Extraordinary Voyage Chapter 335: Voodoo doll and psychic warrior
Chapter 335 Voodoo Dolls and Psychic Warriors
I was full of expectations for Boris' performance. When I saw the results of the battle, Ivan couldn't help but shine.
Talent!
Absolute talent!
In addition to its own outstanding artillery training and command ability, this personal "ocean secret treasure" also allows the battleship's attack power to be improved instantly.
This is conceivable for the attractiveness of Aiwen, who suffers from the "phobia of lack of firepower" in his bones.
If Boris and his "Artillery Command Knife" are allowed to stay, it will definitely be even more powerful for the "Storm Horn".
And Ivan learned about it in a previous conversation with Boris.
He has served in the two naval bases in the New World for at least 20 years and knows all aspects of the New World. The spheres of influence of each family, the people of the wind, the customs, the secret sects, the dangerous places... are all treasured.
If it weren't for some arrogance and arrogance, the temper was a bit cold and straightforward, even if he was just an ordinary official knight, he wouldn't be a major when he was 40 years old.
Although he didn't want to say it himself, Ivan also guessed Boris' current status quo or predicament under the side effects.
The kingdom’s hometown has no relatives, and his wife died young. Only in the Yuanfanling of the Emore family, there is a seriously ill son waiting for his care.
It is very likely that this is the main reason why he plans to retire at his peak.
Captain Ivan, who didn't get much involved in the whole battle, stood on the stern, lowered his head and looked as if he saw the artillery expert through the deck.
"I have to think of a way to dispel his thoughts of retiring. Let him stay at ease and send (dang) light (niu) (zuo) heat (ma) for the'Storm Horn'!"
However, Ivan knew that the crux of this issue was not in this boat, nor in Major Boris himself, but in the little Boris who was in the far sail.
I temporarily suppressed my thoughts and issued a new order:
"Bass, the air force strikes!"
"Understood!"
Shoo! call out! call out! call out! ...
The six white seagulls each grabbed a red ball in their paws and quickly lifted into the air, and flew over the remaining three pirate ships in the blink of an eye.
Threw the red ball in his hand accurately.
Boom——
The burst of the ball released a large "sticky" dark red flame, which added another fire to the three pirate ships that had already started burning like a tarsus maggot.
In order to cooperate with the current "Seabird Bomber" tactics, before this departure, both the "Cape Storm" ammunition bay or Ivan's "Magic Pocket" had been loaded with a large number of alchemy bombs by him.
Almost wiped out the inventory of the base for many years, which was enough to fight a few tough battles.
Ivan’s idea is very simple. If you have the right to dominate the air, you don’t have to fight with the bayonet closely. Isn’t it a club?
Especially when dealing with human surface targets, the aircraft carrier incarnation of "Storm Horn" is definitely an enemy's nightmare!
The types of "bombs" are also different in different situations. From alchemy bombs, all kinds of weird potions to...
The red ball thrown by the white seagull.
It was a masterpiece of "Alchemy School"-"Pixie" produced on board after Aiwen was promoted to an official wizard and purchased raw materials urgently.
When he was fighting the "Murder", Anthony used it once, and almost burned to death the murderers who were close to the second-tier peak.
The cost is not high and the power is huge, but the production process is too dangerous. Only formal wizards have the qualifications and ability to produce.
This also caused this kind of powerful "incendiary" with a cute name, and it has not been as popular as an alchemy bomb, a big killer that can be assembled by apprentices and even trained ordinary people.
When the military considers power, production efficiency, stability and reliability are of course also important reference factors.
However.
Looking at the sailboat burning rapidly on the sea until only its frame was left, Ivan did not relax completely.
Although there hasn't been much naval battle with human transcendents recently, Aiwen, the naval battle code of the navy, will not forget.
Although the ship was destroyed, most of the ordinary crew must have been killed.
But the transcendent is not necessarily.
The resistance of bullets in the water is 800 times that of the air. The range of modern rifles in the air is about 2000 meters, but there may be only two meters left in the water.
Of course, the spherical shells fired by the smoothbore guns are almost useless after entering the water.
So, in the artillery battle on the sea.
If you see something impossible to do, and the transcendents on the ship abandon their pirate ship and the crew and hide in the water, they are very likely to survive.
Then Aiwen ordered:
"All the main deck gun crew, load the grape shells! Add the skid!"
The artillery on the two battleships quickly used a lever to pry up the stern of the cannon and stuffed it into a triangular wooden block to lower the muzzle towards the sea.
"Sailor Captain! The Marine Corps is ready!"
Wow..Wow..Wow..
Amidst the sound of footsteps like running water, the sailors armed with muskets have lined up on both sides of the battleship where they are most likely to be attacked by the enemy from the sea.
Then the two battleships approached the direction where the pirate fleet originally stayed, one left and the other right, aiming to kill all the fish that slipped through the net.
Of course, the two battleships can also turn around and leave.
There is no land or fresh water in the far sea. Even the sporadic survivors are likely to drown themselves in the sea.
But in the world where Weili belongs to him, everything is possible.
For example, "Tide Messenger" Jasmine, the captain of the "Golden Horned Deer", has the ability to survive alone in the distant sea. It is not safe to count on the sea to kill the extraordinary.
........
"Bah! Damn navy, my fifth-tier ship!"
The captain of the "Sturgeon" pirate ship, Joe Brie, has judged from experience that after at least two battleships ambush him, he has decisively abandoned his pirate ship and jumped directly into the sea with a few fierce pirate cadres.
However.
Sure enough, there was only a wrong name, no wrong nickname.
Even at the present moment, the most distressed thing about "The Greedy" Jobry is the Tier 5 ship belonging to "The Butcher" Mallory.
Beside him, several other survivors noticed that the shelling had stopped, and they resurfaced.
The Anuma captain "Ghoul" Mopilti and his three equally dark-skinned compatriots, alone in the water for such a long time, there is still a third of the drunk "Butcher" Mallory .
"Hehe, the battleship and companions are really unreliable."
The bloodshot eyes tried to open and scan around, grinning strangely.
I don't know where his smile is.
Even.
I didn't care about the **** side face that was shaved off because of his slow response to excessive drinking.
The mind is elusive, making everyone stay away from Mallory.
This time.
Adding the two remaining pirate cadres from the "Sturgeon", there are only eight people left in the pirate fleet that can surface to meet.
"I don't know if the navy has gone, and there is not even a long boat left. It's not enough if there is no fresh water and no food.
And... staying alone and helpless with these two weird guys, I'm afraid it will be dangerous. "
Jobbury, who considered himself a normal person, soon realized that compared with Tier 5 ships that slowly burned into an empty shell and began to sink, what he needed to care about should actually be survival.
Especially when one of these companions is hungry, or when someone is crazy and has no alcohol, you need to be more careful.
"Wait! They haven't left yet, let's hurry..."
His sight was blocked, but the senses of the transcendent let them hear the sound of the behemoth approaching.
Boom——!
Without waiting for them to react, after the artillery roared, a large pile of grapes had been smashed down.
Boris fired the cannon himself, completely enclosing them in the center of the shotgun, even the extraordinary could not run out.
Shoo! call out! call out! call out! ...
After the spray subsided, there were four or five battered corpses floating quietly on the spot, and a large swath of sea water was stained with heavy blood.
"Resolved?"
The voice just fell.
Boom! Bang! Bang!
The sound of breaking the water three times in a row, three figures emerged from the other side of the "Storm Horn" within a short distance, without any tools, they had to directly climb up the bulwark and attack the battleship!
It was the three extraordinary men who were able to escape back to the water in time by using their bodies to prevent disasters.
However.
Even if the means of surviving were made, the three of them were not unscathed.
Malori, the "butcher" who has no subordinates to block shots, is the worst. Half of his body is embedded like a hornet's nest with pellets, but most of them are stuck by tough musculoskeletal. Failed to penetrate the internal organs.
The other two were also injured by shot shelling to varying degrees, and their **** appearance looked a bit miserable.
Boom——
Slam on the water and take off with both feet.
Mo Pilates, the "Ghoul" in the best condition in mid-air, black and black, has completed his preparations for the battle.
Prick your fingers with a dagger, and drip blood on a yellow rag doll hung with a red string around his neck.
Then slap it **** my chest~IndoMTL.com~Boom!
A cold wind blew past, and half of the doll seemed to be imaginary, half embedded in Mo Pilates's chest.
The black emblem belonging to Ogun, the "God of Fire Iron Politics and War", on the yellow doll's forehead instantly lit up.
Morpilates's chest, which was originally painted in black like a pig-iron wall, was followed by a translucent blue, and even the beating heart and the expanding and shrinking lungs in it were clearly visible.
This is the unique profession in the "Voodoo" to which it belongs [psychic warrior! 】
Qiang——
The "Baya Sword", the traditional weapon of the Anuma people at the waist, came out of the sheath!
Licking the blade with his tongue dyed black, Mo Pilates gave a bloodthirsty smile, as if he was not going to the battlefield, but a luxurious banquet for him to feast on!
(End of this chapter)