Volume VIII 1335 Naval Battle Victory

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It was already eleven o'clock at noon, and the artillery of Amami Oshima's counteroffensive rumbled for six hours, and at this moment the Takabayama Fort had already run out of the last shells, thinking that 1,200 shells would be enough for the battery to fight for a day, but everyone underestimated the intensity of this naval battle.

For half a day on the high bowl battery, all the soldiers became mechanists, and they only knew silent aiming, loading, firing, aiming, reloading, and firing again.

At the last moment, they didn't even need to aim, anyway, the strait was full of targets, the sea was full of fleeing soldiers, and any shell could be rewarded.

There was only one thing the defenders of the battery could do, and that was to accelerate, accelerate, and accelerate...... The rate of fire that normally used to be five minutes has now increased to three minutes, and nine guns have rained down more than 1,200 shells in six hours.

"Fire, fire, keep shooting...... "The company commander on the battery didn't know that blood was oozing out of his ears, he was already deaf, the sound of the cannon had already stopped, but he was still immersed in the artillery battle just now and couldn't extricate himself.

The brothers rushed over and hugged him, "Company commander, we have no more shells! The shells are all gone......"

The excited company commander's eyes were full of frenzied eyes, he couldn't hear what his brothers around him were shouting, he only knew that he clenched his fists and shouted fiercely, "Fire, keep shooting, blow up and sink all the enemy ships...... Hehehe, don't even think about running!"

There was a bang...... A soldier picked up a bucket of water to wipe the artillery, and half a bucket of cold water was splashed on his head, waking up the company commander: "What kind of hysteria is there? Come and see! The enemy's flagship has gone crazy...... He will die with the Zhiyuan!"

The company commander finally woke up, and he climbed to the edge of the trench with his brothers, and looked down, and sure enough, he saw the St. Peter's burning like a large brazier in the sea, rushing straight towards the Zhiyuan.

At this moment, the distance between the two ships was less than a thousand meters, and the Zhiyuan still showed no signs of evasion, he just fired silently one cannon after another, blowing up uneven gaps in the body of the enemy ship on the opposite side.

After all, it is the flagship of the Russian army, and the armor protection is really strong enough, and even more than ten shells in the ship are scarred, and the ship is almost out of shape, but it is still struggling to move forward.

Perhaps it was the last bit of luck of the expeditionary force that protected him, or perhaps it was the return of the light before death, in short, the St. Peter performed a tragic suicidal charge for all the people on the battlefield.

If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent! If you can't beat you, I can die with you! The tragedy of the end of the fleet is undoubtedly evident at this moment.

Stunned by the shipwrecked warships and swimming sailors on the sea?

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At that moment, people even forgot to flee, and in the gap of the mutilated deck railing, Stefansky stood there like a statue with a command knife in his hand, his feet as if rooted.

The old general just kept repeating the sentence "Crash and sink far away...... Crash and sink to the far ...... Crash and sink far away!"

Xiao Lotian also saw the tragic scene, and he put down the telescope with a sigh: "After all, it is also a thousand-year-old empire! After all, it is also a nation with its own glorious civilization...... They have their pride and persistence, whether they are friends or foes, this self-esteem and self-improvement is worth learning from!"

The burning St. Peter was getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two ships was less than five hundred meters, which was already an extremely dangerous distance in a naval battle.

But at this moment, Stefansky's luck was finally exhausted, and the more than 300 mines all over the exit of the strait were not so easy to dodge, and the mines that rushed straight into the strait along the undercurrent finally pushed the ram to the iron armor of the St. Peter.

Hearing a muffled bang, a huge air bubble suddenly bulged out of the starboard waterline of the St. Peter, and the white waves burst out with a powerful explosive force that directly pulled out a huge hole in the battleship's abdomen with a diameter of three meters.

The whole strait broke and fell, and the radioactivity of the waves from the explosion rushed in all directions, and when people looked at the St. Peter, it was like a blue whale with its belly cut open, and its internal organs fell down with a clatter.

The sea poured in, and the tattered inside the battleship kept pouring outward, and the battleship began to tilt at a strange angle...... No matter how strong a warrior is, there is a moment when the blood is drained, and the suicide attack of the St. Peter finally fails.

Stefansky, who fell on the deck, burst into tears: "There are only 400 meters left! I will succeed in 400 meters! God, why don't you bless us, but bless the infidels! Why ......?"

The pistol was pressed to his chin, and the last words of the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force were only three words: "Why!" After saying that, the gunshots rang out, and Stefansky was martyred with the ship.

There was a cry on the sea, and no matter whether Stefansky's command was right or wrong, good or bad, at least he was very popular with the soldiers as a general.

He was fair, knew how to motivate soldiers, was not greedy, and although he was from a noble background, he did not have much arrogance, and such a general in that era was already worthy of the soldiers' life.

But it's a pity that he met a rare monster, a monster who knows the direction of history, so his failure is inevitable.

Xiao Lotian watched the St. Peter make a loud clicking sound, the sea water kept pouring in, and the gradually silent battleship formed a huge whirlpool on the sea, and this whirlpool attracted three mines to hit it.

Boom Boom Boom ...... With three loud muffled sounds, a column of water rose into the sky, and the Russian flagship was blown apart in the sea, turning into a floating wreckage.

The destruction of the flagship completely lowered the morale of the Russian army to the freezing point, and the remaining battleships no longer had the courage to fight the Zhiyuan head-on, so they hid as far as they could, and sailed away outside the strait like a gamble.

"Long live! Long live the prime minister! Long live the navy!" There was jubilation on the high bowl mountain, and the brothers of the fort knew that their mission had been accomplished, and now that the battle had been decided, the prime minister's strategy was complete, and the trap of Amami Oshima bit the prey to death.

At this moment, the Zhiyuan is like a hunter wandering alone among the sheep, and there is always prey falling under the muzzle of the shotgun. Those warships that were lucky enough to escape the artillery bombardment of the Zhiyuan also had difficulty breaking through the blockade line of the mines, and the characteristic low sound of mine explosions sounded from time to time at the exit of the strait.

The battle lasted another hour, and even the proudest army could not withstand such a one-sided slaughter, and the endless mines of the sea completely shattered their hopes.

At a quarter past twelve, the frigate Polar hoisted the white flag and announced its surrender to the Zhiyuan, five minutes later the Volga frigate also raised the white flag, and ten minutes later the main battleship of the Diamond also chose to surrender.

Within an hour, two of the main ships and three frigates of the Russian expeditionary force had surrendered, while the rest of the ships remained stubbornly resisting until they were completely destroyed.