The fire-breathing hedgehog Zhiyuan finally stopped shooting at this moment. The starboard side of the battleship was covered by a thick white mist, so thick that even the morning wind could not disperse it.
At that time, the technology of smokeless gunpowder was not yet mature. The smoke produced by the explosion of the shell was mixed with a certain amount of black, and the black and white mixed with the entire smoke belt was a large gray area.
The soldiers who had been baptized by the gunpowder belt all had faces as dark as Zhang Fei's, and when they touched their hands upwards, they made several long lines, and black ash was even smeared into their eyes, causing tears to flow from their eyes. But no one dared to close their eyes. They tried their best to open their eyes wide to see the results of the rain of bullets just now.
The wind got a little stronger, and when the Far East flagship Aleut appeared in front of everyone again, there was a low cry on the battlefield. At that moment, people even forgot about the battle.
The armored warship that once carried the Russian envoy to Dagukou to force the Manchus to sign a treaty, and the Tsarist Russian flagship that once suppressed the Qingdao gold mine in the Far East, are now floating on the sea like a coffin burned by fire.
All the deck superstructures of the battleship were blown away by the 210 main gun, and the mast, bridge, and command module were all turned into fragments on the sea.
The teak deck was riddled with holes, the overturned wood was burning, and thick smoke billowed out from the gaps. Not only were corpses lying on the deck, but the sea was also covered with them.
Those Tsarist Russian sailors who could not withstand the strong firepower and fled jumped into the cold sea water, holding pieces of wood and fluttering desperately. From their angle, they could feel the underwater whirlpool even more, and a 210 main gun hit A huge gap opened up in the Aleut's waterline, and now seawater is pouring in.
Old sailors all know that this kind of warship that is about to sink is the most dangerous. A large amount of sea water will surge into the cabin and the huge hull will sink downwards, which will form a powerful convection force on the sea. This force will create a huge The whirlpool, whoever gets close will be pulled down.
"Swim quickly! Swim outwards. If you're late, it's too late!"
"Oh God! Our flagship is sinking. We have failed. We can't escape."
"Help me, someone help me, I can't feel my legs."
People on the sea cried and shouted for mercy, and collapsed hysterically. The scene in hell shocked everyone present. The officers and soldiers of the Tsarist Russian navy actually knew that the Aleut was destined to be sunk. How could he be the opponent of the Zhiyuan, which was a deep-sea assassin traveling across the Atlantic in a single ship.
But don’t lose so quickly! Only a quarter of an hour after the Zhiyuan opened fire wildly, the pride of the Russian Navy in the Far East was blown into a burning coffin. How could this combat power be so powerful?
Before the chain explosion occurred, Aitorin and Diachenko were pushed into the sea by loyal guardsmen, struggling to survive among the white waves and debris.
The two of them thought they could die for their country in this war, but death is sometimes harder than life. A piece of shell skin cut off Aitorin's left wrist. He lost a lot of blood and could only let the guards drag him in the sea. Struggling, a young orderly cried and tore off his own clothes and strangled the broken arm with a strip of cloth to stop the blood from flowing out.
"Leave me alone. I'm hopeless. Let me go to God! It's time for me to die for my country."
"No, general, we can't give up! Our cavalry regiment hasn't arrived yet, and we haven't reached the final moment of defeat yet!"
The pale-faced Etolin turned to look at Diyachenko, who was raising his arms in the sea and roaring like a madman. The commander-in-chief of the Far East, whose lips were frozen blue, stepped on the sea water, waved his fists and shouted, "Get out! Leave it alone." Us, bump into our bodies"
"You are the hope of the Far East Navy! Escape from a battleship is the seed of future revenge. Leave me alone! Don't hide, just run into me. For the sake of God! For the sake of His Majesty the Tsar! You guys are going to run into me."
Aitorin felt his strength disappearing little by little. He floated on his back on the sea, with two soldiers protecting him on the left and right, and even placed a pine board on his back.
The scenery in front of Aitorin was spinning. The Aleut, which he had commanded for twelve full years, was burning, spinning, and sinking. This warship, which had been the focus of his twelve years of hard work, was finally in decline at this moment.
Tears burst from the corners of her eyes. The Aleut finally came sideways, and the Zhiyuan on the opposite side showed a ferocious face. The countless guns on the side were as dense as an iron hedgehog.
"What a powerful warship! It's a pity that it's not the Tsar's. What a rich land! It's a pity that it's not ours."
More and more blood seeped out from the broken wrist, and the cold sea water was only two or three degrees above zero at most. Aitorin felt that his body temperature was extremely low, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. In the end, he even saw him in Da Qingdao. The innocent souls of those Chinese miners who were killed.
Angry faces one after another, with blood, unwillingness and anger, surrounded him. When he was dying, Aitorin finally believed that there really was hell in this world. His whole body twitched and his mouth shouted unconsciously. .
"Go away! Don't follow me away"
The guards around him quickly turned to look, and only then did they realize that Rear Admiral Aitorin had become a cold floating corpse in the Amur Bay.
"General! General Diachenko, look! General Aitorin." The soldier cried and went to summon Diachenko. The commander-in-chief turned his head and looked, and his vision suddenly went dark and he almost fainted in the sea water.
"Old friend! My old friend, you have been stationed in this land with me for nine years! But" Diyachenko wiped away his tears and shouted at his fleet on the sea, "Damn bastard! Still waiting? What? Don’t hesitate, hit me, rush out and find a way to survive for yourselves!"
Etolin died in the battle, and Diyachenko also knew that he did not have much time left, unless he ordered the entire army to surrender now, but this was simply impossible. Being able to live in this bitter and cold land in the Far East for nine years, their hearts It had long been frozen to stone.
"Come out! The whole army rush out. You must turn into the flames of revenge and attack every port and fishing village of the Qing and Chinese! Kill all their people, steal their wealth, and burn their houses."
"This is your only mission in this life. This is the last mission that I, Diyachenko and Aitorin, will give you! Don't let me down when you complete it!"
Diyachenko's crazy shouting did have an effect, and those warships that were preparing to waste time bypassing this sea of colleagues finally made up their minds.
Countless Tsarist Russian captains closed their eyes and let their tears flow down. They shouted in the command cabin, "Crash it! Try every second to crash it, and crash it through the wreckage area of the Aleut!"
No one dared to look at their colleagues and comrades-in-arms struggling in the water. The warship pierced the waves and crushed the fallen sailors mercilessly. At that moment, the cries in the Tsarist Russian warship were loud.
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