The cry of killing was so familiar, including the sound of a series of explosions. Molière and Major General Bruce were so shocked that they dropped the telescopes in their hands.
"Is this a regular army? Xiao Letian's army... God, this is the yellow-skinned monkey's declaration of war on Europe! They actually sent the army to Europe..."
At the end of the 19th century, European military theory made great progress, and the arms began to improve. All military theorists strongly recognized the policy of elite troops, and the most annoying thing was to play across borders.
In the minds of European military strategists, the army is the army, the navy is the navy, and even the artillery in the army is an independent unit. In this era, people believe more in professionalism.
Specialized yet sophisticated, miscellaneous yet chaotic, how can there be so many all-rounders in the world, who can be an army ashore and a navy at sea? How can he be proficient in trigonometric functions for long-distance diffusion if given a few artillery pieces? It is undeniable that there are such talented people in this world, but how many are there? Is it enough to form an army?
People in this world do not have the concept of a Marine Corps. During the two Opium Wars, the British and French expeditionary forces all had a dual configuration. The navy was to sail ships across the ocean and then provide fire support on the coastline. The army attacking the city is an ordinary army. After landing in a safe area, it launches an attack on the enemy with typical army drills.
The navy and army each have their own strengths and weaknesses, and they compete more with each other than cooperate with each other for their own tasks. This was a norm in the 19th century.
And today, when the soldiers led by Sun Chujian launched a desperate charge, all the French people on the sea were stunned. Isn't this a typical army drill? Musket volleys, three-three assault formations, progressive shooting by skirmishers, and even Ryukyu's best-known grenade tactics.
If it were to rely on warships to shoot at each other on the sea, the French Navy would have 10,000 ways to torture the soldiers on the Kunshan to death. However, the fight between the two ships has now reached a fever pitch. As a result, the international students who mainly focus on land warfare have taken over. So cheap.
"Damn it, you've been fooled, you've been fooled... This ship is just waiting for us to pick up the ship. They are not a navy at all, they are a group of armies... Those merchant ships must have been deceived and suffered disaster through the pick-up battle. These despicable Chinese, Prussians!”
Maury scolded him, but it was a done deal, so he could only bite the bullet and go ahead: "Give orders to the Holy, don't just stare blankly, charge forward to support the Gaulois... Your troops are theirs." Five or six times, if we lose this way, we can just jump into the sea and commit suicide!"
The total strength of the Gauls and the Saints together reached more than 600, while the Kunshan only had more than 130 people at full strength, and more than 50 people had been killed during the shooting just now.
The remaining 70 or 80 elites had all been brought aboard the Gaulois by Sun Chujian. Relying on the powerful combat effectiveness of the individual soldiers, there was a wailing on the Gaulois that was killed in a single charge.
If the soldiers on the Holy Ship wanted to support the Gaulois, they had to rush past the smoke-filled clipper ship Kunshan. No one knew whether there were explosives underneath, but with such heavy military orders, they could only rush forward fearfully. .
"Quick, quick, quick... Everyone speed up, go support the Gauls..." Just as the officer was urging, suddenly flames burst out of the Kunshan's hatch to replace the thick smoke, and a large amount of kerosene had been ignited. From all the flammable objects on the lower level of the hull, the soldiers could feel the heat coming up through their thick leather boots.
"Oh God, this ship is going to burn down... What's in it? Ahem..."
Anthracite, also known as white coal, is the most thoroughly coalized coal on the planet. It contains extremely high carbon content, has the least impurities, and can provide the highest amount of heat among all types of coal in the same unit.
The Zhiyuan used only the highest-grade anthracite that was abundant in Prussia. Burning this coal in the boiler would not produce long black smoke at all. Most of it would be a gray smoke ribbon, which looked like a dirty line from a distance. Dirty clouds.
In order to keep it secret, Prussia went to great lengths to take into account some possible dangers and nip them in the bud. But it is a pity that Bismarck and others did not calculate the madness of Chinese young people, and this is the biggest crisis that exposes the whereabouts of the Zhiyuan.
Now a total of 150 tons of high-quality anthracite coal have been discharged from the Kunshan. Once this coal mountain is ignited, there is no way to save it. The silence of the Kunshan will be a matter of time.
Flames spurted out from every breach on the Kunshan, and the armor on the two French warships was burned red. The sailors of the Holy Spirit who had just rushed onto the deck stepped back one by one as if they were doing a tap dance.
The captain of the Holy did not care about the military order at this time. He realized that the fire would burn them out if it were delayed any longer. "Turn the helm...turn the helm quickly! Get off this damn ship...put out the fire!"
Flames had already jumped onto the deck of the Holy, and the cables and spare canvas in the corners were ignited. The frightened soldiers hurriedly put out the fire.
Click... click... The hull made a sour sound. The Holy Ship finally broke away from the burning Kunshan. When the two ships separated, the shipyard looked down at the side of the Kunshan and was so frightened that white hairs sweated all over his body. .
All the holes in the clipper's body were spraying flames outwards, and some areas of the iron plates on his own battleship were red-hot. If he had given the order later, all three ships would have been martyred here.
The Saint's luck was good, but the fate of the Gaulois was destined to end here. Sun Chujian, who was determined to die, swept away all the living people on the deck of the Gaul with a desperate madness. Even the captain was chopped to death by Sun Chujian's knife.
The soldiers with explosives strapped to their bodies lit the fuse and rushed into the bottom cabin. The roaring explosion shook the Gauls' internal organs upside down. The soldiers guarded all the entrances and exits leading to the deck. When the heads appeared, there was a hail of bullets. Then two more grenades were thrown in. The soldiers in the bottom cabin were so pressed that they could not rush up.
As time passed, the high temperature of the flames had been transmitted through the armor, and smoke had even begun to appear in some areas. The sailors in the bottom cabin even began to pour water on the ammunition compartment to cool down.
It was only at this moment that Moliere and Bruce realized the seriousness of the problem. The wrong order eventually caused serious consequences, but Moliere did not want to apologize or admit his mistake. He just gave the order to the Holy Number coldly.
"Fire at the Gaulois...sink him!"
Boom boom boom...the sound of cannons rumbled on the sea, and the fireworks soared into the sky! The Kunshan finally burned through the bottom tank and a large amount of water poured into it and sank. The entire hull of the Gaulois shook after being blasted by a salvo of friendly artillery fire, especially the several bullets hit at the waterline, which just blew several large holes in the wooden hull without iron armor protection.
Rolling seawater poured into it, and the bodies fell down along the gap. The fragments of the explosion swept down a large area of the foreign students and Prussian soldiers on the deck.
Sun Chu felt a pain in his lower abdomen. He knew that he had been bitten by shrapnel. Blood seeped out from between his fingers and could not be stopped. The deck under his feet was pouring, and he would soon fall into the sea.
At the last moment of his life, Sun Chu saw Ninja kneeling on the deck in pain and kowtowed to the east, "Farewell, my motherland! I will sacrifice my blood to Xuanyuan... I will sacrifice my life to China..."
With a loud bang, the Gaulo capsized completely, and Sun Chujian fell into the cold water and completely lost all consciousness. This book was first published from, be the first to see the genuine content!
