Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 213 Rotating Turret

"Hey, my slaves, if you don't want to be enslaved by them again, then serve me well!"

The ship was not only carrying the troops led by Windlow, but also the two hundred elven slaves that Mousse had obtained through a previous transaction.

After regaining their freedom, they certainly knew how to maintain their freedom: fight.

They all joined the ranks of the Imperial artillery. Although they did not know how to use artillery, doing the work of carrying artillery shells could improve their efficiency.

The Imperial artillery fired continuously, but at such a long distance, the ships on both sides were moving, so the hit rate was indeed very low.

In comparison, the soul shells released by the Dark Elf warships had no accuracy at all.

The Imperial artillery can also rely on fire coverage and rapid reloading to fire one shell after another.

There is no need for any divine blessing. As long as there are enough artillery pieces, there will always be a few hits.

The dark elf ship had been hit by shells, some of which even hit the drainage tanks. Water began to flow into the gaps, and the speed of the ship was completely slowed down.

"Forget it, we won't chase them anymore. Let's land in Ulthuan, plunder the villages, and repair the ships!"

The dark elf admiral has already judged the current situation very well, even though he currently has the advantage in terms of the number of ships on his side.

But he couldn't deal any damage at all, and his movement speed was slowed down due to the injury, so there was no point in continuing to chase him.

Just as the dark elf ship was approaching the shore and the soldiers were carrying wooden planks to prepare for landing, Windlow on the high elf warship made a big move.

The high elf warship turned back and re-entered the sight of the dark elf warship.

"Dear Imperial soldiers, why did we leave the Empire and come to the land of the elves?"

Standing at the highest point of the ship's deck, Windlow knew what was most needed before facing a battle, and that was morale.

"make money!"

"Drive a big car!"

There were various voices among the soldiers, but in the end they all unified into one voice, which was to make money.

Isn't it just to earn a living and make a lot of money that we travel so far away from the empire and live in the open air?

What good would it be to flee in such a hurry? If we go back and destroy the dark elves' ships, wouldn't there be extra wealth to distribute?

"Yes, that's right. We came to the elves' island to make money! Kill the dark elves and rob their wealth! I won't take a penny, you guys will share according to your merits!"

Mousse felt a little cold on her back. After all, Windlo included her in his scolding. After all, she was a dark elf after all.

"You elf slaves who have just been liberated! What do you desire more than freedom? It must be revenge! Right?"

Windlow was right, elves have stronger senses and emotions than humans.

These elven slaves who had been enslaved by the dark elves for a long time naturally retained the most basic emotion, which is the ability to vengeance.

"Yes! Take revenge on those slave masters!"

I have to say, although Windlow doesn't have much combat power, this guy's ability to boost morale is amazing.

He knew very well what every soldier desired most in his heart and how to inspire the highest morale.

Even though all the soldiers present knew that turning back to fight might put their lives in danger, everything could be negotiated in the face of huge benefits.

Everyone's morale was boosted to a certain extent, as if the emperor of the empire was personally supervising the battle.

The Dark Elf warships were landing and sending troops, while the High Elf ships had already completed the flank attack on the enemy.

When more than ten artillery pieces fire at the same time, it is much easier to hit a fixed target than a moving target.

More than ten shells actually hit one or two directly.

Although the dark elf ship is currently stationary, the soldiers on it can easily see the trajectory of the shells.

No casualties were caused and damage to the ship could be repaired later.

On the warship of the high elves, Izeshi, the Hoth magician, began to understand a special tactic.

This was the first time she had seen human gunpowder weapons with her own eyes.

The Imperial Iron Barrel, called the Giant Cannon, was capable of firing lead projectiles up to 800 meters.

This type of shell causes little damage to infantry because infantry can easily dodge the shooting.

Attacking large units will cause devastating damage.

Arrow towers, city walls, charging cavalry, giant units and even dragons will be limited by the giant cannon.

Similarly, nothing is absolutely invincible, and the giant cannon also has its own limitations.

This thing is too heavy and bulky, and it is difficult for the imperial soldiers to tow it quickly, so it can only be used in defensive battles or siege battles.

But now that it is carried by the ships of the High Elves, the disadvantage of poor maneuverability has been compensated, and there is only one disadvantage left, which is the slow reloading time.

It takes a full 20 seconds for a gun to be ready from the start to the time of firing.

At the same time, in order to ensure the hit rate, simultaneous firing is required, and the shooting time of each giant cannon will be extended to 30 seconds.

There happened to be giant cannons on both sides of the ship. The magician Izeshi had a very good brain and immediately thought of a new tactic.

After all the guns on one side had opened fire, she immediately began to control the movement of the ship.

The elves' ships were more advanced than those of the empire, and had stronger mobility and stability. It took only fifteen seconds for the ship to complete a circle on the spot.

The artillerymen on the other side, who were still slacking off, suddenly found that it was their turn to aim at the enemy, and immediately fired excitedly.

Just like that, in the eyes of the dark elf crew, they only saw the high elf warship circling in place and continuously firing shells.

What kind of weird fighting method is this? And the number of shells seems to be free and they keep firing.

Soon, the dark elves' ships were beaten into pieces, completely losing the ability to sail on the sea and completely stranded on the shallows.

Seeing that the dark elf ship had completely lost its combat effectiveness, Windlow ordered his own ship to sail over.

Right in front of the group of dark elves that had run aground, they began to put up chains and start towing the sunken ship.

Then he towed the three ships behind him in a swaggering manner. There was no need to land and fight the dark elves head-on. These three sunken ships would be the best trophies.

Although the three extra things slowed down the speed, the warships of the High Elves were so easy and convenient that they returned to the High Elves' capital, Lothern, in just a few extra days.

Phoenix King Finubar watched the ships return from his high lighthouse.

"One ship defeated three ships. It seems that Wendlow's ability is indeed trustworthy."