"The sound of artillery?! Where are the firings?!" Winters suddenly realized, stood up on the shaking boat and looked back.

But the situation was so deteriorating that he could not think at all. He shouted a stern trumpet on the shore, and the dragged iron chains clattered, and a red and black line slowly rose from the seabed, blocking the waist of the gourd-shaped bay in a naturally drooping arc.

Winters couldn't help but curse, and the soldiers sitting on the boat had already noticed something strange behind him, and there was an uproar.

The sea-blocking iron chains divided the Venetta people into two parts, and Akihiro Island was a fraudulent surrender!

Turn around and go back? Turn to attack the second cannon base? Accelerate and go straight to the dock? What should I do?

Everyone in the 1000-man team, who were all in each small boat, looked at Winters, and even Bud and Andre were watching him, waiting for the centurion's order.

Winters instantly sweated coldly on his forehead. He was obedient most of his life, but he suddenly wanted to make him responsible for hundreds of lives. He felt a little panicked. The three choices have their pros and cons, and he really didn't know which one was the best.

However, panic only took up one breath. Winters regained his calmness. The sense of responsibility overwhelmed all uneasiness. No matter how stupid the command was, it was better than the lack of command! He gritted his teeth, decided to give up the task, and shouted: "Turn around..."

"Assault forward!" Contel's voice came from the boat next to him. The lieutenant colonel waved his arms fiercely and shouted over and over again: "Assault forward!Assault forward..."

The boss took over the command immediately. Winters was a little glad that he didn't have to think anymore. He activated the amplification technique and spread Lieutenant Colonel's orders all over the sea: "Strike forward!"

The soldiers waiting for the order seemed to have been injected with their souls again. Andre held the battle flag above his head and waved it desperately, while Bud grabbed the extra oars and joined the rowing soldiers.

The helpless sailors subconsciously obeyed Winters' voice that had been amplified by magic. The leader's naval officer shouted angrily, but he was not the caster, and his voice was suppressed by the sound of gunfire.

The larger the caliber, the more effort it is to load the artillery. However, after the eight heavy artillery roars, the hidden artillery base did not fall silent, and more light artillery sounds began to sound. The Vineta fleet, which recovered from the panic of being raided, also began to fight back.

Now Winters didn't care about the fierce battle behind him. A team of men holding muskets and crossbows rushed to the shore and began to shoot at the Vineta people on the boat.

The small boat that the three warrant officers were riding was at the front, holding military flags, and three people on the boat were wearing polished armor, which was most exposed and obvious.

Most musketeers and crossbowmen on the shore noticed the small boat, and the arrows were continuously hitting, and the others on the boat were all lying down.

Only Andre not only wasn't scared, but instead raised the military flag higher, yelling at the Tanirians on the shore.

It was not enough to curse with just talking, as if he was worried that the Tanirians could not hear his greetings clearly. Andre, in anger, began to untidy his pants and pee on the shore.

Winters pulled him down: "Are you crazy? Don't seek death!"

"Hahaha..." Andre said to Winters with a crazy laugh: "The Tanirians' gun skills are very bad and they can't hit me."

"You're crazy!"

"I tell you, you and I are not afraid! Soldiers are not afraid!"

Winters looked at the other five soldiers on the ship, and Andre's boldness and contempt for the Tanirians spread to them. Instead of trying to hide under the side of the ship, they poked out their bodies and paddled hard.

"Cannon!" the sailor on another ship exclaimed.

A large number of Tanirians were working together to lift two light cannons near the shore. The Vineta boat was less than 70 meters away from the coast, and the shotgun could turn the water surface into hell.

"Now we're the target!" Andrey angrily punched his thigh: "Shake, try your best!"

Winters also saw the two cannons, but his breathing frequency began to decrease and his thinking began to become clearer.

He subconsciously entered the casting mode and was extremely focused. However, he did not use magic, but took out the carry tool containing the casting material.

The standard casting material conveyors distributed by the caster officers adopt a unified design, so Winters immediately touched what he was looking for.

A small container with a few metal shells and glass inner liners.

It’s not the time to feel sorry for the casting materials, Winters took out all four containers.

All spells of the Alliance caster are essentially reverse engineering of spells from the Maluo Empire court mage.

The "Poison Smoke Technique" once caused the militia in sovereign wars to suffer. Using toxic smoke to kill the bastion defenders, using non-toxic smoke to block the artillery firing world, and then launching assaults to seize the fortress has always been the specialty of the Imperial Army.

The Magic War Department has not cracked the poisonous smoke spell so far, but the non-toxic smoke spell has been successfully replicated.

Pulling out the plug at the metal container port, Winters entered the casting state and activated the fire-burning technique that he had not practiced for a long time when he was pulling out the material in the container.

First, a wisp of blue smoke, and then thicker and thicker white smoke gushed out of the container. The white smoke would not poison the person to death, but it still choked the people on the boat to cough continuously.

Winters, who was closest to him, should be the most uncomfortable, but he seemed to be unconscious and repeated the process three times.

Then Winters grabbed the bucket on the boat, put four metal containers emitting thick smoke in, and used all his strength to put the barrel into the water and pushed it to the shore.

Through the standard casting materials provided by the Magic Battle Scheme, the Alliance's casters can reproduce the effect of the "Smoke Technique" of the Imperial Court Mage.

Winters didn't know what was contained in these metal containers, and the things inside were precious alchemy products. He only knew that the release of fire ignition to the substance in the container could generate strong smoke, and it was enough to know that this was enough.

Swordsmen do not need to know how to make iron, spell casters do not need to understand alchemy, and users do not need to know the principles, as long as they know how to use them.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The full name of these metal containers is "excitation-type portable activated alchemy substance smoke generator", and the officers and spellcasters call it "smoke bombs".

This is the Sinas Alliance version of Smoke. Although I don’t know how the original spells of the palace mage are implemented, the effects are consistent, which is enough for the magical battle situation.

The rolling smoke drifted to the east coast with the wind, and a smoke screen was drawn between the Tanirians on the shore and the Venettas on the ship, blocking the shooting range of long-range weapons.

The boat was looming after the smoke, and the Tanirians on the shore had to fire randomly. The pressure of the boat in Winters was reduced sharply.

"You used it early!" Andrey punched Winters excitedly.

"I used all the four smoke bombs of two base numbers in one breath, and I didn't know what to use to make a bastion for a while." Winters' eyes were red with smoke, and she said with tears uncontrollably.

"Why haven't the cannons in the bastion opened fire yet?" Bud, who had been paddling his head, suddenly spoke.

The paddlers used their strength to slid over thirty small boats briskly across the water of the bay. Winters observed that he was less than four hundred meters away from the dock, and that more than one pound of artillery had completely hit the boat.

However, the castle remains silent.

Winters' heart sank little by little. The commander of the battalion was either calm and terrible, waiting to bring the Vineta closer and teach a hard lesson. Or the Tanirians were sufficiently strong and did not want to waste gunpowder.

It is also possible that they moved all the artillery to the newly built artillery base... Is this really possible?

Winters looked at the boat that Lieutenant Colonel was riding, and what would he think when the commander led his subordinates to the point of no return?

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After the hidden second cannon base stretched out its fangs, the situation of the cannon base at the entrance of the bay occupied by Antonio's guards was also at stake.

The purpose of the artillery barrier is mainly to deal with enemies from the sea, rather than to guard against attacks from land.

The Tanirians who had originally obeyed leaving the artillery turret turned around and attacked fiercely. The enemy of the guard, who was under the terrible number, launched a fierce battle in the artillery turret. The flag bearer on the top of the artillery turrets desperately waved the military flag for help.

"What the hell is going on?" Nareshau, who has always been gentlemanly, grabbed the collar of the messenger of Achietsui Island and sweared in a rare manner.

"I...I don't know either!" The messenger looked pale, sweating profusely, and looked extremely frightened: "Misunderstanding, this is all misunderstanding."

The furious Lieutenant General Nareshau punched the messenger's nose: "Is this a fucking misunderstanding?"

Then there was a more ruthless punch: "Is this a fucking misunderstanding?!"

The messenger was almost knocked out of nowhere, and blood poured back into the trachea, constantly coughing up blood.

"Your Excellency!" Antonio stopped the furious Nareshaw. At this moment, there was no pleasure on his face that I had said long ago, and only calmness and restraint: "Save his life, there is something more important now! Spread the ship to my soldiers and take this cannon base quickly!"

The deck of the Glory was very noisy, and the adjutants ordered the sailors to return to their posts. The interns ran to get gunpowder. Several cannons had already fought back, and choking smoke filled the surroundings of the Glory.

The entire fleet was even more in chaos. Some ships wanted to turn their heads and leave but were blocked in the innermost part, while others wanted to fight back with artillery but were blocked by friendly ships.

Nareshaw panted and stared at the deck beneath his feet and said, "No! There is no more ship."

"What do you mean by saying there is no boat?" Antonio also became a little impatient.

"The team sent to occupy the bastion just now has taken away most of the boats. The remaining boats in the fleet can carry up to two hundred people. If the two hundred people cannot take down the cannon base, the fleet will be trapped here!" Nareshau said gaspingly, "The wind direction is wrong, and the remaining boats must be used to pull the big ship out of here."

Then, the Admiral regained his usual command appearance: "Mr. Karaman!"

"Yes! Sir!"

"Put down all the remaining boats! Pull the big boat around and turn around, let's leave here!"

"Yes! Sir!"

"Let the gallopy go out first! Let the White Eagle sailors swim to the cannon base at the entrance of the bay!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Karaman saluted and left the forecastle with a resolute and decisive manner.

"Why don't you let the troop ship hit the beach?" Antonio forced himself to question him in front of Narezzo's subordinates.

"No, Saint-Chiri is a beach, and the shores are full of reefs. The boat will sink before it reaches the shore and can only swim over, which will be a living target!" Naresha explained quickly.

Antonio was silent.

"The artillery barracks at the entrance of the bay are also unstoppable. There must be an iron chain there!" Nareshau said gritting his teeth: "The Tanirians have invested a lot, and it is definitely not just to eat your 100-man team! If you don't leave, the entire fleet will be locked in the bay! We must keep the fleet!"

"Gen. Serbiati!" Narezo called Antonio, who was a teenager younger than him for the first time, and the admiral said sadly: "Your soldiers cannot be rescued, nor my soldiers can be rescued. This is my responsibility, and I will never shirk responsibility. But I have no selfishness now, and the fleet must leave here immediately."

Antonio understood that the Admiral was right, and the most urgent task was to leave the ambush circle as soon as possible. As the leader of the legion, he must put the survival of the legion above everything else.

The commander of Davineta's legion struggled to agree to the Admiral's order to retreat.

In the continuous artillery shooting, the fleet began to rescue the abandoned sailors, turned around under the pull of the boat, and prepared to leave.

The Tanirians carried out dozens of canoe-transformed arson ships, and the sailors of Venetta jumped into the sea with their daggers, and the two sides fought cruelly on the water.

In the cannon barracks at the entrance of the bay, bloody hand-to-hand combat continued.

Antonio watched as the 100-man boat rowed towards Chisulphur Harbor, getting closer and closer to the dock.

The water surface in the bay, which was originally windy and low, began to become restless.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Winters on the boat also noticed this. The mood of the sea seemed to be changing, and the boat began to become bumpy.
To be continued...