Yes, at a distance of 1000 meters, the precision of the optical sights on the Brunas No. 1 warship could simply be described as astonishing.
If they could not hit a target at that range, those technological blueprints Tang Mo brought from the future might as well have been better off burned.
Meanwhile, the sailors on the Brunas No. 1 warship did not even feel that combat had actually broken out at this moment.
They were merely standing firm at their posts, operating the machinery in front of them just like they would during an exercise.
But in the distance, where the Brunas No. 1 had sailed past, two armed transport ships from the Poplar Kingdom were struggling on the brink of sinking.
And the Brunas No. 1 did not intend to give these two enemy ships a chance to struggle; as its slender hull sailed past the two enemy ships, the 75-mm caliber guns deployed on both sides opened fire.
To conserve subsequent combat power, only four cannons fired their shells, and those two still struggling sailboats were completely done for this time.
The explosion had barely finished when the two sailboats began to list, and before long the sea swallowed up their hulls, leaving only splinters of wood and sails bobbing with the waves on the surface of the water.
The others ships of the Elf Race that were following behind were turning around. They had seen the scene of their two allied ships sinking ahead and were trying to present their broadsides for a counterattack.
But by turning, they exposed a larger side and also gave away the central line to the Brunas No. 1, which was preparing to shoot from both sides.
Like a tiger charging into the middle of a fleet, the rear cannon of the Brunas No. 1 had also turned to the port side, and just aimed at a retreating warship and fired.
This shot also hit its target, as the distance between them had actually shortened to just over 700 meters.
Solid shots from the other side came flying over, but to their disappointment, due to aiming issues and the violent maneuvers, most of them ended up in the sea without having any effect.
The sailboat that was hit immediately lost its ability to turn. With its stern rudder smashed, they could only maintain an unstable straight course by changing the direction of the sails.
On the other side, the Brunas No. 1's dual 120-mm caliber cannons at the bow once again spit flames. The Elf sailboat's mast toppled, its body cracked, and it looked set to capsize into the sea.
What made the elf sailors and captains despair was that their cannonballs seemed to be completely unable to rock the terrifying demon ship before their eyes. They watched as a round was deflected by its hull and fell into the sea beside it.
And as the combat continued, the guns on the enemy's side also joined the battle, and the elves, who had thought the enemy short on firepower, were utterly defeated.
"Quick! Faster! No need to turn anymore! Break off from the fleet! Escape from here!" A captain, seeing his allied ships in front of him break apart and capsize in the ocean, cried out in terror and fear.
He wasn't a real navy commander, just in charge of an armed merchant ship, and there was no need to risk his life here against such a fearsome warship.
In fact, an Elf transport ship had already raised the white flag of surrender, submitting to this powerful warship they'd never seen before.
Kidding me, even if the other party were pirates, after taking the goods on board, they probably wouldn't wipe them out completely; they'd have to give some face to the Poplar Kingdom, which was active on the seas. It wasn't time yet to fight desperately to the death.
If they had asked John to bring the money and settle the accounts back then, Tang Mo might even have transferred the blueprints and technology of the C64 howitzer to them.
But alas, there are no 'ifs' in this world, and the elves no longer had the chance to regret. They had to pay for their actions, a price they couldn't afford.
"Continue the search northward along the trade route! Sink all Poplar Kingdom ships we catch up to!" the captain of the Brunas No. 1 Warship ordered coldly after glancing at the debris on both sides.
Then, the Brunas No. 1 began to turn and quickly disappeared from the sea's horizon. It was only then that another fleet, wobbling from the other side of the sea's surface, emerged.
The gigantic sails were very noticeable, and soon the seven or eight ships of another elven kingdom's fleet discovered the battlefield.
An Elf Sailor, shocked, leaned on the ship's rail, staring at the floating Poplar Kingdom's royal flag on the water.
"My God... what on earth have they been through..." Looking at the shark fins attracted by the blood in the water and the scattered personal belongings on the destroyed ships, an Elf Sailor couldn't help but exclaim. Stay connected with m|vl|e|mp|y|r
They could see the shattered planks on the ships and some railings and window frames bobbing with the waves.
Of course, they could also see corpses floating on the sea's surface.
Finally, they spotted a living person clinging to a piece of wood in the water, and the sailors hastily scooped the survivor aboard.
"Hey! What on earth happened to you? Was it pirates?" The captain pushed past the sailors crowded around the unfortunate survivor, peering down at the drenched figure, asking,
The fortunate yet unfortunate surviving Elf Sailor slumped on deck, staring blankly, not responding to his rescuer's question.
"I'm talking to you!" The captain, clearly growing impatient, kicked the wet sailor and cursed fiercely, "Bastard!"
"Demons! Devils! They're here! They're firing! Hahaha! Devils!
They've caught up with me! They've caught me! Ahahaha! Cough, cough, cough! Hahaha!" Suddenly, the shipwrecked elf started flailing his arms, as if to fend something off, bursting into crazed laughter and shouting.
His madness startled those around him, who quickly stepped back, then realized the sailor had clearly gone insane.
He simply waved his arms around, shouting and laughing wildly. Something had terrified a sailor who dared challenge the seas into this state.
"He's gone mad." A sailor glanced down at the poor soul who had lost his sanity, shook his head, and said.
All at once, the crazed sailor leaped up from the deck and closed in on the older sailor, whispering with a sinister smile, "They're coming for you! Bang, bang, bang... Do you hear it? That sound! They're coming for you!"
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Couldn't sleep, so I kept writing, and now the update is complete.