Stefanski's vision went dark and he almost fainted. He was really afraid of what would come. The more he worried about ghosts, the more ghosts he would attract.
"How could this be? The Zhiyuan shouldn't be so fast! I calculated it three times on the chart. We should still have more than three hours! Why did he come so fast..."
When Molière saw that the commander-in-chief was going crazy, he rushed over, pinched his arm and whispered in his ear, "General! Now is not the time to think about this. The brave will win when we meet on a narrow road. The first priority now is to rush out! Take the fleet out of the strait. …”
"Don't think about Major Ackerson, and don't think about the army on the mountain. We must protect our fleet now! The fleet is the wealth!"
Stefanski smiled bitterly and nodded desperately, "My fate has been determined. Because of the failure of the expeditionary force, Major Aikeson also fell on the battlefield... No matter what, there is no possibility for me to survive. Death is My only ending!"
"Since death is inevitable, I choose to die on the battlefield! You don't have to say it, we have our glory... Come here! Give Mr. Molière a small boat and send him ashore..."
The commander-in-chief patted Molière on the shoulder, "Go! Take care of yourself. You are French after all. You do not belong to this war. I think Xiao Letian will not make things difficult for you! Besides, on such a large battlefield, I I believe you still have the ability to hide in the past..."
Molière heard the farewell message from the general's mouth. He stepped back half a step, stood at attention and saluted the general. "Your heroic deeds are destined to go down in history! But I would like to advise you one last thing. His Majesty the Tsar has passed through Central Asia and the Great Wall." You should know better than me about moving troops from the grassland to the Far East..."
"The large army mobilized this time went from the Caucasus Mountains and Afghanistan around the north side of the Mongolian steppe all the way to the east... It is the time when the spring flowers are blooming, which is very suitable for the large-scale movement of war horses. In other words, in the future battle in the Far East, the army's strength There will be no shortage!”
"What Vladivostok lacks most now is warships and a navy! Even if this navy can only do offshore defense, it is still better than nothing!"
"General, please take care of your usefulness...Escape as much as the fleet can escape! There is no need to fight with the Chinese here!"
Stefanski waved his hands and never said a word again. This was the last meeting between Stefanski and Molière. At this moment, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force was already determined to die.
When the matter came to an emergency, people's hearts became clearer. The key points that they had not thought of before were completely understood at this moment. Stefanski hated this disgusting French knight. This damn war would have been impossible without his interference. I won't end up like this.
The information about gold was brought by Molière, and the information about Bailayitun Reclamation Area was also collected by him. Even the many hesitations were slightly influenced by his poisonous tongue.
Without Molière, there would never have been this defeat. Perhaps the fleet had already crossed the Tsushima Strait and saw the towering fort in Vladivostok.
To be honest, Stefanski really wanted to shoot this bastard Molière, but as an excellent commander, he knew that Molière's influence was only an external cause, and the real responsibility still lay with himself.
Molière was not a double agent. With his loyalty to France and hatred for Xiao Letian, it was absolutely impossible for him to harm the expeditionary force. He actually sincerely hoped that the expeditionary force would defeat Xiao Letian.
But there is such a kind of person in this world, commonly known as good intentions but bad deeds! This kind of person is the most troublesome to others. You can't doubt their loyalty and the efforts they put in, which are true and come from their heart.
But fate loves to play tricks on people, and it is this kind of people who are plagued by bad luck, and use their loyalty and enthusiasm to send themselves to hell time and time again.
At that time, Molière was completely defeated by the Punishment Legion of ten French battleships. The latest model of modified iron-clad battleships in the Atlantic were also sunk by him. The French colony of Dakar was looted by bandits attracted by Molière... Now this Sangmenxing has entangled the Tsarist Russian Expeditionary Force again, using his extremely skilled black skills of cursing friendly troops to bring 30,000 Russian troops into a golden trap.
At that moment Stefanski wanted to cry, but the battlefield didn't believe in tears, only blood!
"Warriors of the Navy! This moment is a matter of life and death! No matter how powerful the enemy warship is, there is only one... Now rush forward to face the enemy's gunfire! Don't be afraid of sacrifice, sink him! Knock him over!"
"Children! After this battle, I will take you home!"
No need for too many words to encourage, now everyone in the navy has realized the seriousness of the situation. Everyone is risking their lives at the moment of life and death. The exit of the narrow strait is suddenly sprayed with black smoke, the battleship boilers are collectively pressurized, and the huge sails are raised. The battleship began to move forward against the wind against the gunfire of the Zhiyuan.
Both the enemy and us were already furious. There was cheering on the Gaobo Mountain fort. Seeing the mighty Zhiyuan appearing on the sea, all the anger that had been held in for two days disappeared at this moment.
"Fire...blow up these bastards and avenge the brothers who died in the battle!" At this moment, there was no need to aim the artillery at all. The exit of the strait was crowded with Russian warships, and they were like water rats running for their lives.
On the distant sea, two thousand meters away from the mouth of the sea, the Zhiyuan was blocking the mouth of the sea with arrogance like a peerless and independent knight.
The 210-caliber naval gun gave full play to its power, and close range shooting ensured sufficient accuracy. This naval battle has become a one-sided massacre from the beginning to the present.
This is the battlefield chosen by Xiao Letian. He knows very well that although the Zhiyuan is powerful, there is only one ship. If he wants to exert his maximum combat power, he must gather the enemy in a relatively small area. The strait of Amami Oshima is exactly The best place for a decisive battle.
Although the west entrance of the strait is wider, that is only compared to the west entrance. The four to five kilometers wide strait exit looks quite broad, but when the battleships are crowded together, the spacious waterway is not enough.
The battleship that was hit and lost its combat effectiveness was burning and wandering powerlessly on the sea, not only blocking the way of the warships behind it, but also blocking their way.
Then the charging warships had to avoid the burning warships in front, but the emergency evasion in the narrow water caused chaos for other warships.
Scratches and collisions inevitably occurred, and this kind of chaos was exactly what Xiao Letian wanted.
"Oh yeah! That's right, this is the rhythm...Xiang Ying! Great fight! If you can block 80% of the battleships today! I will allocate 100 million yuan of shipbuilding funds to your navy!"
"I just want to see if you have the ability to make money!"
One sentence set the entire Zhiyuan on fire, and all the soldiers shouted excitedly, "Fight! Fight! 100 million military expenditures!"
