Volume VIII 1332 Catching Turtles in Urns

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Stefansky almost fainted in front of his eyes, he was really afraid of something, and the more he worried about ghosts, the more he attracted ghosts.

"How can this be? The speed of the Zhiyuan shouldn't be so fast! I have calculated it three times on the chart, and we should have more than three hours to go! Why did he come so fast......

Molière saw that the commander-in-chief was going crazy, and hurriedly rushed over, pinched his arm, and whispered in his ear: "General, now is not the time to think about this, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and now the first task is to rush out! Rush out of the strait with the fleet......"

"Don't think about Major Ackerson, don't think about those armies on the mountain, we must keep our fleet now!

Stefansky smiled bitterly and nodded desperately, "My fate is already sealed, because of the failure of the expeditionary force, Major Eckerson has also fallen on the battlefield...... No matter what, I have no chance of living, death is my only end!"

"Since I am certain to die, I choose to die on the battlefield! Needless to say, we have our glory...... Give Monsieur Molière a dinghy and give him ashore......"

The commander-in-chief patted Molière on the shoulder, "Go ahead, you are French after all, you don't belong to this war, I don't think Xiao Lotian will embarrass you! Besides, such a big battlefield, I believe you still have the ability to hide from the past ......"

Molière heard the meaning of the general's parting, he took a half step back, and saluted the general solemnly: "Your heroic deeds are destined to go down in history! But I would like to give you a final advice, His Majesty the Tsar has already transferred troops from the steppes of Central Asia to the Far East, which you should know better than me......"

"The army mobilized this time bypassed the northern side of the Mongolian steppes from the Caucasus Mountains and Afghanistan all the way to the east...... It is the time when the spring flowers are blooming, which is very suitable for the great in-depth movement of the war horses, which means that there will be no shortage of army troops in the future battles in the Far East!"

"What Vladivostok lacks most now is warships, that is, the navy! Even if this navy can only defend the coastal waters, it is better than nothing!"

"General, please take care of your useful body...... There is no need to fight with the Chinese here!"

Stefansky waved his hand and didn't say a word, this was the last time Stefansky and Molière met, and the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force at this moment already had the heart to die.

At the critical juncture, people's hearts became clearer, and the key points that were unthinkable before were now completely understood, Stefansky was extremely disgusted with this disgusting French knight, and this damn war would not have fallen to this fate without his interference.

The information about the gold was brought by Molière, and the information about the reclamation area of Belaitun was also collected by him, and even the many hesitations were affected by his poisonous tongue a little.

Without Molière, there would have been absolutely no defeat, and perhaps the fleet would have crossed the Tsushima Strait and seen the towering batteries of Vladivostok.

To be honest, Stefansky really wanted to shoot Molière, the bastard, but as a good commander, he knew that Molière's influence was only an external cause, and the real responsibility was still on himself.

Molière was not a double agent, with his loyalty to France and hatred of Xiao Letian, it was absolutely impossible 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 doing bad things! This kind of person is the most troublesome to other people, you can't doubt their loyalty and their efforts, which are all real and come from his heart.

But fate is so fond of playing tricks on people, and it is this kind of people who are haunted by bad luck, and send their own side to hell again and again with their loyalty and enthusiasm.

Molière was defeated by the punitive legion of ten French warships, the latest modified ironclad warships in the Atlantic were also sunk by him, and the French colony of Dakar was sacked by robbers attracted by Molière...... Now this mourning star has been entangled in the Tsarist Russian Expeditionary Force again, and with his incomparably skillful curse friendly black skills, he has brought 30,000 Russian troops into the golden trap.

At that moment, Stefansky wanted to cry, but the battlefield did not believe in tears, only blood!

"Warriors of the Navy! This is the time of life and death! No matter how powerful the enemy's warship is, there is only one...... Now rush forward in the face of the enemy's artillery fire! Don't be afraid of sacrifice, blow him up! Knock him over!"

"Kids, I'll take you home after this battle!"

There is no need for too many words to motivate, now the navy has realized the severity of the situation, and everyone is out of the way at the moment of life and death, the narrow strait exit is suddenly sprayed with black smoke, the battleship's boiler is collectively pressurized, the huge sails are raised, and all the battleships are facing the fire of the Zhiyuan and begin to move forward against the wind.

Both the enemy and the enemy have been killed, and there was cheering on the Gaobo Mountain Fort, watching the appearance of the Zhiyuan on the sea, the anger that had been held back for two days was all vanished at this moment.

"Fire...... Blow up these bastards and avenge the brothers who died in battle!" "At this moment, the artillery does not need to be aimed at all, and the exit of the strait is crowded with a piece of black pressure from the Russian battleship, just like a water rat fleeing for his life.

On the distant sea, two thousand meters away from the mouth of the sea, the Zhiyuan is like a peerless and independent knight, arrogantly blocked outside the mouth of the sea.

The 210 caliber naval guns gave full play to their power, and the close-range shooting ensured sufficient accuracy, and this naval battle has become a one-sided slaughter 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, and if you want to exert the greatest combat power, you have to gather the enemy in a relatively small area, and the strait of Amami Oshima is the best place for the decisive battle.

Although the west entrance of the strait is a little wider, it is only compared to the west mouth, and the exit of the strait four or five kilometers wide looks quite wide, but when the group of warships is crowded together, it is not enough in the wide waterway.

The battleships that were hit and incapacitated, wandering unpowered on the sea with burning flames, not only blocked the way of the battleships behind, but also blocked their way.

The then charging ships had to dodge the burning ships in front of them, but the emergency evasion in the narrow waters caused confusion among the other ships.

Scraping and collision inevitably happened, and this chaos was exactly what Xiao Lotian wanted.

"Oh yes, that's the rhythm... Xiang Ying! If you can block eighty percent of the warships today! Lao Tzu will allocate 100 million yuan to your navy for building ships!"

"I'll see if you have the ability to make money!"

One sentence ignited the entire Zhiyuan, and all the soldiers shouted excitedly: "Fight, fight, 100 million military expenses!"