To be fair, Stefanski is not a mediocre person. He was able to make Alexander II the favored commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, which already illustrates his strength.
But people sometimes get dazzled by victory. From the time he set off from Europe to Asia and traveled tens of thousands of miles in four months, all he received during the long journey were applause, flowers and people's praise.
Maybe Britain, France and other countries also want to sit back and watch the fight. All the British and French colonies have been given the green light along the way. The colonial governors have provided a lot of help to the Tsarist Russian fleet, ranging from food, medical care, coal supplies, to providing weapons at cost prices. Ammunition and all kinds of praise have already made the commander a little inflated.
Not to mention the pressure that the huge fleet brings to those weak countries. Whenever he sees the frightened eyes of the kings of Africa, India and South Asia, and the local people kneeling down and worshiping like gods, Stefans Kidu felt extremely honored and proud.
The peak of the expansion was Bai Layi's surprise attack. In Stefanski's mind, that battle was a textbook surprise attack. The enemy was not prepared at all, the intelligence was not leaked at all, and his command was not compromised at all. Mistakes.
Because of this, he could easily steal all the wealth without letting the Chinese hide even a cent. Later, the Governor of Hong Kong even sent him a congratulatory message in a private name. For the British Governor of the East to praise him so much, it was already an ecstasy worth drunkenness for the commander.
Now Molière actually wants him to run away without a fight? This is simply a shame. I had just flaunted my power and crossed two provinces from Hong Kong along the coast of the Qing Dynasty. When my morale was at its highest, you asked me to escape? What a joke.
"Knight Molière, I admit that there is some truth in what you said, but I can't accept it! Because I can't let down the morale of the expeditionary force. I finally mobilized the children's fighting power. You want me to run away now? "
"Let me tell you! Our great Tsarist Russia has always been a fighting nation. We only know how to attack and never know how to escape. We must fight... Now give me the order to outflank the left and right wings of the geese, and surround them with the enemy's artillery fire. Let’s get close and shoot!”
"No..." Molière howled in pain, "Commander, please calm down and remember your most important mission. You came to Asia to join forces with Vladivostok. Other than that, everything else is a side branch." The last chapter..."
"Go away, who wants to hear your rambling..." This time Stefanski did not speak, and the adjutant next to him pulled the annoying ghost-faced Molière aside.
The Russian fleet began to rapidly change its formation. The supply ships and troop carriers began to slow down, change course, and retreat out of the battle sequence. The remaining twelve main warships and fifteen frigates began to arrange themselves in a flying geese formation, leaning on the left wing of the west. The flagship St. Peter is the core, while the right wing to the east is led by the No. 2 main battleship Diamond.
Two battle groups gradually formed, and the remaining eighteen light warships served as guerrillas on the battlefield, patrolling and waiting in the gaps between the two military formations.
The sound of killing on the sea was loud, and the Russian army soldiers on the troop carrier swarmed on the deck, shouting at the navy in front of them.
"Ula! Ula! Ula!"
"Punish these heretics on behalf of God! Defeat those humble enemies in the name of the great Tsar! Hurrah!"
The Tsarist Russian Army couldn't help, but it could help cheer up. The sea was full of Ula roars, and the morale of the Russian Navy suddenly exploded.
In sharp contrast were the horrified eyes of the Chinese. The fishermen who had escaped were holding driftwood floating on the water. They looked at the crazy foreign devils and had no idea what was happening.
A closed country, a closed society, a closed heart! These people, who only know how to farm and fish, do not know a word of Chinese characters and just drift with the tide all their lives. Many of them have never heard the names of France and Britain until they are forty or fifty years old. In their eyes, all foreign devils are the same. of.
And no one understands what happened to the foreign devils and the Qing Dynasty. They don’t know what war is about, let alone what a treaty is. Everything is just living around instinct.
But when the most basic and humble wish of 'living' has become a luxury, when they are fishing at sea honestly, and they are knocked over by the foreign devils who burst into the sea without recruiting or provoking anyone. At this time, they The anger in his heart also broke out.
"Damn foreign devil, wait until Grandpa Lei kills you!"
At that moment, the Thunder God and Lightning Lady in the sky heard their prayers, and suddenly a faint light flashed in the direction of due north and east, followed by a dull rumble of thunder.
There seemed to be an iron car flying towards in the sky, followed by a sudden burst of flames in the Russian fleet on the right wing. A rumbling explosion resounded through the sky. A frigate was hit on the port side, and thick smoke and fire shot straight into the sky.
"Oh my God! Thunder Lord appears!"
Of course it's not Lei Gong. At this moment, Deng Shichang and the others have captured the figure of the warship in the distance through the lens of the telescope. I don't know how, but Deng Shichang felt as if he saw the person closest to him deep in his soul. A feeling that cannot be described in words. A feeling of closeness came over me.
"Is this the Zhiyuan? Is this that miraculous battleship? He fired, he really fired!"
Deng Shichang grabbed Yan Fu's arm like crazy and shook it like a swing, with tears streaming down his face. "You're wrong... Wuwuwu, you're wrong. It's the Zhiyuan that's coming. Xiao Letian didn't choose to defend." , he still came to attack, he finally rushed out and attacked the enemy..."
"Even if everyone in the world kneels, at least some people still don't kneel. Prime Minister Xiao doesn't kneel! I will never kneel..."
"Close! Let's get close... Damn it, I can't join the battle, why can't I even take a look? I want to see how these Rakshasa ghosts die!"
Riyige had been suppressed by the fanatical aura of these students. He suddenly remembered a story told by Shen Baozhen, the chief officer of the Shipping School, and something that Lin Zexu's son-in-law had personally experienced.
The earliest addresses for the Mawei Shipyard and School were chosen by Zuo Zongtang himself. However, Zuo Zongtang had so many things going on that he could not handle the specific affairs himself, so he handed over all affairs to his close confidant Shen Baozhen.
But when Shen Baozhen went to Mawei Village to negotiate land acquisition with the villagers, he encountered serious resistance.
The land price has obviously been raised to three times the market price, but the ignorant villagers refuse to sell the land. It is obviously some low-yield saline-alkali land by the sea, and they cannot be replaced with fertile water for irrigating the land.
When those ignorant villagers heard that a Western-style school was going to be built, they shook their heads and said that the foreign devils' things would ruin the feng shui of their ancestors. They would not sell the land even if they were killed.
In the end, the angry Mawei villagers threw pebbles and bricks and smashed Shen Baozhen and his party out of the village alive.
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