The middle armies of the two sides have been engaged in a fierce battle for an hour, but the Roland left-wing fleet commanded by the Heinrich family and the free commercial city's right-wing fleet commanded by the Mahler Consul are still fighting each other for superior positions on the sea.
No matter how notorious the Heinrich family is, there is one thing that cannot be denied. This family, which has continuously obtained wealth from the sea for hundreds of years, owns one of the best fleets with excellent ships and experienced sailors. The crew cooperated tacitly.
As the Roland Empire continued to decline, the Heinrich family relied on this private fleet, and was even able to compete commercially with free commercial cities at sea.
At this time, the fleet of the Heinrich family was advancing through the waves, and seemed to want to outflank the free commercial city. In order to avoid being seized by the Heinrich family to take advantage of the peripheral position, the Mahler Consul's fleet could only try its best to sail south. The fleet gradually tilted to the south, bringing the entire battle situation into a curved oblique line centered on the flagships of both sides and concave inward from the northwest to the southeast.
John VI looked at the fierce battle in the south from the "King", and saw that the fleet of Mahler's consul was getting farther and farther away from the center of the battlefield, and had a tendency to move closer to the far sea. He already had suspicions about the Mahler Consul and the merchant alliance, and when he saw that they were escaping from the battle, he immediately became furious.
"These funk shit!"
John VI swore that he would set fire to the merchants' houses and throw all the stupid statues their families had placed in the square into the dung heap.
After allaying his anger, John VI found that he still had a chance to win the battle.
The free commercial city retreated to the south to avoid the war, and the fleet of the Heinrich family was driven southward in order to pursue the enemy. exposed. At this time, the right wing and the center army of the Yager fleet were already in a fierce battle, and only the left wing and center army of the free commercial city could penetrate this gap obliquely.
A clipper, bearing the persuasions and threats of John VI himself, sped off to the fleet of the Free Merchant Cities.
Just when his order was issued, the hull of the "King" was shaken heavily.
The flagship of Queen Roland's "Glory" broke the bow of the "King", and the two huge flagship rigging and ship posts entangled with each other in a harsh click.
The flagship of the Free Merchant City was far away from the center of the battle, and the flagship of the Root Empire was reduced to ashes together with the three warships of Yager. At this time, on the entire chaotic battlefield, only two crucial flagships, the "King" and "Glory", remained. The most critical boarding battle, as if by fate, broke out here.
140,000 people participated in the battle, and 600 warships fought. The unprecedented battle was compressed to two flagships and turned into a different kind of street fighting.
The moment the two flagships collided, the huge impact caused the soldiers on both sides to take a step back at the same time. But soon, soldiers from both sides began to rush forward, trying to jump on the enemy's ships first.
Temporary obstacles were quickly erected at the masts and decks on both sides. At the very beginning of the battle, the soldiers huddled together in groups, whether it was Roland or Jager, groups of people died in just a few breaths. However, more soldiers continued to rush up, stepping on the still hot corpses to kill each other.
Severed hands and feet can be seen everywhere, and soldiers who are still alive fall on the deck and are quickly trampled by their companions.
There are nearly 300 musketeers on the "Glory" flagship, and they are all the most elite soldiers under Dalton. The narrow space, the enemy so close that there is no need to aim at it, the musketeers who are despised by the old-fashioned nobles have become a terrible force in the battle situation.
The bullets roaring from the muzzle of the gun will take away an enemy every time, and the tongue of fire is like the sickle of death.
Dalton stood on the deck of the piled corpses, shooting shot after shot all the enemies who tried to flock to the queen.
The sea breeze rolled the black smoke from the burning warship and the dense fog left by the shells to the sky, and the golden rose on Dalton's shoulder reflected a little dazzling light. The man who was supposed to be as ruthless as a saber left the back of his sword for the sovereign he swore to serve, and pointed the blade at the monarch's enemies.
As long as you want, the sword is the shield.
And he would.
On the bloody battlefield, the black-haired officer suddenly smiled lightly when he pulled the trigger.
The Yager soldiers organized twice, but they were repulsed by Roland's musketeers. After realizing that it was impossible to advance against the flames, they temporarily stopped their efforts to board the "Glory", and turned to rely on the collapsed mast and the bow of the ship. The body of the cannon, all kinds of barrel debris and the corpses of the companions came to resist the attack of the Rolands.
Roland's men began to work their way up to the poop where John VI was.
To stop Roland, John VI ordered his archers to shoot rockets down from the poop. Although the lethality of the rocket is far inferior to that of the musket, it is worse than the shooting speed. The dense rain of arrows forms a group of fire nets falling from the sky. At this moment, Yager's reserve fleet arrived, and a galley crashed into the hull of the "Glory" from the side.
Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, John VI was refreshed.
During the first round of bombardment of the "King", the hull was blasted out of the breach, and when it collided with the "Glory", the bottom compartment of the breach expanded. The sea water poured into the warship quickly, and the poop gradually sank. Yager's soldiers lost the opportunity to retreat, so they could only fight forward and board the enemy's warship.
John VI was also forced from the poop by the sinking warship.
Holding the epee in both hands, John VI boarded the bow of the "Glory" under the guard of the soldiers, and was about to gather with the reinforcements who arrived and surrounded Queen Roland on three sides.
"Don't you feel ashamed to kneel before a woman?" John VI roared, swinging his sword, "Look at her, she doesn't even have the courage to take up arms! As men, you are like such witches Invite the head to beg for mercy?"
Though undeniably loathsome as a King John VI, as a soldier he was tall and burly, and he wielded his epee like a snarling brown bear, hideous and hideous. At this time, when he was sarcastic, this ferocity did have a lot of persuasive power.
"Aside from watching you die, what else can a woman do?"
He asked loudly as he moved forward.
The musketeers' bullets were empty in the first round, and the enemy reinforcements rushed in. There was no time to reload new ammunition, and they turned to swords and tightened the defensive circle back. John VI's words could not sway Dalton and his subordinates, but it played a certain role among ordinary soldiers and sailors—their movements were obviously slowed down.
"And send you to hell."
As soon as he finished speaking, the queen had already drawn the gun and pulled the trigger.
The knight around John VI raised his shield temporarily, and the revolver flintlock was designed for emergencies, sacrificing penetrating power in exchange for firing speed and bullet speed, and this knight was able to rescue his master with great danger. But he was too late to block the second shot, which hit John VI's arm, and the epee fell to the ground with a clang.
The Queen jumped down from the poop, her revolver in one hand, and her sword drawn in the other.
The sword was always hanging on her waist, but people seldom paid attention to it, because it was contained in a scabbard carved with roses and inlaid with rubies, like a work of art, more like a work of art than a weapon. It wasn't until the moment when the queen pulled it out that people finally saw clearly that the sword in the scabbard had no decoration on its body, it was simple, slender, and pale.
The Queen held it, turned around and slashed, the blade cut the throat of a Yager soldier, and a thin line of blood flew diagonally into the sky.
Blood slanted down the queen's silver armor, and fell on the queen's bony cheeks.
Her long hair was gathered in the helmet, and her appearance in iron armor was no different from any knight who drew his sword and killed the enemy on the battlefield except that she was too handsome.
"I am a woman, I am also a queen, and I am a general and a commander." She held a sword and walked on the battlefield full of blood and flames, "I will perform my duties until the last second of my life, I will lead you and fight side by side with you!"
"Either glory, or die!"