Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King-Chapter 377: Hellscream

Chapter 377 Hellscream

Boom boom boom—

Horace Redwyne watched the circles of light flickering again on the enemy ship, and trembled slightly in his heart, but he no longer panicked.

That weird weapon just looks amazing, but its power is not as great as imagined.

Horace felt that his battleship was fully capable of rushing forward against the enemy's attack.

As long as you can rush over, you can enter the familiar fighting style of Qingting Island Fleet.

As long as you can rush through...

Boom—

The torrential shells fell again, but to Horace's horror, this time was obviously different from the previous few times.

The huge impact almost made him unsteady.

A few roars exploded on the deck, thick black smoke rose up, and clusters of flames followed.

"What's going on?" Horace asked with lingering fear.

Before anyone else answered, there was a sound of calling for firefighting outside, accompanied by shrill screams and terrified cries.

"My lord, look quickly!"

Horace turned his head to look at the left wing, and saw that the sails of the Swordfish were ignited by raging fire. The tumbling flames were like a ferocious python, and the main mast was twisted off in an instant.

Boom!

The broken mast slammed down heavily, cutting off most of the bow, and smashing a long water wave on the sea.

Dozens of Qingting Island sailors fell into the sea, struggling and calling for help.

However, the fire was still spreading on the deck. The sailors didn't care about saving their companions who fell into the water, but tried to put out the fire like crazy.

But the more terrifying scene is yet to come.

Due to the loss of the main mast and the rupture of the hull, the Swordfish obviously lost control, staggered off course under the impetus of huge inertia, and collided with the White Hart next to it.

The huge ram on the bow of the White Hart tore the already dilapidated Swordfish apart, splitting it in two.

The broken bow and stern were raised high, and then slowly sank into the water.

Only a huge vortex and countless drifting corpses were left on the sea surface. Blood and flames spread on the sea surface, attracting a group of sharks.

Sir Horace stared blankly at this scene, and fell into a daze again.

Although two warships lost their combat capabilities just now, they were only due to water leakage, but now they were directly sunk. Such a scene deeply shocked all the soldiers of Qingting Island who witnessed all this.

As the eldest son of Qingting Island, Horace actually has rich experience in naval warfare, but in his impression, the combat methods of naval warfare are nothing more than collision and boarding. In fact, boarding is more common.

The ships of both sides were locked together with hooks, and the soldiers of both sides used close combat weapons to rush onto the other's ships, kill each other, or be killed by the other side.

This is the correct way to start a naval battle.

It’s not the current situation. Even before they get close, their own fleet is already scarred and suffered heavy losses.

In a trance, Horace felt an irrepressible sense of sadness, as if the shadows had sensed the end of an era.

But at this moment, he knew that he had no way out.

"Forward! Full speed ahead!" Horace roared. "Come on! Crush!"

Boom boom boom!

The artillery of the enemy ship roared again.

Thick black smoke filled the air above the sea, covering the sky and the sun.

Horace couldn't see clearly ahead, but he knew that the target was close, close, as long as they rushed through this section, as long as they rushed over, they still had a chance of winning!

There was a loud tearing sound, the shriek of the ship's wood disintegrating, and the mournful cry of the crew being plunged into the sea of ??fire, but Horace ignored it and just stared ahead.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Boom boom boom—

Hundreds of shells climbed into the sky, passed through the gunpowder smoke, and dragged out their long black tails.

When they screamed and fell, or splashed huge waves, or burst oak decks, or blasted people alive into bone, flesh and blood.

Horace pushed away the dissuading guards, rushed out of the captain's cabin, and looked ahead with scarlet eyes.

Among the flowing gunpowder smoke, the side of the battleship Tempest loomed.

"Hit it! Hit it!" Horace screamed desperately.

Nearly one-third of the fleet behind has lost its combat effectiveness, or smoked, or was blown off its mast, or fell into a sea of ????flames, or sank to the bottom of the water...

Horace didn't dare to look back, and couldn't. He could only move forward, like a moth to a flame.

"Crash speed! Crash speed!" Horace pulled out his long sword and swung it wildly.

The snare drum was frenzied and turned into a long and frenzied beating. The blades fluttered and the water splashed. The Purple Grape seemed to take off.

But at this moment, Horace suddenly noticed a strange giant ship on the side of the enemy ship.

And it started whirring and turning.

With a bang, the sails on the battleship Stormland raised.

The warships that were originally stationary and fired in situ started up one after another.

They have to hide!

"Full port! Full port!" horace hollas ordered.

The helmsman turned the rudder frantically, the beat of the snare drum changed, and the oarsmen cooperated tacitly. The Purple Grape suddenly made a beautiful turn of the tail on the sea, and followed the enemy ship.

The huge centrifugal force threw Horace on the deck, his teeth snapped shut, and he almost bit off his tongue.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and continued to give orders with a grim expression:

"Catch up! Catch up!"

The hull of the Purple Grape made an overwhelmed creaking sound, and it seemed to be on the verge of falling apart, which was already riddled with holes.

But the people on Qingting Island seem to have fallen into madness. They looked at the enemy ship that was close at hand, and they accelerated, accelerated, and accelerated recklessly.

Boom—

Finally hit it.

But the battleship hesitantly adjusted its posture urgently. The ram of the Purple Grape did not directly hit the side of the ship, but plunged into the stern.

The force was so strong that the head and tail of the two ships collided to pieces at the same time, and the flying sawdust and the thrown crew members fell into the sea one after another.

Horras clung to the side of the ship to stabilize his figure, and immediately shouted sharply:

"Hook on! Hook on!"

The sound of swishing and swishing sounded continuously, and ropes floated from the Purple Grape, tightly entangled with the enemy ship opposite.

"Board the ship and kill them all!" Horace waved his long sword, "For the glory of Qingting Island!"

"For the glory of Qingting Island!" The soldiers echoed one after another.

But they were answered by another round of shelling.

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With such a short distance, the Purple Grape had nowhere to hide, and was hit by more than a dozen shells in an instant.

Horras only felt his brain buzzing as if he had been hit by a boulder.

Then a rapid and sharp roar exploded in front of him, and the deck under his feet disappeared in an instant.

The sky was spinning for a while, and the cold sea water came over the surface and poured into the mouth and nose.

In boundless horror, Horace spat out a mouthful of salty seawater, grabbed the nearest plank, and held on tightly.

Looking up, he saw that the Purple Grape had been covered by dense fireworks, surrounded by pieces of wood scattered on the sea and drowned crew members.

The gun muzzles on the side of the battleship Stormland flashed white flames, as if **** was roaring.