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- Is there anything you can do?

- I'm needed here.

The Zulans were already dragging what could possibly be called boats to the water. The trunks of the ancient giants, skinned, with a hollowed out core and installed wooden shields, were already ripping up the shallow water of the western shore. The Zulans jumped onto these long, unstable little boats and rowed with everything - branches, makeshift oars - everything. One, three, six, ten, thirteen, twenty-five, more and more new boats rolled into the water, and each carried one and a half, two, or even two and a half dozen mighty rowers.

- Artillery, do not sleep! Musketeers, please! Archers, set fire! To the bottom of them! To the bottom of the geeks!

Cannonballs, arrows and bullets rushed towards the approaching flotilla. Even without hitting the targets, the cannonballs flopping into the water created enough waves to capsize the unstable primitive boats.

- Like this! Don't hesitate! Reload soon!

The archers fired from a canopy, the
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