Chapter 342: Chapter 342

Everyone made their choices and set into action. The large ship quickly began to move towards the convergence point.

The always-agitated black warriors moved particularly quickly. In a short time, they congregated, their heads bobbing as they looked out to sea.

Some of the black warriors even chose to row small rafts or swim out into the ocean, ready to face the forthcoming white men. Having fought the white men for so long, they weren’t scared at all.

However, when the huge shadow appeared, their expressions changed.

"They’re here, they’re here, the white man’s ship is coming."

"Where are they? Tell me. I want to kill ten people today," yelled a black warrior.

"God, how can there be such a big ship? Is this really a ship? Or is this heaven’s punishment for us?" A black warrior, upon seeing the massive shadow, was overcome with fear.

Others out at sea, shocked, forgot to swim and sank. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of sea water, they came to their senses. Reacting, they scrambled back to shore, afraid to remain in the ocean.

"Damn it, what is this thing? How could the white men build such a big ship? How did they do it?"

Gradually, more and more black warriors saw the gigantic ship, and it wasn’t just a matter of surprise anymore. To these primitive people, this was virtually a miracle.

Seeing the panic-stricken expressions on the black warriors’ faces, the white people on the ship clamored excitedly, venting their inner joy. They had never felt so triumphant in all their fights against the black warriors.

Especially since this time they planned to wipe out the black warriors in one fell swoop, thoroughly annihilating their mortal enemy - how could their spirits not be high? The emotions they’d suppressed for so long needed to be released. They wished they could charge forth now and battle the black warriors.

Of course, some of the black warriors desperately threw their spears towards the ship, but it was challenging to gather force while in the water. Their spears rarely hit their target and mostly fell into the sea. Those few that managed to embed into the ship didn’t do any damage. If anything, it made the ship appear more ferocious.

"Such a pity. If we just had more time, we could have installed magic arrays on the ship."

Seeing spears stuck in the ship, Zhao Han shook his head. After all, he was just a maker. Makers are powerful, yes, but they need ample resources. Without materials, there was nothing he could do. Updates are released by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩

As the black warriors’ base came into view, Zhao Han started making calculations.

"We’re within firing range. Light breeze. Good visibility. Adjust trebuchet’s angle. Deflect five degrees, thirty degrees elevation. Fire."

With Zhao Han’s order, the white men, who had been training for the past few days, instinctively began to move according to his commands. On the other ships, similar adjustments were being made.

The next moment, the trebuchet strings were released, and countless dark shadows, like a swarm of locusts, were launched straight towards the black warriors’ camp.

"What is this? Oh no, it’s the enemy’s spears! Take cover quickly!" Realizing the enemy’s attack, the black warriors quickly began to take cover.

Luckily their base was primitive and not well organized, so there were plenty of rocks and trees to hide behind. Regardless, many unfortunate people were hit and fell to the ground. Suddenly, the sound of screams echoed, and the smell of blood filled the air.

In the rear, a black shaman started to recite a prayer, causing the previously clear sky to darken. A grey mist began to rise from the ground, making the convergence point hazy.

"What should we do? We’re too far away, our magic can’t reach them," said an elder white shaman.

Zhao Han waved his hand: "No problem, continue the attack. The black warriors are crowded together, and the trebuchet can’t aim well anyway. So, just aim towards the mist and fire; the effect won’t be much worse."

With Zhao Han’s words, the white people felt reassured. In their hearts, the most useful person wasn’t the powerful warrior, Du You, but Zhao Han, the miracle maker.

So, the trebuchet attack continued unabated, and the ships showed no signs of approaching. As the screams inside the stronghold intensified, the black warriors started to waver.

Just then, the white army from the south finally reached the convergence point.

"Quick, bring down the trebuchets, we’re joining the attack." Seeing that the battle had already started, the men here excitedly got into formation. One by one, the trebuchets were carried down from the ships and quickly set up on the ground.

Because they were simple to build and easy to use, everyone quickly adjusted. Then, countless bolts were launched, shooting straight into the mist covering the convergence point.

Amid the screams, a group of black warriors rushed out, heading towards them. The black warriors, who had been under constant attack without being able to retaliate, had finally found a target. How could they not be frenzied? However, unfortunately, there were just too few of them that could make the charge; the majority simply couldn’t afford to move recklessly.

"Ha ha, bring it on! Let me meet them."

A figure leaped out, wielding a hefty iron hammer in each hand, smashing fiercely into the black warriors’ ranks. Behind him, invisible wind blades flew out, each one carving a bloody path through the black warriors.

The responsive white men, aside from those controlling the trebuchet, hurriedly hurled their spears towards the black warriors. The black warriors responded in kind by throwing their spears in return.

Casualties quickly emerged on both sides. However, the black warriors were at a disadvantage and soon found themselves suppressed. The black warriors who had rushed out had no choice but to retreat and continue to be bombarded by the trebuchets.

"Keep going, keep going, shoot all the bolts. As long as we break the convergence point and wipe out the elite black warriors here, the rest on the other side will be no match for us."

A white brave warrior roared out. Seeing a black brave warrior charging towards him, the two quickly found themselves engaged in a fierce battle. The explosive force from their clash kept others from daring to approach.

After all, they were both second-tier beings; their attacks were not to be underestimated.

As the battle progressed, the black warriors gradually started to struggle. "Maybe we should retreat. If we keep on fighting, we’re not their match. If we all stay here, what will happen to the people behind us?"