The World Online

Chapter 673-Iron Lady Army

Translator: ryangohsf

Editor: Nora

Annie shook her head, rejecting Caroline's suggestion. He raised her head and looked at the skies, "Those two dragons are a problem. Ask the musketeers to give up on shooting the pirates and focus on the fire dragons."

"Understood!" Caroline's face froze; she turned around and left.

Thousands of musketeers changed their targets to the fire dragon circling above; this terrified the dragons and stopped them from making any sudden moves. In the end, if they were hit, they would lose a layer of skin even if they did not die.

If a critical spot or their wings were hit, they would face the danger of falling into the ocean.

Dragon taming in the game was not like in the films where everyone had one as a pet. Each dragon was like their children and a strategic weapon.

Under the command of the dragon tamer, the two fire dragons stopped circling and shooting flames down, which allowed the navy squadron some breathing room.

"Quickly, extinguish the flames!" Annie's expression was resolute.

Although the ‘Man O' War’ was an advanced warship, it was still made of wood in the end. The moment the fire on the ship spread, even without the Vikings acting, they would be buried in a sea of flames.

"Quickly! Pour water!"

"Faster!"

Under the hard work of the sailors, the massive fires were slowly put out. As the overlords of the oceans, not to mention some flames, these battleships wouldn't easily sink even if they were struck by cannonballs.

Their huge weight made them unusually stubborn.

Those who followed Annie out to sea, be it the soldiers or the sailors, were all extremely experienced.

After their desperate attempts at saving the situation, the navy squadron finally regained their footing.

However, without the musket fire suppressing them, the Viking dragon boats became fearless. They swiftly sailed toward the navy battleships.

Each battleship was surrounded by five to six dragon boats.

The soldiers on the battleships could already see the curled-up beards of the Vikings. Each pirate revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth as they opened their mouths wide; there was even meat stuck in the gaps.

On one side were the giant dragons spitting fire from the sky, while the terrifying pirates approached from the other.

The musketeers were suddenly placed in a tough spot.

The ocean surface was in total chaos. The navy squadron formation was spread apart by the dragon boats. The 15 battleships suddenly started to fight for themselves. As the formation had scattered, they now had to be afraid of firing cannons in case they hit their allies.

Close combat was unavoidable.

Pa, pa, pa! Huge planks were slammed down from the dragon boats, connecting them to the battleships.

If they followed the old Viking tradition, they should go up one by one to face off the enemies now.

The fate of the person who went on the board was as such: they either killed everyone or died themselves; the people after them would help them take revenge.

If one felt afraid, they could jump into the sea. No one would chase a deserter, but anyone who gave up would be seen as dead, and their family would neglect their presence.

Hence, the first ones to head up were usually the most elite. During the battles, they would act like possessed beings, roaring out and enjoying the atmosphere and the adrenaline. They knew that the boards were all soaked with the blood of their ancestors, and their descendants would similarly lay foot on the same spot.

In the battles, the Viking Pirates were exceptionally crazy and fearless. Their fury made the Viking pirates seem even more terrifying. Such soldiers could even be called berserkers.

Unfortunately, what they faced were not pirates but the English Navy. The navy focused on efficiency. If they truly tried to fight one on one, a musketeer could kill a whole boatful of Viking Pirates.

The olden traditions were left in the times.

"Shoot freely!"

Numerous bullets rained down on the pirates directly.

The pirates charging at the front all fell, their corpses falling into the water. The pirates behind them did not even feel the slightest amount of fear as they braced the bullet rain, waving their war axes and charging forward.

All of a sudden, the board was dyed red; to the Viking Pirates, this was a type of honor.

The Viking Soldiers on the dragon boats continued to throw spears over to cover their attacking brothers. Their spear throwing technique was truly accurate.

With the weak defenses of the musketeers, the moment a spear struck them, they would instantly die.

In the Gaia 3rd year, firearms were just developing. Along with the unique cultivation type support of the game, in a battle between thermal and cold weapons, firearms might not have the upper hand.

Be it the eastern primordial energy or the western battle magic, neither could be underestimated. When one cultivated to a high level, normal firearms could not even hit the; the current Ouyang Shuo was such an example .

After paying huge sacrifices, the pirates finally crossed the less than four-meter-long board.

The ones at the front jumped onto the decks; it was like a ferocious tiger had jumped into the musketeer formation. The huge and sharp double-headed war axes had insane killing power.

All of a sudden, the musketeer formation was in chaos.

The moment a hole was breached, it would be impossible to block it up.

"Charge!" Thousands of Viking Pirates stepped onto the decks and onto the battleships.

The chaos had begun.

Such a battle method was what the Viking pirates excelled at. The glory times that belonged to them had finally arrived.

At the same time, without the suppression of the musketeers, the two huge dragons charged down; the dragon tamers had ordered them to spit out flames.

The sails of the battleships were once again set ablaze.

To the battleships that used wind to move, destroying their sails was like removing the legs of a giant or the wings of a bird. Their huge bodies suddenly became cumbersome and useless.

The situation was more and more against the navy.

Wanting to retreat at this moment was nearly impossible.

Annie was still really determined, pulling out the long sword by her waist, "Iron ladies, follow me to kill the enemy!" Their morale shot toward the heavens.

As the sunlight shone onto her, she looked like a war angel, eye-catching and dazzling. The boisterous noise of the battlefield could not dull her luster; her soldiers would all willingly die for her.

"Yes!"

A group of united and tender voices replied to her.

On the deck of the Annie, three thousand Iron Lady Guards were well-equipped and ready. They were all female and elite combat players.

Their equipment was great, and they were well trained.

They were the Iron Ladies, the most unique squad in England.

Although they were females, they were basically heroines.

"Kill!"

Annie waved her sword, the silver light shining as they fought with the pirates.

"Kill!"

The Iron Ladies charged into the crowd, even more brutal and violent than the Vikings. Facing these attacks, the Viking Pirates were forced back despite their high on morale.

With the help of the Iron Ladies, Annie was like a God, killing everyone.

All of a sudden, the navy soldier's morale skyrocketed.

"A bunch of female devils!"

On a dragon boat far away, the pirate head Tuffnutt muttered.

"Boss, what should we do?" A big fatty beside him asked.

"Don't bother about The Annie, focus on the other battleships before taking care of those female devils." Tuffnutt was small and different from normal Viking leaders.

His huge cow horn helmet stood in stark contrast to his body.

His yellow teeth made it difficult for one to look at him.

"Understood!" The fatty laughed; he was as cunning as his boss.

Hence, without Annie knowing anything, the strategy of the Viking Pirates changed.

The flames of war burned, and blood boiled.

Fresh blood and honor intersected on the battlefield.

……

"Missus, not good, the other battleships cannot hold on!"

Caroline, who was soaked in blood, suddenly ran over. Several streaks of dried up blood ran down her face, making her look like a rose that bloomed in battle.

Even the Vikings drooled at her body.

"Scoff!"

Annie swung her long sword, chopping off the head of a Viking Pirate.

She looked around; since the Annie had the Iron ladies Defending it, they were safe and had the advantage. However, on the other battleships, the cheers of the Viking Pirates grew louder and louder.

For this trip out to sea, Annie only brought five battleships. Three of them had already sunk, and the remaining 13 were the territory navy arranged by William.

Orthodox naval battles were the strong point of the navy and not chaotic fights. Under the strategic pincer movements of the Vikings, the navy soldiers were suppressed, and numerous bodies were strewn all over the deck.

In her stubborn eyes, regret appeared for the first time.

She was too rash for rushing out to sea. In the end, she was ambushed by the Viking Pirates.

In truth, this was not the first time she encountered pirates. However, for the last two times, she had only met small-scaled Viking Pirates that were easily taken care of.

Hence, her passion of killing off the Viking Pirates was ignited.

She did not even know that the Viking Pirates had their eyes on her. The third time she went out to sea, she fell into their trap and was ambushed.

Not only that, she also dragged down the guard squadron that her brother had arranged for her.

"Missus, while the other battleships are fighting, let's leave!" Caroline was exasperated.

"No!" Annie stubbornly shook her head, "I’m not a deserter!"

"Missus!" Caroline was helpless; her tone could not help but turn more serious, "If this drags on and you are captured, won't their lives be lost in vain?"

"That can't do either. At most, we will die in battle." Annie suppressed Caroline’s attempts at convincing her, “There's no need to speak anymore."

Each fighter had a way of life that they persisted on.

Her mojo was never to compromise. At most, she would just die.

On The Annie, a determined aura instantly appeared; an aura to fight to the death.

The Iron Ladies did not get unhappy because of her stubbornness. After her, this spirit was one of the reasons they followed her.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

Their killing aura rushed to the skies.

Just at this moment, on the ocean surface far away, a huge swallow formation squadron slowly proceeded over.

The golden dragon flag floating above the ships was exceptionally eye-catching.