Chapter 182
As the noise outside grew louder, the indigenous passengers in the hall gradually quieted down. The doors and windows were tightly shut. Aside from the staff who could peek through periscopes and take turns observing outside, no one else knew what was happening outside. They could only strain their ears and listen. Occasionally, someone would take advantage of their physical strength to grab a seat. The person whose seat was taken wouldn't say much, but would silently change seats and squeeze in with other acquaintances.
Everyone cherishes their lives, but some are more eager to watch the excitement than to risk their lives. While others quietly waited for the situation to end, ready to fight at any moment, a few children frantically circled the closed window, looking as if they wanted to open it to see what was going on but afraid of being beaten. They were busy but didn't make much noise, like a silent movie.
After the whistling of crossbows, the blast of cannonballs began. There were two types of weapons on board the tower ship: the commonly used crossbow, and the less-than-easy-to-use cannon. Because of the immense power of firearms, deploying them without being noticed was a good idea. However, if they were, they would have to go through a tedious process to prove they were acting in an emergency and acting in self-defense.
The process was cumbersome, but the captain wasn't stupid enough to cower in fear when faced with a killer. After the gilded ship came into range, the general cannon on the tower ship fired. Due to the gilded ship's large size and lack of maneuverability, the tower ship's first shell struck the gilded ship hard, exploding into sparks while taking away three lanterns and a room and a half.
A guest was catching up on a nap in his room on the ship when he was awakened by the sound of cannon fire. He sat up dazedly, opened his eyes and looked up, hazily seeing the sunny sky and white clouds outside: "It's sunny today... No, where's the ceiling? Damn! Outside, no, what's going on up there?"
"Please be patient, sir. It's just a minor inconvenience and will be resolved soon." The thugs from the brothel came over after hearing the noise, put their big hands like palm-leaf fans on the sir's shoulders, and spoke in a rough voice.
"What kind of trouble is this, uh, ho, ho..." The guest whose throat was strangled struggled for a few times and finally lost consciousness in despair: So, the trouble refers to me?
When the cannonballs from the tower ship hit the gilded ship, someone from the group of people that were rushing towards the tower ship from the gilded ship had already broken through the heavy crossbows and reached the deck. What greeted him were the players who had quickly assembled and were ready for battle.
"There's a fight outside." Hearing the sound of footsteps running back and forth on the deck, the stowaway who had been yelling about the unfairness instantly became obedient. Not only did he stay in the cabin obediently without moving, he also muttered that he was worried that the deck was not strong enough and that the attackers outside would crush the deck and fall into the cabin, leading to a bloodbath.
"You really know how to handle things now... Tsk." The cabin door of the building ship was very strong. Bai Youchang was not worried that the cabin would be breached immediately. He was just annoyed that he could not log off and had to keep an eye on these troublesome guys to prevent them from causing trouble and hindering others.
The stowaways had calmed down, and the two attackers, suspected of possible ties to the Gold-Smelting Ship, had softened their stance. Previously, events had unfolded so quickly that Bai Youchang had only time to tie them up before interrogating them, and nothing had come of it. Now, facing an external threat, the attackers, in panic, had become subdued.
It's no wonder they were scared. Today's scene was just too big, something they had never seen before. Although they were involved in murder and robbery, this was the first time they had ever been so close to the sound of artillery fire. Just hearing it made their legs go weak.
Unlike the others, the killer who attacked the teenager before has started to sleep soundly. Maybe he feels that there is no hope of survival, but he has become indifferent and plays like a salted fish.
"Captain, there's no sign of those guests on the opposite ship."
"There's no reason we can't hear the movement of the general's cannon at this distance... Everyone, pay attention, those who are faint from blood should get out of the way! This operation is based on the premise of preserving your life and holding on. It's better to kill than to capture. The minimum requirement is to make the opponent unable to move. Players can assist, don't force yourself to fight." The captain adjusted the order calmly.
The sound of artillery fire outside was so loud, but there was no other reaction on the Gold-Smelting Ship, and no human figure appeared in the room shattered by the artillery shells. This was not a good sign.
Orders were issued layer by layer, and some blood-shy players retreated to the sidelines under the mental pressure, while others who were temporarily unconcerned or could still hold on continued to fight on the front lines. Bei Qiao had originally considered herself to have strong willpower, but when a killer had his arm severed by a staff member in front of her, and blood almost sprayed onto her, she suddenly felt that she might not be so strong after all.
"There's indeed a difference between what you see on the screen and what you see in reality." Bei Qiao kicked the half-crippled killer to the ground and knocked him unconscious with a shovel. He shook his head and followed the large group of players to the second line: there's indeed a difference between attacking and killing.
A killer whose joints were almost dislocated by Bei Qiao: Why should I thank you for not daring to kill me? Are you using me to practice bone-setting?
Bei Qiao, who had already walked a long way, said: "A-choo!" Strange, did he catch a cold?
Most of the players gave up the front lines to assist the staff and more capable players. The veteran who had insisted on helping finally got his chance to join the fray. He borrowed a shovel and rushed onto the deck, shoveling a killer into the sea in a few strokes.
The player who originally planned to support the veteran said: "What amazing skills!" Why does it feel like this guy is a soldier now?
The killer who rushed to the ship originally wanted to capture a few hostages to force the captain to give up resistance. However, unexpectedly, each player had special skills. Although the cooperation was not particularly good, after one person was captured, the others would quickly surround and rescue him. As they were often surrounded and beaten, the killer had no chance to succeed.
In desperation, the assassins resorted to disrupting the ship's weapons, helping the ship clear obstacles and accelerate its approach. However, how could a human body possibly withstand a cannonball? The assassins fought fiercely, but ultimately their efforts were in vain.
The Tower Ship won the battle against the assassin, but it could not completely block the Gold-Smelting Ship's approach. Perhaps inspired by the assassin's choice, the Gold-Smelting Ship launched a human bomb defense tactic, using human lives to push a bloody path forward.
Amidst the fading sounds of fighting, the Gold-Smelting Ship drew closer, and players could gradually make out the situation on the opposite deck. Amidst the hail of gunfire and swords, someone, shielded by others, appeared on the Gold-Smelting Ship's deck, draped in a black cloak with gold patterns, standing with their hands behind their backs, facing the wind, a show of pretentiousness.
No, he's still posing at this moment. Who are you looking down on? If it weren't for the nausea, those players who have retreated to the sidelines would have rushed over with their swords drawn: What are you trying to do with this condescending attitude? Are you treating us like monkeys?
The distance between the two ships was getting closer and closer. Perhaps they felt the time was right, so the people on the gold-melting ship began to cast hooks and ropes, preparing to catch the tower ship like fishing. Seeing this, the staff quickly stepped forward to cut the ropes, but unexpectedly, the ropes were extremely tough and could not be cut for a while.
"We're coming!" The players who had retreated quickly stepped forward, working in pairs. One held a shield to guard against attack, while the other quickly cut the ropes. The freed staff continued to fight the killer, temporarily gaining the upper hand.
With limited ropes, Bei Qiao, who wasn't part of a group, couldn't grab any. He had no choice but to retreat and continue assisting, adjusting his cuffs and getting ready: closer, I could use my hidden arrows. The enemy's number was unknown, so I had to be frugal. Unfortunately, the kerosene on the boat was a controlled substance and unavailable for the time being. Otherwise, the wind direction would have been quite suitable.
"Captain, the gold-selling ship is approaching!"
"Well, it's almost time, it's time to come..." The captain sighed as he looked at the golden light that suddenly appeared in the sky: It is worthy of being the fourth natural disaster, it can actually hold out for so long against the Gold-Melting Ship.
It’s coming... The old man glanced at the golden light in the distance and said: It’s time to come.
Just as the men on the Gold-Smelting Ship were feeling confident of victory and gloating, a dragon's roar echoed from the distant horizon. A golden dragon roared down from the east, barely opening its mouth and stirring up waves that nearly capsized the ship. As for the men who had been preening on the deck, they had vanished.
"The Military Soul Army has finally arrived!" A player, who was originally cutting the grappling hook, excitedly stopped what he was doing and saluted the golden dragon. Seeing the assassins on the ship receiving the signal and starting to destroy the grappling hook, he wanted to stop them: "Don't leave! If you have the guts, don't leave! Stay with me... Oh my god, who kicked me!"
"Me!" His teammate, who was holding up a shield to defend himself, kicked him again: "You're still caring about your face. Let go! Aren't you afraid that the other party will be defeated?"
"Oh!" Just let go, why do you have to kick and say that?
With the addition of the military spirit, the situation on the battlefield was instantly reversed. The tower ships continued to attack the gold-melting ship, and the warships in the distance also rushed over at full speed, trying to stop this sinister ship that had repeatedly escaped.
However, the gilded ship had been able to escape so many times, so of course it had some tricks up its sleeve. When the warship was still some distance away from it, the gilded ship, with its gorgeous exterior, suddenly split in the middle, revealing its black core.
"What the hell is that? A lizard with wings?"
"That's the Dragon of the West."
In "The Dragon and the Treasure", if the dragon is said to be the main body of the den of brothel... it seems quite reasonable!
The black Western dragon roared at the Golden Dragon Army Soul, belching flames and thick smoke from its mouth. The Golden Dragon Army Soul roared back, its tail stirring up waves that collided with the flames. The rising smoke blurred the sea surface and the shattered gilded ship. Only those with good hearing could faintly hear someone shouting for help from within the gradually sinking hull of the gilded ship.
"It seems like someone is there"
"It's not like, it's just that there are people." Although the fight between dragons was very loud, there were quite a few people shouting for help, and the combined noise was not small, so it could still be heard by some people.
"What should we do then?"
"What to do? Just leave it alone! A bunch of gamblers, it's all their own fault!"
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