"12 degrees of elevation, fire salvo."
The maximum firing range of the twelve-pound cannon could reach nearly two thousand meters. At a distance of six hundred feet, the native warriors had nowhere to hide. The dense houses in the camp were constantly being hit and set on fire. People did not know whose house the next shell would land on, so they had no choice but to continue retreating into the distant jungle.
Finally, the warships ceased their bombardment and began to slowly set sail, like a well-fed lion taking a leisurely stroll, burping contentedly. The natives were finally able to rush into their homes and begin fighting the fire. Women and girls all pitched in, and the riverbank winding through the camp was crowded with people fetching water.
“！@#￥%……&”
The urgent screams plunged the natives into panic once more. The three large ships that had just left returned to their previous positions, only now their bows were facing in reverse. The gunners had fired too quickly and too fiercely, and the cannons on the starboard side had overheated, so they had to switch to the cannons on the port side.
"Watch out, put the wet mud cake in, don't ignite the gunpowder. Old Li, where the hell do you put your face? Get away from the muzzle..."
The cannonballs, already glowing red-hot, were carefully picked out by the sailors. Under the gunner's command, they waited for the gunpowder and wet mud cake to be tamped into the breech before carefully turning sideways to tamp the cannonball in.
"Bang!"
The red-hot shells crashed into the middle of the dilapidated camp, bouncing and igniting more wood and rotten thatch along the way. The sea breeze swept across the camp, and the fire quickly grew larger and became uncontrollable.
The cannon fire slowed down and became sparse, far less intense than the earlier bursts of fire from the starboard guns. But all the sailors came over to help, and anyone who made a mistake was kicked over.
"Ask Alai if those tribes he contacted are reliable, and roughly where they've set up ambushes?"
Qin Mo put down his binoculars and asked Liu Renguang that the shelling effect far exceeded his expectations, much more exciting than in the movies, but the subsequent hunt was the most crucial part.
"Your Highness, Alai has assured us that as long as our logging camps, mines, and abaca workshops continue to acquire people, he can bring them back."
"Huh? He still dares to make demands? Has he been living too comfortably? This kind of behavior is unacceptable."
"Oh! Your Highness, that's not what he meant. If we need people, they will capture them alive; if not, then they will kill them without burying them."
“The living are always more useful than the dead. Take them to a place to land, contact their tribe, and tell them that as long as they are obedient, I don’t mind supporting a few more Alai.”
Qin Mo pointed to several tribal leaders who were still trembling, saying that they had been terrified by the continuous, thunderous cannon fire.
"Your subordinate obeys, but... where are you going?"
As Liu Renguang watched Qin Mo take the armor, bow and arrows, and short blade from Kaihime, he couldn't help but ask.
"Me? I'm going to meet that Taman wizard, of course!"
Qin Mo patted Kaihime on the shoulder, signaling her not to worry. Then he leaped into the boat, followed closely by a dozen elven retainers.
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