrows. Each of them was extremely heavy, but due to large-scale seasickness, their combat effectiveness declined, but they were still extremely powerful. Before the Venetians could rush over, they were shot into sieves by rain of arrows. Their corpses were intertwined with blood and fell into the rough sea, splashing bloody waves.

The two sides were bathed in a rain of arrows, fighting fiercely, spears thrust out fiercely, scimitars raised high, and feather arrows whistled out! The Ottomans' boarding boards were extremely wide, and there were even assistants on both sides, which greatly guaranteed the safety of the heavily armored soldiers. Although they were seasick and vomited, the quality of the Janissaries was there, and the double elite Angelos were even more fierce.

The two sides boarded each other and fought in close combat for a while. Dandolo was surprised to find that the advantage he had in long-range artillery fire was gradually equalized by the Janissaries in close combat. His own Venetian sailors were suppressed by the seasick Janissaries. Guilliman personally led a group of Angelos to form an elite boarding force, and were advancing towards the Venetian flagship!

On the left side of the battlefield was the battleground where the Roman Navy and the Genoese Navy were competing. The tactics of the Genoese fleet were no different from those of the Ottomans and Venice. A large number of galleys fired fiercely with their bow guns while advancing and charging rapidly. Even the large caravels were used in this way.

Looking at the enemy fleet galloping towards them, Aenarion issued his own orders: All nine carracks turned left, and all gunners moved to the starboard side, ready to fire!!!

"Warmaster, this is not a good idea. The broadside is the largest and most vulnerable part of a ship. If we turn like this, the probability of our fleet being bombarded will greatly increase, and we may even be directly exposed to the ramming of enemy ships! Our nine caravels will be torn to pieces by the Genoese!"

Giovanni was a little surprised and immediately asked

opinion.

“The most dangerous moment is often also the greatest opportunity.”

Aenarion commanded calmly.

"Don't forget, my Black Sea Fleet Admiral, each of our caravels has forty 12-pound stone-throwing cannons on either side of the broadside, some of which have been upgraded to 12-pound or even 24-pound integrated cannons. There are also twenty mortars on the deck that can fire anywhere at any time.

As long as the ship turns sideways, we have 90 artillery pieces of various colors to coordinate the bombing! This firepower density can only be achieved by 9 old-fashioned galleys combined! But our fleet only occupies the sea area required by galleys. With such a terrifying firepower density, how do you know it won’t work if you don’t try it? "

Giovanni swallowed nervously. Past experience and tactics told him that what Aenarion was doing was extremely dangerous.

But what if? His own war commander was not sure if he was a prophet, but he had been frantically stacking the number and power of the warships' artillery. If this strategy succeeded, the Romans would create the most terrifying artillery strike in the history of world naval warfare.

"Everyone! Turn left!"

Giovanni made up his mind and chose to believe. All the caravels were placed in front of the Genoese ships. At this moment, the Genoese fleet was still 1.5 kilometers away from them. They seized the opportunity when the Aenarion fleet turned and launched a fierce bombardment, but due to the distance and the density of artillery fire, only a few shells hit the hull and were immediately repaired by the sailors, failing to cause decisive damage.

When the Genoese fleet rushed to 800 meters away, the nine Roman warships completed their turn and lined up horizontally in a row. There were 360 ​​cannons and 180 mortars with their muzzles calibrated, aiming at the Genoese 800 meters away.

"Aim at the ship in front and fire!!!"

Aenarion gave the order, and in an instant, 540 cannons opened fire collectively under the control of the zombies. In an instant, the endless explosions set off a huge wave on the sea. 540 iron bullets of different sizes, like the sickle of the god of death, whistled and tore through the sky, and like a bunch of black lightning, they exploded at the bow of the enemy ship! European naval warfare tactics have remained in the era of the Roman Republic. At best, the ships are getting bigger and bigger, the hulls are getting thicker, and the heavy firepower such as catapults and scorpion crossbows have been replaced by artillery.

And now Aenarion showed them the most horrible sight they had ever seen.

With a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, Aenarion began the first round of artillery fire. After nearly six hundred cannons fired at the same time, the entire blue sky was obscured by thick smoke, and the air was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder. The blue sea was dyed bloody by the flames, as if the entire battlefield and the sea were boiled by the flames of war!

The five leading galleys could not withstand such intensive and intense bombardment. With loud noises that echoed across the sea, two galleys were directly disintegrated by the intensive artillery fire. The remains of the ships and sailors were scattered everywhere, evenly covering the nearby sea surface.

The remaining three galleys were also riddled with holes from the bombardment. Countless soldiers were rubbing their hands together, ready to board the ships, but in the next second they were smashed into meat paste with the whistling sound of artillery shells and evenly spread on the deck.

The hulls of the three large ships trembled, wailed, and began to collapse and disintegrate weakly. Strips of valuable wood broke and were damaged, pieces of sturdy wooden boards fell apart, and towering masts collapsed. Sea water instantly poured into the cabins, submerging the ankles, knees, waists, and even throats of the rowers!

The massive damage to the hull made the entire ship extremely unstable. The hull either fell vertically to the sea surface or tilted horizontally and submerged. The soldiers who did not die in the artillery bombardment were also swayed by the impact of the shells and the tilted hull. They struggled helplessly, screamed, called for help, and tried to keep their balance, but to no avail. They could only watch their warship slowly capsize and sink.

What was even more terrifying was that because of the damage to the five warships, five huge whirlpools that swallowed everything appeared on the sea. Other ships had to bypass this sea area before they could approach the Roman bombardment ships.

Aenarion knew that the maneuverability of the carrack was not as good as that of the galley in the inland sea, so he used his galley as bait and cannon fodder to hinder the enemy from approaching, and then the carrack equipped with a large number of artillery continued to fire! With a firing rate of one round every five minutes, the devastating artillery salvos were launched again and again. The unprecedented density of artillery fire shocked the blue ocean, not to mention the water surface, even the sky turned into a crimson color mixed with artillery fire and blood, which greatly shocked the Genoese and Ottoman armies.

They knew that artillery was useful, but they had not expected that once the number of artillery exceeded a certain critical value, it would become so terrifying! Even the Galleon, known as the sea fortress, was easily torn to pieces. Every time Aenarion's fleet concentrated its firepower, it could cause devastating damage to five or six large ships.

However, the Genoese sailors also keenly discovered Aenarion's biggest weakness. His ships have extremely powerful firepower, but lack maneuverability. As long as we can get there, as long as we can turn the war into boarding, we can achieve the final victory!

Chapter 267: The Four-Colored Dragon Queen

"Everyone! Use your mobility to spread out, spread out! Then at full speed

Charge, prepare to board!"

Gallywix was riding his flagship, hiding far behind, and ordered his ships to attack at full speed. The experienced Genoese captains were indeed powerful. They quickly determined the current situation and the direction of the wind on the battlefield. The huge galleys used two rows of huge oars to sail against the wind, trying to avoid the terrifying artillery fire.

This trick is indeed a bit troublesome for the caravel. This kind of large ship powered purely by sails has to take a winding "Z"-shaped route if it wants to go against the wind, while a paddle boat can just row in a straight line, and its maneuverability is far behind.

The other galleys chose to go with the wind or even charge directly - this kind of intensive firepower that could instantly destroy the galleys could only be achieved if all the enemy's cannons fired at one area at the same time. As long as we were spread out enough, there would always be a ship that could rush into their faces!

"Stop them!"

Giovanni ordered his ships to intercept quickly. The small boats roared and rammed the Genoese ships head-on, intercepting them in the ocean to prevent them from getting close. The ships collided with each other extremely fiercely, and the soldiers on the ships immediately drew their swords and began to fight in hand-to-hand combat.

However, their navy was too weak after all. Only the top force could compete with Genoa. The number of sailors and small boats was far from enough. Hundreds of ships were pouring in from all directions like a pack of wolves, and they could not be stopped at all. After two rounds of bombing, which sank eight Galleons, some small boats took advantage of the five-minute reloading gap between each bombing and rushed over!

"Artemisia! Mariana! All fleets are now under your command. Indrognir! Take me into the air! I'll buy you time to fire and reload!"

Aenarion roared and gave orders, handing over the command of the fleet to two Slaanesh pirates whom he trusted. Then, a four-headed dragon suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and with the storm stirred up by its wings, it drew a colorful and magnificent curve in the air and swooped down towards the ship closest to it!

The shadows of the four-colored dragon queen's wings covered the tops of the ships. The four pairs of eyes were like ghosts from hell, flashing four completely different colors of horror. Just looking into their eyes would make people foam at the mouth and unable to breathe.

"Dragon, dragon!!!"

The Genoese screamed in fear. The threat posed by a giant dragon to the wooden warships was obvious. The four huge mouths of Indrognir simultaneously spewed out terrifying dragon breaths with four attributes of fire, ice, electricity and acid. The four completely different energy breaths were like four sickles of the god of death, whistling and sweeping across the oncoming fleet. The warships were instantly swallowed up by the four colorful breaths!

The blazing red dragon fire roared out like a wave, completely covering the second ship. The terrifying heat wave instantly raised the temperature of the entire battlefield. For a moment, the hull was knocked over by the storm spewed by the dragon. The wet wood and sails were quickly evaporated by the flames and then burned. The billowing smoke and the exploding dragon fire rushed straight into the sky! The burning hull fragments flew everywhere, and the violent flames spread along the hull. In just a few seconds, the entire ship was engulfed in a raging sea of ​​fire.

The soldiers of the fleet fled the ship in panic, trying to avoid the dragon's breath. However, the flames were everywhere, and they were surrounded by hot air currents and burning wood, unable to find a safe shelter. Screams and cries for help echoed in the sea of ​​fire, full of fear and despair. Soldiers threw away their armor and weapons and jumped into the sea to escape, but the nearby sea was also boiled by the terrifying high temperature generated by the dragon's flames. Soldiers were scalded to death in the boiling sea water, and the entire sea surface was filled with a burnt smell.

The other three types of dragon flames, although not as violent and terrifying as the red dragon fire, were no less powerful. The electric current from the blue dragon's head spread wantonly on the wet deck. From a distance, half of the boat was lifted off, covered by the sudden current. The current, comparable to the power of nature, instantly penetrated the human body, bringing severe pain and destruction. More than half of the rowers instantly lost their balance, wailing and kneeling on the ground, their bodies twitching violently, their muscles spasming, and their faces distorted. As if controlled by an invisible force, the terrifying current, like a raging flame, raged wildly in the human body, making their blood boil and burn, their weak blood vessels ruptured one after another, and their internal organs charred and collapsed. Smoke and burnt stench filled the air, and the aftermath of the current raged around.

After losing most of the rowers, the entire warship was paralyzed on the sea.

The white dragon's frost breath brought severe cold and despair. The scorching summer temperature dropped rapidly to below freezing. The rowers were shivering with cold, and white hot mist was sprayed out when they breathed. The sea surface swept by the white dragon's frost and snow froze and solidified, trapping a galley and a small boat in the ice, unable to move.

The acid mist spewed by the green dragon caused the wood of a battleship to gradually dissolve and collapse. Some soldiers accidentally touched the acid mist wrapped in the storm, and their fair skin quickly festered, revealing large patches of pink muscle. The muscle also quickly dissolved into a pink viscous liquid, dripping weakly downwards, revealing the white bones deeper inside. Large groups of rowers were directly decomposed into white bones in the acid mist spewed by the green dragon!

Indrognir fired a volley of dragon breath, burning two warships and paralyzing five warships. The carrack behind fired another volley at the five warships paralyzed by the dragon's breath, using extremely fierce

The artillery fire tore them into pieces. The ammunition depot of a ship was hit by the fierce artillery fire and exploded directly. With a deafening roar, a huge red firework exploded on the sea. The burning charred corpses and ship fragments, dragging black tail smoke, splashed in all directions.

Suddenly, Aenarion heard a bell-like laughter, and Miaoying turned into a black dragon the size of a venomous snake and flew over. She curiously watched her mother burning the ship with dragon breath, and tried to use dragon breath to spit it herself. The dragon breath of this girl was thunder that symbolized the power of heaven, but it was very strange. It was not the ordinary golden thunderbolt, nor the azure lightning constructed by arcane. Instead, it was a very strange black and white color. The power was very small, but people hit by the black and white thunder would often fall to the ground immediately and twitch.

"Kill that dragon! Kill that dragon now!!!"

The trade prince was so angry that he stamped his feet and cursed at Indrognir that was spitting out water wildly in the sky.

But the next second, the dragon actually rushed directly towards his flagship, Forget-Your-Troubles Palace!

Aenarion frowned. There were too many Genoese ships. Even if he and Indrognir blocked them together, they could only delay the time for the Genoese to board the ships.

He was not afraid of this. His Rich Zombies were very weak, but extremely heavy. With their defense and life at full capacity, he could completely delay the attack until the Venetians defeated the Ottoman fleet and came to support them.

But the problem was that the Venetians simply could not quickly defeat the Ottoman fleet. They did have a huge advantage in long-range firepower, but when the naval battle there developed into boarding and boarding, the Janissaries actually gained the upper hand.

"Damn it, Dandolo is unreliable, Miaoying! Go back! It's dangerous here, your mother and I will go..."

Aenarion's words came to an abrupt end. Several Genoese ships that had originally rushed towards their own fleet began to turn around and return to defense. A large number of Genoese crossbowmen and musketeers hurriedly stood on the deck and fired rapidly into the sky. Countless arrows were flying in the sky like steel clouds, blocking the retreat of one man and two dragons.

"Forget it! Come here quickly!"

Aenarion grabbed the beautiful shadow that flew over obediently and swooped down from the sky on Indrognir!

Chapter 268: Devil's Sacrifice

"Roar!!!"

With a deafening roar, Indrognir spewed four completely different crazy dragon flames at the largest and most luxuriously decorated galley. In an instant, red flames, white ice, blue lightning, and green acid mist turned into a raging wave of flames intertwined with four colors, completely engulfing the Forget-Sorrows Palace! Countless Genoese sailors and soldiers were either frozen into ice sculptures, burned into charcoal, dissolved into pools of meat soup in the acid mist, or killed on the spot by lightning, and their dead flesh trembled wildly.

Gallywix tore open a teleportation scroll and tried to escape, but he didn't expect that a golden spear embroidered with the Eastern Roman flag came whistling down from the sky and directly shot and killed one of his hired guards, nailing him to the deck. The blood-stained golden spear shaft trembled slightly in the air, making a terrifying metallic hum. The storm brought about by the dragon's breath made the red flag with four betas printed on it flutter.

Spear of Dionysus!

The anti-teleportation array on the Roman flag turned the teleportation scroll in the fat goblin's hand into a piece of waste paper. Just as he was in panic, Aenarion fell from the dragon's back like a meteor, and slammed heavily on the deck of the Forget-Me-Not Palace. The huge impact made the whole ship shake slightly, and a skeleton giant burning with purple flames, accompanied by a deafening roar, rose up in the flames and smoke, and four huge skeleton arms covered the sky and the sun, which was breathtaking.

And the person protected by his ribs even has six arms!

"Gallywix! Your old guest is here!!!"

Aenarion strode out of the deck ravaged by dragon flames. Thanks to the pet contract, he was now immune to the four elements of fire, ice, lightning, and acid. The dragon's breath could not hurt him at all. In the high temperature of thousands of degrees Celsius, he could walk leisurely as if walking on flat ground.

"This time, I want to buy your head! How much? Name your price!"

"Stop him! Stop him! Stop him quickly! Where are the other ships? Come here!!!"

Gallywix screamed in panic. Many of the guards and mercenaries he had bought at great expense were burned to death by the dragon's breath. The remaining elite troops rushed forward and charged towards Aenarion!

Aenarion and Indragnir divided the work. Indragnir took Wonderful Shadow to burn the ships that rushed to rescue him, while Aenarion went alone and vowed to take Gallywix's head in this decapitation operation.

The Genoese and the Ottomans are really amazing. The Ottoman navy is weak, but the group has an exaggerated number of elites. Lion has five hundred Death Wing veterans, Guilliman has an even larger ever-victorious army, and the private guards of other legion commanders are more terrifying than each other. If he were responsible for fighting the Thirteenth Legion, Aenarion would never execute the decapitation tactics. He can't win, he simply can't win.

But the Genoese were the opposite. The navy was very scary, but the group elites... at least in Aenarion's opinion, they were much easier to beat than the Yeniceri. He took a quick look and found that there were still more than 4 mercenaries who were not killed by the dragon's breath. Most of them were warriors of level 8 to , all equipped with extremely expensive Gothic plate armor, and there were only three spellcasters.

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by burning

The burning hot wind and the trembling air, three beams of flames whistled and tore through the air, hitting the purple flame giant one after another, but failed to harm it in the slightest. Under the astonished gaze of the mage, a pair of purple giant hands suddenly crossed the distance of twelve meters, grabbed it, and pulled it back to Aenarion.

Six demonic arms wielded six sharp blades, drawing six perfect arcs in the air, precisely chopping off his limbs, head, and waist, and slicing him into seven pieces in the splattering blood! The remains of his limbs, flesh, and internal organs and intestines that slipped out of his chest, dragging the blood and splashing in all directions.

One!

Aenarion stared at the other two spellcasters who posed the greatest threat to him with a fierce look. Six warriors rushed over, swinging their swords and hammers at him, but they were unable to penetrate the protection of the psychic bones! A mercenary knight looked at his enchanted sword in disbelief. The blade of the sword was broken directly because of the chopping of the giant covered with psychic armor and Slaanesh flames!

Q: In the extraordinary magic world, what does it take to be unrivaled in a one-on-one duel? Magic that can damage a large area? Unrivaled strength?

The answer is defense. As long as your defense can be stacked to the level of Lion, the Lord of the First Legion, or Aenarion, the Eastern Roman war marshal, you can still defeat the enemy's main general in the age of firearms.

"roll!!!"

Aenarion's eyes burst into brilliant psychic light, and the two fully armed knights also flashed with purple halos. Driven by Aenarion's will, they flew high into the sky and smashed towards the second wizard like meteors!

But at this moment, his spell suddenly failed. Looking back, he saw that the two mages used a spell counter, which made his spell fail halfway through. Aenarion used a mind split and cast a spell together with the skeleton giant who was protecting him. He used two demon eye ridges at the same time, and the two mages used one each to counter his spell at the same time.

Aenarion narrowed his eyes. At this moment, more and more soldiers rushed over. The two mages saw that they had too much elemental resistance. Fortunately, they gave up attacking and instead continuously dispelled and countered magic, destroying their own casting ability, and then let a bunch of mercenary knights try to kill them?

"call out!!!"

Aenarion quickly changed his combat mode, and the six transformed blades became five one-handed warhammers. He fought with all his might, and the five warhammers smashed down on the surrounding knights like a violent storm, leaving deathly dents on their full body armor. However, the weapons of those knights were simply unable to tear apart Aenarion's psychic defense.

The last blade of transformation turned into a two-meter-long spear, which he threw out fiercely. The spear flew in the air, spinning and piercing the second mage with a scream! He couldn't dodge in a hurry, so he tried to teleport away, but was blocked by the Roman flag tied to the Spear of Dionysus. He could only watch the spear grow bigger and bigger in his pupils, and his whole head was pierced by the spear, and he was fixed on the deck!

"You have the ability to counter this!"

Aenarion drew out the Sword of Khaine with his free arm, wielded the five hammers with one sword, and strode towards the last mage. Those plate-armored knights tried their best but could not stop his advance and were knocked to the ground one after another by the five hammers!

The last mage widened his eyes in fear, looking at the Roman war marshal bathed in blood and the burning skeleton giant, stepping on the corpses like a nightmare, getting closer and closer to him!

"what!!!"

The wizard screamed in terror, dropped his staff in fear, and jumped over the side of the ship to escape. Seeing that the wizard was too frightened to use magic, Aenarion used a Death Grip to accurately catch the wizard who jumped into the sea to escape, and pulled him back in front of him.