The fire-breathing hedgehog of the Zhiyuan finally stopped shooting at this moment, and the starboard side of the battleship was covered by a thick white fog, so thick that even the morning breeze could not blow it away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At that time, smokeless gunpowder technology was not yet mature, and the gunpowder smoke produced by the explosion of the shells was mixed with a certain amount of black, black and white mixed with a large area of gray smoke belt.

The soldiers who had been baptized by the gunpowder smoke had the same black faces as Zhang Fei, and there were several long ways to wipe their hands up, and even the black ash was wiped into their eyes, and the spicy tears flowed. But no one dared to close their eyes, they tried to keep their eyes open to see the results of the baptism of bullets just now.

The wind was a little stronger, and when the Far Eastern flagship of the Aleute, once again appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the battlefield was full of whispers, and people even forgot about the battle.

The ironclad warships that once carried the Russian envoy to Dagukou to force the Manchus to sign a treaty, and the Russian flagship in the Far East, which had suppressed the Daqingdao gold mine, were now floating on the sea like coffins burned by fire.

All the deck superstructures of the battleship were blown away by the 210 main guns, the mast, the bridge, the command cabin...... Everything was reduced to splinters in the sea.

The teak deck was blown to pieces, the upturned timber was burning, the smoke was billowing out of the gap, and the corpses were not only lying on the deck, but even on the sea.

The Russian sailors who could not withstand the strong fire and fled jumped into the icy water, holding pieces of wood and were desperately fluttering, and at their angle they could feel the underwater whirlpool, and a 210 main gun hit the waterline of the Aleut, blowing up a huge gap, and now the sea water was rolling in.

Old sailors know that this kind of battleship that is about to sink is the most dangerous, a large amount of sea water into the cabin, the huge hull sinks downward, it will form a strong convective force on the sea, this force will cause a huge whirlpool, whoever gets close will be pulled down.

"Swim out! Swim out...... It's too late!"

"Oh my God, our flagship is sinking...... We've failed, we're not going to get out......"

"Help me, who will save me, my legs are unconscious......"

The sea was crying, crying for mercy, and breaking down hysterically, and the scene of hell shocked everyone present. The officers and men of the 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 with a single ship crossing the Atlantic.

But the result of the defeat should not be so fast! It only took a quarter of an hour for the Zhiyuan to fire frantically, and the pride of the Tsarist Russian Navy in the Far East was blown into a burning coffin, how could this combat effectiveness be so strong.

Before the chain explosion, Aitolin and Tiyachenko were pushed out into the sea by loyal guards company soldiers, struggling to survive among the white waves and wreckage.

The two of them thought that they could die in this war, but sometimes it was harder to die than to live, a cannonball cut off Ettolin's left wrist, and he could only let the guards drag him to struggle in the sea with a large amount of blood, and a young orderly cried and tore his clothes and strangled the severed arm with strips of cloth to stop the blood from pouring out.

"Leave me alone...... I'm hopeless, let me go to God, it's time for me to die......"

"No, the general can't give up...... Our cavalry regiment has not yet arrived, and we have not yet reached the moment of final defeat!"

The pale Aitolin turned his head to look at Tiachenko, who was shaking his arms in the sea and roaring like a madman, the Far Eastern commander-in-chief's lips were frozen blue, he stepped on the sea water and waved his fist and shouted, "Rush out! Leave us alone, crash over us......"

"You are the hope of the Far Eastern Navy! Escaping a warship is the seed of revenge for the future...... Leave me alone! Don't dodge, run at me...... For God's sake! For the Tsar's sake! You're coming over ......."

Aitolin felt his strength fade away, and he floated on his back on the sea, two soldiers protecting him, one on the left and one on the right, and even a pine plank on his back.

The sight before Aitorin's eyes was spinning, and the Aleut, which he had commanded for twelve years, was burning, spinning, sinking...... This is the battleship that has condensed his twelve years of hard work, and it has finally come to a decline at this moment.

Tears burst out of the corners of her eyes, and the Aleute finally turned sideways, revealing a hideous face on the opposite Zhiyuan, and countless guns on the side were as strict as an iron hedgehog.

"What a mighty battleship...... It's a pity not the tsar's...... What a fertile land...... It's a pity not our ......."

Blood seeped more and more from the broken wrist, and the icy sea water was at most two or three degrees above zero, and Ettolin felt his body temperature drop extremely, and his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally he even saw the unjust souls of the Chinese miners he had killed in Daqingdao.

Angry faces after faces, with blood and unwillingness and anger around him, when he was dying, Ettolin finally believed that there really was a hell in this world, he convulsed and shouted unconsciously.

"Go away! don't follow me...... Go away......"

The guards around them quickly turned their heads to look, and only then did they realize that Rear Admiral Aitolin had become an icy floating corpse in the Amur Bay.

"General! General Tiyachenko...... General Ettolin ...... "The soldier wept and went to summon Tiachenko, and the commander-in-chief turned his head and saw that his eyes were so dark that he almost fainted in the sea.

"Old friend, my old friend, you have been stationed with me on this land for nine years! But ......" Tiyachenko wiped away tears and shouted at his own fleet on the sea, "Damn bastard! What are you waiting for? Don't hesitate to crash over and rush out...... Go find a way for yourselves!"

Ettolin was killed in battle, and Tiachenko knew that his time was running out, unless he ordered the surrender of the whole army now, but this was simply impossible, and to live in the bitter cold land of the Far East for nine years, their hearts would have been frozen to stone.

"Rush out! The whole army rushes out...... You will turn into the flames of revenge and pounce on every port and fishing village of the Qing and the Chinese! Kill all their people, rob them of their wealth, and burn their houses......"

"This is your only mission in this life, and this is the last mission that I and Ettolin give you......! Don't let me down!"

Tiyachenko's frantic shouting really worked, and the battleships, which were preparing to waste time bypassing this sea of colleagues, finally made up their minds.

Countless Tsarist captains closed their eyes and let the tears flow, and they shouted from the command cabin, "Crash it!" and fight for every second...... Crash over, crash through the wreckage of the Aleut!"

No one dared to look at the colleagues and comrades-in-arms struggling in the sea, the battleship pierced the waves and mercilessly crushed the sailors who fell into the water, and at that moment the cries in the Tsarist Russian battleship shook the sky.