Chapter 960: Chapter 542: Carnage (Part 2)
The spear is the most cost-effective equipment of this era, bar none.
This is why even when Hamlet’s Army completely switched to firearms, they still stocked a large number of spears, able to easily pull together units from the militia.
This put those fishmen into a panic; you could hear their frantic cries, some fishmen even throwing away their guns and spears.
Some were knocked away by the spears, while others pierced through the firing line causing casualties, but the next second someone stepped up to fill the gap, keeping the formation strong.
The militia’s counterattack relieved the pressure on the two hundred Navy soldiers, allowing them to retreat and adjust their state, while procuring ammunition from logistics and replacing some damaged guns directly.
The musket was still a delicate gadget at this time, relatively fragile, requiring frequent maintenance.
Despite this, some couldn’t withstand the high-intensity shooting earlier and had various issues.
Parts damage is fatal, but fortunately, there’s still stock, replace the damaged one directly, anyway, precision isn’t needed now, just stronger firepower.
Wilson appeared here, as the commander of Hamlet Navy, he was qualified to know the details of the Lord’s actions, although he had requested to launch an attack, the Lord kept them back with the excuse of guarding against pirates.
Although protecting Hamlet wasn’t a shameful task, he could feel the fragility of the Navy, so much that it was difficult for the Lord to entrust them with more important tasks.
Remember those days when Hamlet had hundreds of large ships controlling an entire coastal area.
Yet now there were only two broken ships, and personnel difficulties even guarding a port.
He was unwilling, he saw the hope of Hamlet’s re-emergence in the Lord, and he too would revive Hamlet Navy.
Starting with tonight’s battle!
"Quick, quick, quick! If you can’t even outperform the militia, then don’t damn call yourselves the Regular Army."
At Wilson’s urgings, the Navy briefly regrouped and retook a corner of the coast, unleashing ammunition on the fishmen, the bursts of firelight revealing some fatigued faces, but their gaze remained steadfast as ever.
Amidst the escalating battlefield, Amanda had long escaped.
Resisting the enemy didn’t mean she had to fall into the fishmen’s siege, that wasn’t the Seeker of Omens’ fighting style, and she couldn’t survive amid the surging fish tide; dodging one or two attacks couldn’t avoid all.
Similarly, she didn’t want herself covered by the barrage, that thing had no eyes.
Personal strength often appears powerless in large-scale battles, though exceptions exist for some.
Sadly, Amanda knew she wasn’t one of them, so she decisively retreated from the front line, heading back to the dock where the Romani ships were moored.
However, now the ship was shrouded in darkness, appearing empty, this was the Romani’s usual trick, the ceremony on board was triggered, under the supernatural power, it could "disappear," but this didn’t stump Amanda; she tossed out a grappling hook, easily boarding the Romani’s ship.
There was none of the previous commotion, instead falling into silence, all lights were put away, and the personnel hid within, leaving only a few combat-capable individuals wandering the ship with weapons.
Sela was also now in a complex and splendid outfit, don’t forget she was a spellcaster too.
"What? Are you planning to escape too? Too late~" Seeing Amanda climb aboard, Sela didn’t stop her, but upon meeting, sneered malevolently.
Perhaps she realized she had been duped earlier or vented pressure from the current situation’s unraveling.
Romani are characteristically just like this, even among their own, tough to tolerate.
So Amanda unceremoniously retorted, "Shut up, if it weren’t for me diverting the fishmen, you’d be in the water now, you think you can outswim these monsters?"
If Amanda hadn’t hurried to the water’s edge beside the dock, ringing the alarm bell for a grand sight to attract the monsters over, the landing point for those monsters would certainly be the dock with lit lamps and more noise.
At that time, the surging fishmen would shred everything, even Sela couldn’t deny this fact, so she didn’t refute it.
At this moment, Sela also lacked the inclination to dispute; she wanted to flee but feared the commotion would attract those monsters.
Because the coast and dock were less than one hundred yards apart, such an environment spawned anxiety and unease, accumulating pressure constantly.
Watching the fierce battle not far away, indeed, the militia-constructed defense line held the fishmen.
"They can win, right..."
Such lacking confidence from Sela isn’t surprising, but Amanda’s following statement was more direct.
"Can’t hold, relying only on ordinary people cannot hold, let alone win, you don’t see there’s no decreasing trend amongst those fishmen, now there are over a thousand on the coast.
And this is just the beginning, see those fishmen? Their forms clearly larger yet lingering by the shore.
That means they are intentionally using these small fries to exhaust the enemy, indirectly indicating these fishmen have a commander."
Speaking of which, Amanda solemnly questioned.
"You think these militias struggling against the weakest fishmen, when this wave’s power dissipates, when those elite fishmen take the field, can they withstand it?"
"Damn it! I shouldn’t have come." Sela, somewhat losing control of her emotions, cursed immediately, "I should have left earlier, I shouldn’t have listened to your nonsense, now no one can escape..." Sela’s reaction was understandable since once those people died, it would be their turn, even if they fled at sea, they’d be torn apart by fishmen, on land without this ship, even reaching Totnes wouldn’t assure her.
"Tch!" Amanda unmasked her disdain, "That’s why you can’t be responsible, you fundamentally don’t understand the true Hamlet."
"By the way!" Sela exclaimed as if grasping some key point, "There’s still the Army and that Lord, he’s so strong, he must be able to hold out."
Sela harbored hostility towards the Lord who single-handedly destroyed the Empire’s Spiritual Network, and forced the Elder to yield, but undeniably a strong presence inspired confidence in such times.
However, Amanda mercilessly shattered her hope in the next second.
"The Lord led the Army away from Hamlet, otherwise how do you think these monsters dared come?" Hearing this, Amanda shook her head somewhat helplessly revealing Hamlet’s empty essence.
Hearing this, Sela was even more dumbfounded.
A Lord not enjoying life in his territory, leading the army out to do what?
She was about to lose her mind, but facing such a desperate situation, her gambling instinct arose with an urge to bet on it.
Now, while those fishmen hadn’t noticed this side, set sail and charge out, she was confident this ship had the ability to escape, after all...
"I advise you not to do so." Amanda saw her expression and guessed this guy’s intentions.
And she came precisely to prevent Sela from making a rash decision, her expression calm she continued.
"Use your brain, if there’s truly trouble, would I not run? I’m not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
"Then just tell it!"
Amanda remained silent; truth be told she lacked much confidence herself, simply refocusing on the battlefield...
Actually as Amanda suspected, these militia were inadequately trained to withstand such intense combat.
Because ordinary people lacking specialized training, full exertion generally won’t exceed a minute, adrenaline’s effect also dwindling in this process.
Thus at first, the spears were straight but soon appeared soft; many were exhausted after the burst, those spears jabbed ahead, few caused harm, many couldn’t pierce fish scales, sliding off in mucus.
The heavy panting indicated their state was nearing the limit, but the monsters ahead seemed limitless.
Despair began to spread...
