"No fight, we won't fight... Whoever wants to fight can fight this damn war, we won't fight..."
The surrendered French soldiers were so aggrieved that they almost cried. The bloody battle all night ended with the bombardment of the naval brothers, who even spared the wounded barracks.
Such perverse behavior has completely angered these army brothers. When they saw the Chinese coming in, they simply stopped resisting and surrendered.
Xiang Ying breathed a sigh of relief and ran up to the tower. From this commanding height, he could see the fighting situation around him!
On the high bell tower, the sea breeze was blowing. As soon as Xiang Ying set the telescope on the sea, he laughed out loud at the chaos.
"Why didn't I say we didn't fire any more? Turns out they've all turned into vicious dogs! For the sake of the Führer's Zhiyuan, even the British are shameless?"
"Fight, you are just a bunch of hungry dogs who want to eat my Chinese people's shit! I will choke you to death..."
"Qiu Wei, inform our brothers that this is the last chance. Wait for my order... I will let you break out, and you should run south immediately!"
Xiang Ying wanted to determine the most intense moment of the conflict between the French and the British. That was definitely the time when the French ship's bombardment was at its weakest. Although it was still very dangerous, it was at least a glimmer of hope!
The group fight in the sea became more and more intense. Both sides knew that as long as no shots were fired, the group fight would end in nothing.
Xiang Ying looked at this black humor and wanted to laugh, but he felt bitter in his heart. The Zhiyuan was his life. He was half-stranded on the beach, just like a seriously injured warrior.
But he left him to escape alone. Thinking of this, Xiang Ying's face became hot and feverish.
"Captain...Captain..." The urgent shout woke up Xiang Ying, who was deep in thought.
"What's wrong?"
"Captain, the brothers have been notified and are now ready... When will we take action to break out?"
Xiang Ying sighed in a low voice, "When those vicious dogs board the Zhiyuan... it will be the best time for us to break out... In the end, it was Zhiyuan who saved our lives..."
Five hundred British and French vicious dogs were already fighting in a ball on the sea, and countless soldiers above them were shouting and cheering, attracting almost everyone's attention.
Although they fought fiercely, they did not forget their mission. The boat rowed forward with difficulty, and the Zhiyuan was finally in sight.
"Soldiers! Board the ship...and kill!"
When the sampan hit the armor of the Zhiyuan, the marines from the two countries immediately held up the national flags and began to climb up. They all knew that whoever could put the flag up first would be able to take the initiative in the negotiations.
How the Zhiyuan cake should be divided in the end depends on which of them moves the fastest!
"For the sake of God! Charge! Kill..."
"Kick him! Kick the French guy next to you into the sea..."
"Punch him, that little British guy, you knocked him down with one punch, do it!"
The crowd seemed to be in a fighting arena in ancient Rome, watching Spartacus fight each other. The most primitive violence of human beings was undoubtedly highlighted at this moment.
The military flags of Britain and France are climbing up with difficulty. It is obvious that it is not easy to separate the high ground today.
Hof's eyes were fixed on his own flag, and his hands were sweating nervously. "Hurry up, hurry up... hurry up! If you fail, I will shoot you all without a military court!"
The Marines seemed to have heard Hof's threat. Some people always lost their minds during the conflict. A French Marine had just been punched in the nose. He was so angry that he stuffed his boots into his boots. The dagger was taken out.
"Go to hell!" The sharp dagger pierced the British soldier's lower back. This knife probably penetrated the kidney!
"Ah!" The screaming British soldier fell into the sea, and the bright red blood suddenly became bright red.
"Asshole! The French are using their knives... This is a declaration of war! Brothers, fix your bayonets..."
Suddenly, the climbing crowd suddenly became bright. The British Marines drew out their bayonets and killed the Frenchmen next to them.
The screams were endless, and the seriously injured soldiers fell down like dumplings.
Both sides are now seeing blood and death! Five white marines fought together desperately!
Hof sneered at the corner of his mouth and said, "Kill, as long as you don't use the gun! Let the Ministry of Foreign Affairs deal with the matters on the negotiation table. I only care about victory! I also only want victory!"
"Good kill, well done boys!"
After all, more people fight against fewer people. Three hundred French troops fought against two hundred British troops, and soon half of the British troops fell into the water.
The lone British flag crawled hard under the protection of the remaining soldiers, while the French flag was almost on the deck of the Reach at this moment.
"Hahaha... we won! The French flag finally flies on the Reach!"
"Long live! This battleship is ours!"
The first to rush onto the Zhiyuan were twenty-five French marines. They surrounded the national flag and waved next to the 210 main gun. These French troops announced to the world that they had occupied this legendary battleship.
Xiang Ying burst into tears. He closed his eyes and said, "Get ready to break out! Now... break out toward the southern continent! Hurry..."
"Wait a minute... Captain, wait a minute... Look!"
Qiu Wei roared, and before Xiang Ying had time to turn around, he heard a loud bang in the distance, and a puff of smoke suddenly burst out from the bow of the Zhiyuan. The more than 20 French soldiers who had just boarded the ship all Got blown away.
"What's going on? Could it be that the wounded soldiers we left behind are fighting back? But they don't have guns and artillery shells anymore?"
"It's not our wounded soldiers...it's the north! A fleet is coming from the north!"
The west wind was strong, and a giant steel ship with a silver-white hull was piercing the waves and galloping south. At the bow of the ship, a black-haired oriental woman was looking at the stranded Zhiyuan with tears in her eyes.
"Zhiyuan! Zhiyuan...your brother is here to save you! We have not given up on you! No one has given up on you!"
Three kilometers north of Spike Island, a brother battleship produced using the same drawings as the Zhiyuan finally emerged from top-secret status and appeared in front of the world for the first time.
Brandenburg! This is an ironclad battleship named after the ancient Kingdom of Prussia. It eventually joined the naval battle of the East Frisian Islands and finally ended this naval battle that shocked the world!
All the officers and men on the Brandenburg were now formally dressed and entering combat positions. When they saw the tragic situation of the Zhiyuan beast stranded on the beach, everyone was moved.
"Brandenburg! The whole ship... salutes!"
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