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Olma watched as the Pirate Ship came within less than a hundred meters. The thirty-meter-high hull seemed close enough to touch. He shouted, "The first and second thousand-man units, board the ship! Use our numbers to seize it first! Everyone else, circle around both sides of the hull and attack the Iron Blood Brotherhood players!"
"Kill~!" the Sudanese players roared.
Four thousand men charged toward the ship, but when they reached fifty meters away, a head suddenly appeared over the deck.
Olma had been staring at the Pirate Ship. The moment he saw that head appear, his face turned extremely ugly.
"This is bad! The Iron Blood Brotherhood got aboard first! Take it back!" Olma shouted.
On the deck.
Jiang Chen laughed loudly. "Olma, you're too late~!"
Captain Ross appeared beside Jiang Chen. He drew his saber with his right hand, pointed it forward, and shouted, "Fire~!"
Five rows of dark cannon muzzles suddenly emerged from the side facing Olma. Each row held dozens of cannons, and nearly several hundred cannons fired at the same time.
Boom
Boom
Boom
The cannons had map-wide range, with a fifty-meter explosion radius and 500,000 damage per shot. At such close range, almost every Sudanese player was hit by four cannon shots at once.
In just the first volley, every Sudanese player within a hundred meters of the Pirate Ship was wiped out. Nearly a thousand people were instantly killed.
Olma stared at the Pirate Ship in shock. He had never imagined its firepower would be this terrifying.
"Damn it! Charge while the cannons are reloading and seize the ship!" Olma shouted.
More than a thousand Sudanese players charged forward, but as soon as they reached the bottom of the ship, Iron Blood Brotherhood