The battleship Maranta, with its poorly thin single-shaft propeller, struggled beneath the water's surface, its tumbling white foam fluttering upward. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sails are still flying in the sky, and the wind is also smooth, and the sea breeze provides a strong kinetic energy that is transmitted to the hull through the masts and cables.

The combined steam power and sail power have more than 4ooo horsepower, which is the simultaneous power of 4,000 war horses, and this kind of power is completely impossible to defeat in Jean Arnold's heart.

Before the impact was born, all the French did not think that they would fail, and in their hearts, perhaps the Zhiyuan would be better robust than the Maranta, but how could the Prussian engineers compare to the French in terms of power performance?

In Jean Anno's judgment, after the collision, the Maranta will be damaged to a certain extent, but this damage is absolutely controllable, because the interior of the battleship is completely designed with watertight compartments, and a small amount of water ingress into some ships will not affect the overall buoyancy of the battleship.

In other words, the Maranta will be injured but will not sink, as long as this is guaranteed, Arnold will have nothing to worry about, and the back is to rely on the strong kinetic energy of the battleship to crush it, and block the progress of the Zhiyuan.

Another reason for Arnold's confidence is that the wind is very good today, the northwest wind has reached level five, and the battleship cuts in from due north to south, and the mast can withstand the maximum wind force by pouring at a 45-degree angle.

In this way, let alone 4ooo horsepower, even 45ooo horsepower can be broken through.

With such a strong power, the Maranta was able to withstand the Zhiyuan to the death, not only making him unable to advance an inch, but even forcing him to retreat.

The wishful thinking is really good, but unfortunately the French suffer from the loss of unknown information, and the French engineers analyzed the Zhiyuan with a very small amount of data before, and the answer they came up with was naturally wrong.

On the desk of the Maranta sat the assessment report of the French intelligence services, which was written in black and white that the maximum horsepower of the Zhiyuan would not exceed 4ooo, and that report was full of French arrogance and disdain for Prussia and the countries of the East.

But today, the cruel reality slapped him hard, and instead of stopping, the Zhiyuan spewed black smoke from its mouth like a giant, and its footsteps calmly pushed the Maranta back, back, and continued to retreat!

The British were completely dumbfounded, they watched the two ships collide, and then the Zhiyuan pushed forward with all its strength, and the two ships began to stalemate for about five minutes, and then the Maranta could not hold on, and the entire hull was pushed by Zhiyuan and began to slowly retreat.

"Oh my God, France can't stand it...... The Maranta was smashed to pieces, and it was pushed backwards!"

"What kind of warship is this, and how powerful is the Zhiyuan?"

Jason calculated all kinds of data back and forth in his head, and finally he came to a judgment in horror "7ooo...... It's definitely 7ooo+ horsepower, otherwise it would be impossible to push such a large battleship!"

"Our intelligence is all wrong! Is the level of industry in Prussia so high? God, I must telegraph to London......

"Come on, organize sailors immediately...... Damn it, they don't want to get angry!"

Jason guessed correctly, the angry French sailors were not easy to mess with, and when they saw that the plan had failed, they did not need the officer's order to pick up their rifles and began to prepare for the broadside battle, and soon seventy or eighty French sailors poured out of the bow.

At this moment, the Zhiyuan ship has cut into the ship of the Maranta, and the two sides have been connected as a whole, and the ship of the Zhiyuan is about one meter higher than the French warship, which forms a situation of attacking from the back.

Just as the French army angrily bypassed the obstacle and began to climb, suddenly a sailor's head flashed from behind the railing of the Zhiyuan.

"Fuck off! What do you want to do, robbery, isn't it? Who dares to step forward......"

"Smash, smash me! Whoever comes up will smash down, don't shoot the first shot, if they dare to shoot the first shot, we will shoot back!"

The butt of the Mauser rifle was rounded and smashed, and the big leather boots kicked down the heads of the climbing Frenchmen, and the soldiers crackled and fell down like dumplings.

Xiao Letian rubbed his head and said with a sneer: "Don't shoot, give the first shot to this group of French! Lao Tzu hung the fault flag and rushed into the canal, making it clear that this is looking for trouble......

"But we have to do enough of the drama that needs to be done, and we can't give them the truth...... Wait? Who's that?

Following Xiao Letian's fingers, everyone saw that the most ferocious person who was calling out the ship was not the emperor Zaichun of the Great Qing Kingdom, don't look at his age, he was ruthless in leather boots to kick people, and after a while, he kicked and broke the nose bones of two French soldiers.

"Beat them! If you dare to come up, you will be beaten to death! Let you attack my Dagukou! Let you bombard the Bali Bridge! I will let you burn my Old Summer Palace! Kick you to death......

The emperor was desperate, and the soldiers around him became even more fanatical, except for not firing and not moving bayonets, all the remaining tricks were used, and they were vicious and ruthless one by one.

The French army was not face-to-face, and they did not rush forward after three consecutive strong attacks, and they were finally ready to shoot, only to hear the sound of a bolt pulling.

The Shaspo needle gun is a new type of rifle widely used by the French army in the Franco-Prussian War, and its performance is second only to Mauser.

"All of them...... Prepare to ......" The legal ** official was giving orders, but at this time, Jae-chun, who killed the red eye, jumped out.

"I am the emperor of the Great Qing Kingdom! Who of you dares to shoot at me! I see who dares to ......."

At that moment, Jae-chun was like an ancestor possessed, forgetting fear and danger, and he was surrounded by the flames of revenge.

But Jae-chun forgot a very crucial problem, that is, there is no interpreter around him now, and he has just shouted out his identity in Chinese.

Where could the French soldiers at their feet understand Chinese, they thought that the one above was an ordinary little soldier.

"......Open fire," the French officer shouted.

"All lie down......" Just as he was raising his gun to prepare, Lin Zhen gave an order with a loud roar.

All the Chinese soldiers had basically developed a conditioned reflex to the military order, and as soon as they heard the order, their bodies had already begun to move, and the soldiers at the ship's railing all crawled on the ground and protected their bodies with their decks.

It's a pity that Jae-chun, who was lost in blood, was half a beat late, and he was the only one standing there at the moment, and the rain of bullets fired by more than a dozen guns all rushed towards him.