Several bangs.

The armored fleet led by Pu'ang crashed into the armored ships of the Holy Torch Army.

The pointed iron collided with the iron sheet on the hull, tearing the hull, but the armored ship could not be easily cut into two halves. The pointed iron stuck in the center of the hull, and the two ships were stuck in one place.

Pu'ang shouted, "Kill!"

The first one rushed onto the enemy's ship without hesitation, and the soldiers behind him also roared and climbed onto the other's ship.

The crazy fighting unfolded on the river. The "expected squad" style of the two hundred armored ships led by Pu'ang shocked the flame army. They did not expect that the other party would be so crazy.

"Madman, madman..." Gao Shilanden murmured. He knew that he could not get rid of these two hundred entangled iron-armored ships. The only way was to destroy them. Gao Shilanden waved his staff and chanted a spell loudly. The strong hurricane tore the space apart. Countless tiny wind blades rolled towards the coalition's armored ships. The wind crushed the clouds heavier and heavier. The cold ice frozen the Niam River. In the blink of an eye, the radius turned white. The coalition's armored ship was trapped in the ice and could not move.

"Frozen Roar", Nalander was shocked when he saw the thick white clouds rolling up above the river in the distance. He forced Lord Gao Shilanden out all his skills and urged his subordinates to speed up and march towards the march.

As the leader of the Golden Robe Magic Knights, Gao Shilanden's strength is definitely the top, and even Parisado dared not provoke it. However, after releasing such a large range of magic, Gao Shilanden, who was already in his seventies, still had a pale face. He took a quick breath, and then waved his hand: "Attack the whole army!"

Gao Shilanden issued an order for the general attack. One thousand armored ships no longer moved forward, but surrounded them and squeezed two hundred armored ships of the coalition forces in the center.

Countless bows and arrows and magic cannons fell on the coalition ships like rain.

The sound of killing is like thunder.

There is almost no suspense in such a frontal war. How can two hundred armored ships compete with one thousand armored ships?

The vitality in the light was concentrated several times, not to mention that they had been frozen on the river by the roar and roaring, becoming living targets. No matter how strong the ship was, it could not withstand such intensive blows.

Armored ships were bombarded into wreckage.

Pu'ang knew he could not escape, and his face was ferocious. He stood at the bow of the ship and hissed: "Brothers, fight hard, kill one, kill two, kill two, kill!"

Responding to him was countless shouts of killing!

Kill and kill!

All the coalition soldiers rushed out of the ship, and caught any instrument, shield, washbasin, or iron pot that could withstand arrows, and rushed towards the ship of the Holy Torch Army like moths.

In the flames of arrow rain, one warrior after another fell, but as long as there was one person left, the war was not over, and the crazy battle dyed the river red. The burning ships reflected the sky red. The smoke of gunpowder filled it. This was just a small-scale war. One side also had an overwhelming advantage, but the scene of the war was stunning.

It has an absolute advantage, and it can even be said that there is no joy on the faces of the soldiers of the Holy Fire Army in the slaughter of the enemy.

They were shocked and even feared by the madness of their enemies.

Such an enemy was unimaginable before they started the war. They thought that the coalition forces would be defeated when their army arrived, but until today, the land of war was suffering losses, but they were all the holy fire troops who claimed to be fighting heresy.

Even if such a one-sided massacre is not a bad taste in the killing and it is also awkward by the other party.

Pu'ang looked at his comrades falling down, his face getting stronger. He knew that he was at the last moment, with three arrows inserted on his legs, and the loss of blood made him feel dizzy. There was only a desperate desire to support him. He wanted to see that he was not sacrificed for nothing, he wanted to complete his final mission.

He saw the iron-armored ship led by the other party, less than 100 meters away from him, and an old man in a golden robe stood on the bow of the ship.

That should be their commander.

Pu'ang stumbled along the ice toward the ship, with his loyal guards beside him.

Kill him!

Run! Run! Run! Blood foam gushed out of the mouth and nose, and every breath was a pain of heart-breaking lungs. Any sound of shouting and killing in the ears gradually became far away. It was not real to hear it, but only a rumbling vibration, like a drum beat.

Swallow! Swallow! Swallow! The deadly arrowhead flew over and shot one servant after another beside him.

Running less than a hundred meters, leaving behind corpses along the way, and blood dragged on the ice to form a long stain of blood.

Kao Shi

Seeing Pu'ang running towards him, because he was wearing a coalition commander, all coalition forces had been killed. Looking at the enemy commander covered in blood and with arrows on his body, glaring at him angrily, approaching step by step, Gao Shilanden sighed inexplicably.

The archer beside him aimed at Pu'ang without hesitation, swish! Slap! Pu'ang's body shook and continued to move forward! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap again, swish again! Slap...

When they reached the foot of the armored ship, all the Holy Fire Army looked at the coalition commander with at least two or thirty arrows stuck on them. The shouts of killing had already ended, and all the coalition troops died in their hands, leaving only the one in front of them.

Pu'ang slowly raised his right hand, exerted force in his throat, and wanted to shout, but he spewed out a mouthful of blood. His sword was thrown out with his hand, exhausting the last drop of energy of his life. The sword flew towards Gao Shilanden, obviously without enough power, and hit the hull, making a "clang" sound, falling to the ice again.

Pu'ang fell to the ice. When he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear the horn of the angel from the sky!

The horn sounds are getting louder and louder!

Pu'ang closed his eyes with satisfaction!

The entire Holy Fire Army was in agitation.

The horn sounded continuously, and rows of armored ships appeared in the thick fog in front of them!

The lion flag representing the Kingdom of Richard and the bullhead flag representing the Kingdom of Morton were flying high. Gao Shilanden sighed in his heart. Unexpectedly, the opponent's large army came and the real battle was revealed. Next was a hard battle that was evenly matched. The one just was just a small spark before the war.

Naland had just arrived at the section of the river where the Gaoslanden fleet was located.

Standing by the river bank, he looked at the ship of Gao Shilanden confronting the coalition fleet, helpless. He originally wanted to meet with Gao Shilanden and then return to the camp of assistance together, but Gao Shilanden was dragged behind by only two hundred armored ships. Now it was too late to get on the ship. Facing the enemy's army, Naland and the others were looking for death now.

"Sir Naland, what should I do now?" The rolling smoke and countless wreckage on the river surface showed how fierce the battle was. The deputy commander of the Golden Robe was a direct subordinate of Gao Shilanden. He was anxious at this time and wanted to fly on the ship to help Gao Shilanden.

Nalander sighed: "Mr. Wolf, we let the enemy control the rhythm from the beginning. Not to mention falling into their trap, our current situation is really bad. With Lord Goslandon, our fleet is not smaller than the opponent. With Lord Goslandon's command ability, we don't have to worry too much. What I'm more worried about is the North Shore Camp, and I don't know what critical situation has made Lord Brando use "fire color smoke clouds"!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless white lights soared into the sky, interrupting Naland's words, and countless white water columns flashed on the surface of the Niam River.

The two armies have exchanged fire!

Under the command of Suyacha and Gary Nolan, the coalition forces divided into two groups and launched fierce attacks from both flanks to the fleet of Gao Shirandon. Ship wars have always been the most time-consuming. Both sides generally compete for firepower. Without exhausting one side's ammunition, the battle will hardly end. In such a large-scale ship war, of course, the two sides are even more likely to collide with Pu'ang like that. Such losses are unbearable to either side. Therefore, once the war begins, the two sides with equal firepower fall into a stalemate.

The continuous roar was about a quarter of an hour.

The two elite corps of the Holy Fire Army on the river bank could only watch. This torture made every soldier feel like he was living a life of age.

"Sir, what should I do? Let's wait like this. If something happens to the camp..."

"Ph, don't say anything discouraged!"

"How can I say something discouraging? Our Holy Fire Cult has not used "fire color smoke clouds" once in a century. You don't know how urgent this signal is!"

"Don't make a noise!" Naland yelled, and the two subordinates immediately shut up angrily.

Calm, calm, Naland couldn't help but hint on himself, but could not guess the intentions of the coalition forces. From the beginning of the war, he had always felt something was wrong. He left, but he had to leave, which made him doubt his abilities.
Chapter completed!