The naval battle on the East Frisian Islands finally came to an end. Xiang Ying hid behind a low wall in a warehouse, looking at the world outside the gap in the wall with a wry smile.
The continuous bombing has turned the town into a living hell. There are ruins everywhere, corpses of the dead everywhere, and nearly two meters of floating dust in the air, making it difficult to breathe.
Fortunately, there are a large number of brick and stone houses in the town. Although the main building was destroyed by the bombing, the remaining ruins can still allow soldiers to hide.
In addition, the French fleet lacks large-caliber naval guns like the Zhiyuan, so the casualties are still controllable. However, the casualties are a slowly rising curve after all. No one dares to say how long the ruined defenses can last.
"Is it still in vain after all? All my efforts are still dead at the end..."
Almost everyone felt the fear of the coming doomsday. France was firing a salvo of artillery from an entire fleet. The firepower was extremely dense and had covered the entire town and surrounding areas.
Now, even if Xiang Ying and the others wanted to break out, it would be impossible. They might be able to survive for another half hour if they endured among the ruins, but as long as anyone dared to rush out, the wilderness would be an area where shells were raging.
The war has reached this point, and it seems that no one can save them except God, and now the British obviously want to be this God.
The British fleet began to increase the firepower of the boilers. When cruising at low speed, only a faint white smoke came out of the chimney, but billowing black smoke came out of the chimney silently.
Then came some sail-mounted warships. The sailors began to climb up and down. The huge sails began to unfold little by little. The keels of the ships were squeezed by the wind, making a pleasant creaking sound.
The British's unusual movements immediately alarmed the French. Hough was also an old navy man and could guess what the British wanted to do at a glance.
"It's broken, the British want to intervene! Damn it... pass my order and let those warships that don't fire guns block the British channel!"
"Don't be afraid, they don't dare to fire. Even if you hit them, you have to stop them!"
"Give me another half hour to completely blow up all these Chinese, and we will have completed our mission..."
"Prepare the commando team to occupy the stranded Zhiyuan as quickly as possible..."
Regarding the interests of France, these navies that had actually been divided were once again glued together. The six neutral cruisers and four warships that broke away from the battle formation put aside their hatred of Hof and began to gather and penetrate into the United Kingdom. The front of the fleet.
"Are you crazy? Avoid the main channel. It's too dangerous. We're going to collide with the ship..."
British sailors shouted and cursed at the French warships on the deck, and some warships even began to rotate their muzzles and threaten the French.
However, these French warships seemed to have learned that the British did not dare to fire. They kept coming silently and began to crowd the British waterway with their own hulls.
At the most dangerous time, the British cruiser was only less than ten meters away from the Duke of Newcastle's flagship. The British were forced to use the left rudder to avoid it, and they almost collided with each other.
"Damn bastard..." When the two ships intersected, the British sailor cursed angrily, and then threw a bunch of debris over with a crackle.
Broken wooden cups, rotten leather boots, bitten apples, empty wine bottles...all kinds of garbage were thrown at them like raindrops.
Not to be outdone, the French warship took out its own trash can and fought back at the British sailors, causing chaos on the sea.
The Duke of Newx frowned and snorted coldly, "A bunch of lunatics... do you really think they can stop us like this? Release the boat and send the marines to directly seize the Zhiyuan!"
"I don't care about Xiang Ying's life or death, what I want is the stranded battleship!"
"Can you stop me and the landing boats?"
The British have never been afraid of anyone on the sea, and there are always more methods than difficulties. Soon the British warships launched more than 20 small boats, with ten sailors on each small boat, and a total of more than 200 marines started Paddling closer to the Reach.
Hof's nose almost turned angry when he saw it. "It's so shameless. Are you going to steal our victory? Where are our Marines? Speed up!"
The French warships suddenly slowed down their bombardment speed, and many sailors began to devote their energy to assisting the Marines in going to sea.
The landing sampans were hoisted to the sea through pulleys one after another. The heavily armed soldiers climbed down from the rope ladder and jumped onto the small boats to prepare for departure.
After loading a sampan, we set off immediately, and the sea suddenly became a dragon boat race.
The British and French landing troops rowed as hard as they could, and the end point was the stranded Zhiyuan!
Britain sent 200 marines, and France sent 300. More than 50 wooden ships shuttled back and forth among the huge warships on the sea. The whole game was really more accumulated than the Olympic Games.
"Go to hell, you Brits!"
The French soldier, who was cursing angrily, used his long oar to smash the head of a corporal on a small boat!
"Oh! Damn France, they were beaten to a pulp by the Prussians, but they still dare to show off to us and beat them..."
At the command, all the oars on one side of the British boat were swung, and they hit the Frenchman with a crackling sound.
It was chaos at this time. There was a serious conflict between the British and the French on the sea. The two sides used their oars to smash each other, and soon a sampan capsized in the sea.
Not to be outdone, the soldiers of the two countries who fell into the water began to fight in the sea with their superb water skills. Except for not shooting or using knives, they used all the remaining methods to fight.
Punch and kick, poke in the eyes, kick in the vagina...all kinds of dirty tricks were used!
The Zhiyuan has become a cake that everyone is fighting for, and Britain and France have completely turned into two groups of mad dogs.
The chaos at sea also affected the warship's shooting to some extent. Xiang Ying and the others clearly felt that the firing density of the artillery was decreasing. He turned his head and looked at Qiu Wei behind him and whispered.
"You and I will take ten people each and quickly cross the church square and occupy the church now..."
The twenty people were divided into two teams. Taking advantage of the interval between shelling, they quickly rushed to cover each other and rushed to the door of the church!
"One, two, three... hit!" The strong soldier rushed over like a bull, knocking open the door of the church with one shoulder, and then more than a dozen Mauser guns fired inside without having to aim.
"Charge in...occupy the bell tower on the commanding heights!"
When Xiang Ying and Qiu Wei rushed into the church to take a look, they realized that their previous caution was unnecessary. It turned out that the entire northern half of the church had been blown down.
Half of the original defenders were buried under the masonry, while the other half completely gave up resistance. When Xiang Ying and others came in, these French troops raised their hands directly and surrendered!
