Chapter 342: Connecting the Mouth to Destroy the War

Everyone made their own choices and then acted one after another. The big ships also quickly converged towards the connection port.

The black man, who had been in a frenzy for a long time, moved very fast. All the people gathered in a short time, and the crowd looked towards the sea.

There are also some black people who even appeared in the sea with small sampans and even swimming, ready to deal with the coming white people at any time. After fighting white people for so long, they were not afraid at all.

But when the huge shadow appeared, the expressions of the black people changed.

"Come, come, here comes the white man's boat."

"Where, tell me, I'm going to kill ten people today," a black man shouted.

"Oh my God, how can there be such a big ship? Is this really a ship? Isn't this a punishment from God?" Some black people collapsed when they saw the huge shadow.

There were also people in the sea who forgot their activities in surprise, but sank and choked several sips of water before they came to their senses. The black man who reacted hurriedly swam to the back, daring to stay in the sea again.

"Damn, what is this, why can white people make such a big boat, how did they do it."

Finally, more and more black people saw the large ship, which is not only a surprising problem. For people in their primitive society, this is nothing short of a miracle.

Also seeing the panicked expressions of the black people, the white people on the boat shouted excitedly, venting their inner joy. I have never been so proud of myself after fighting black people for so long.

Especially this time they are going to destroy the black people in one fell swoop and completely wipe out this feud, how can they be in a bad mood. The emotions that have been held back for so long need to be vented, and they can't wait to rush to fight the black people now.

Of course, there were also black people who madly cast the spears in their hands towards the big ship. But they are not easy to exert force in the water, it is difficult for the spear to hit the ship, and most of them fall directly into the sea. The few that are inserted on the boat are useless to the boat, but make the boat look even more hideous.

"Unfortunately, if there is enough time, it would be better for us to arrange some magic circles on the ship."

Seeing the spear stuck on the boat, Zhao Han shook his head. After all, he was just a maker. Although the maker is powerful, it is based on a large amount of resources. Without materials, he has no way to do it himself.

Seeing that the black position in front of him appeared in front of Zhao Han, Zhao Han began to calculate.

"Enter the range, light breeze, good vision, adjust the angle of the ballista. Deflection five degrees, elevation angle thirty, and launch."

Following Zhao Han's orders, the white-skinned people who had been training for the past few days almost instinctively started activities according to his orders. On the other side of the fleet, someone was also calculating the angle.

The next moment, the sound of collapsing strings sounded, and countless black shadows shot straight towards the black camp like locusts.

"What is this, no, this is the enemy's spear, hurry up and avoid it." Realizing the enemy's attack, the black people quickly began to find a place to hide.

Fortunately, their connection ports have not been arranged very much. They are very primitive. There are still a lot of various rocks and trees in this place. But even so, there were still many unlucky people who fell to the ground on the spot. In an instant, countless screams sounded, and the smell of blood permeated.

In the rear, a priest recited aloud prayers, and the originally clear sky suddenly became gloomy. Then some gray mist rose from the ground, blurring the connection.

"What should we do, the distance is too far, our spells can't affect there." Said a white priest.

Zhao Han waved his hand: "It's okay, just keep attacking. The black people are very dense, and the ballista can't aim at all. So we just need to aim at the black fog and attack, and the effect will not be too bad."

With Zhao Han's words, the white people have a bottom line. In their hearts, the most useful person is not Du You, a powerful being, but Zhao Han, who can create miracles.

Therefore, the ballista attacked without stopping, and the ships on both sides did not intend to approach. Constantly listening to the screams inside, the black people finally couldn't bear it.

At this time, the white army of the south finally rushed to the position of the connecting port.

"Come on, put down the ballista, and we will join the attack." Seeing that the fight was already in front, the people here were excited and immediately formed a formation. One by one, the ballistas were carried by the white people to this side, and they were immediately placed on the ground.

Because it is relatively simple to manufacture and relatively simple to use, everyone quickly adjusts it. Then, countless crossbow arrows also flew from here, and shot directly in the direction of the mist at the connection port.

Amidst the screams, a group of black people rushed out and killed them. The black people who have been attacked and have no way to fight back have finally found a target to attack, how can they not be crazy. It's a pity that there are still too few people who can rush over, and most of them can't move casually at all.

"Haha, it's good to come, let me meet them."

A figure jumped out, waving two big hammers in both hands, and smashed it hard. Behind, invisible wind blades flew out, each time creating a bloody path among the black team.

Then, the white people who reacted, except those who controlled the ballista, raised their spears and threw them in the direction of the black people. The blacks also threw their spears over.

Immediately, there were casualties on both sides. Just because the black side didn't have the upper hand, it didn't take long for the black people to be suppressed. Many of the black people who rushed out had no choice but to retreat and continue to be surrounded by ballistas.

"Keep going and shoot all the arrows out. As long as you break the connection and eliminate the elite black people here, there will be not many people on the black side who will be our opponents."

A white warrior roared loudly. Seeing a black warrior rushing over, the two fought fiercely together in an instant. The amount of violent violence that burst out made people dare not approach at all.

After all, they are also second-order existences, so the attack must not be underestimated.

As the battle went on, the black people gradually felt that they could not hold on. "Why don't we retreat and fight again. We are not opponents at all. If we all stay here, what will happen to the people behind us."