Feng Zicai didn't need a telescope, he could see the main battleship of the Japanese army, the Fusang, and couldn't help but tremble with excitement, the White Snake Langjun was really a celestial, and calculated the time when the enemy fleet arrived, and the Japanese army really only had one cruiser. It is similar to Li Guolou's pre-war arrangement, except that there are at least forty enemy ships. However, there is no need to be afraid, the vast majority of the enemy ship's fleet is old-fashioned wooden ships, and this kind of old-fashioned wooden ships have extremely poor protection capabilities, and they cannot withstand the attack of flowering shells at all.

Feng Zicai's confidence doubled, and he was not afraid of the enemy's arrogance, and shouted loudly: "Send a report and report to Commander-in-Chief Li that our army has discovered the main force of enemy ships, there are more than forty enemy ships, one cruiser, four battleships, ten frigates, and the other ships are troop carriers and old-fashioned wooden ships. ”

The signal soldier wrote down Feng Zicai's words and repeated them again, and then left the command room.

"Meet it with a T-shaped team and raise the command flag." Feng Zicai's vigorous and generous expression of going to death has no way out, even if he dies in battle, he will fight with the Japanese army.

"The wind is coming! The wind is coming! Dashimizu Master has a tailwind! The White Snake God blesses the Great Shimizu Master. The officers in the command room shouted wildly and waved their fists, they believed that the White Snake Langjun was omnipotent, and by the White Snake Langjun, the Great Clear Water Division would win.

Under the blue sky and blue sky, the two naval fleets, no one refused to back down, and they both wanted to blood the shame of a hundred years.

The two fleets began to close, the distance was 10 nautical miles, the gunners were gearing up, one by one thick armor-piercing shells were filled into the chambers, the turrets began to turn, the barrels rose to the maximum elevation angle, and pointed maliciously at each other. With the reserves in place, the medical officers looking out from time to time, the doctors starting to check the first aid kits, the gunners shoving cotton balls into their ears, and the turning point in history depends on everyone's performance.

The long-awaited battle has finally begun, and after the Battle of Korea more than a hundred years ago, the warships of both sides have once again looked at each other at such a close distance.

The Qing Dynasty is going to rise again, and it will be a national shame for a hundred years. Japan, on the other hand, had to beat the water dogs and beat the Qing Dynasty to the ground.

The majestic bodies of the two giant ships resemble legendary prehistoric beasts, opening their sharp fangs and gradually closing the distance, heavy and slow, as irresistible as the footsteps of fate.

"Lao Tzu is waiting for this day, the Japanese are nothing remarkable, brothers! The time has come for the motherland to test us! "Feng Zhaojin, the third mate of the cruiser Weiwu, stood proudly on the battery, unafraid of the enemy's guns.

It is difficult for Feng Zhaojin to describe his inner feelings, that is, he wants to set an example, so that the officers and soldiers of the naval division around him do not panic, play with morale and prestige, and do not think about the consequences. Sacrifice for the country, at this time, what a way to die.

No one will be afraid, no one will think that they may be sunk, and at this moment they can only stick to their posts.

Everyone on board, from the boilermaker to the commander, knew that they were about to participate in a collision between the ironclad monsters. Such an opportunity has stayed in everyone's mind from the beginning of the war, countless plans, countless prayers, hoping for the blessing of the White Snake God.

Layers of white clouds rolled in, appearing over the warring sea area, the waves rolled up the clouds, changing and colorful, as if seeing the heroic spirit of the White Snake Langjun is coming out of the clouds, and the heavenly soldiers will come to cheer.

Feng Zicai stroked his beard and said: "The Great Clear Water Division has the favor of the heavens, and God bless my Great Clear Water Division will win this battle." ”

Feng Zicai was not in a hurry, he had participated in too many battles, and he had already put life and death out of the way. But this time, he didn't think about winning all and retreating, and he didn't think about losing and fighting repeatedly. He just needs to win and make the Great Shimizu Priest raise his eyebrows.

For the sake of the victory of the whole army, even if it is worth sacrificing the first echelon. The first echelon commanded by him is the price to be paid for the overall victory.

The muzzles of the cannons shone on the sea, and the gods whispered above the clouds, as if to say, "Everything is ready, God bless the Great Qing." ”

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Hundreds of shells streaked across the sky, and two of the most elite navies in the East fought a decisive battle on the Diaoyu Islands.

The cruiser Weiwu trembled under artillery fire, was hit by enemy shells, suffered great damage, the deck was pierced, the batteries were hit, and the officers and men of the naval division suffered heavy casualties. But Feng Zicai did not flinch, standing in the command room, even if he died, he had to die standing up.

This was a test of iron will, the enemy's ships were also destroyed by artillery fire, and the first round of the battle between the two sides was a test of the commander's will.

Hundreds of tons of steel poured down, and personal bravery should be shown on the fort, and the officers and soldiers of the Qing Dynasty braved the rain of bullets and stuck to their posts.

"Fire!" An officer with a scorched face, only one hand left, donated blood and soaked his robe, still commanding the battle, it is not a pity to die, and he will fight to the end if he lives.

Feng Zhaojin was seriously injured and could not get out of the line of fire, wielding his war knife with one hand, as long as there was still one breath left, he would continue to fight.

The officers and men of the Qing Dynasty knew their duty, and for the sake of the victory of the whole army, they had to sacrifice themselves. A raging fire ignited in his heart, fighting for the motherland, fighting to the end, and never flinching.

"Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!"

Every cannon on the deck roared, flames splattered, and angry breath from their chests. The power given by the thunderbolt and the sky, the officers and men of the Great Shimizu Division, attacked the enemy's battleships with all their might. Truckloads of shells were rolled out from under the ship's cabin, and the gunners braved the fire to weave through the ship, and the fierce enemy could not intimidate them, because their names were already engraved with the word "hero".

The fierce battle is in full swing, the cannonballs are whistling over the sea, and the rumbling cannons make people have no hesitation, and the dripping sweat is just to raise their eyebrows and exhale for the future.

A Japanese battleship became the main target of the Oshimizu Division, endured the blow of hundreds of shells, and finally the magazine was hit, and the battleship let out an earth-shattering roar, and huge black smoke filled the entire sky.

"Good! Well played! Feng Zicai waved his fist and cheered loudly, the enemy and us were entangled, and each lost a battleship.

The Qing fleet suffered a huge blow and advanced under enemy fire, still maintaining a whole formation.

One shell after another, with the dignity of the Qing Dynasty, with the desire for Zhongxing, and with the hatred of the enemy, it was like a fire dragon pounced on the enemy ship.

Not to be outdone, the shells of the enemy ships flew all over the sky like locusts, and their accuracy was no worse than that of the Great Shimizu Division, which could be described as losing both.

The enemy's shells with a sharp whistling, fired at the main battleship of the Qing Dynasty, the sea near the cruiser Weiwu set off a column of water soaring to the sky, the officers and men on the Weiwu suffered heavy casualties, but the officers and men who were replenished in the rear kept rushing out of the cabin to make up for the loss of firepower, the barrel was broken, and immediately several officers and men carried out a cannon to repair the damaged battery, and the Weiwu still had the strength to fight to the end.

The shells of the Qing warships were as accurate and ferocious as if they had eyes, and the shells rained down on the enemy ships like hailstones. And although the shells of the enemy ships were also firing constantly, the rate of fire was not as fast as that of the Daishimizu Division. No matter how brave the Japanese are, the advantages and disadvantages of the race are divided into high and low during the protracted war, and the officers and men of the Dashimizu Division, who are tall and tall, have broad shoulders and round waists, and one person can carry more than 100 catties of artillery shells.

The short Japanese could not carry more than 100 catties of shells, and they needed two gunners to load an armor-piercing shell, and for the Japanese army, the loss of one gunner was a fatal blow.

After the first blow of the Great Shimizu Division, life was a little better in the stalemate battle. The enemy's sharp artillery is not as fierce as it was just now.

The sea seems to be noisy and chaotic, mixed with harsh noise, and naval battles are long-term battles, and it is difficult to distinguish victory or defeat for a while.

At 12:45, one of the most rampant Japanese battleships rose up and broke into the T-shaped team of the Qing Dynasty alone, feeling good about himself, thinking that Zhao Zilong, who was single-handed, could disrupt the formation of the Daqing Water Division.

Feng Zicai found a once-in-a-lifetime fighter and immediately commanded the fleet to launch a fierce attack on the enemy's battleship.

Soon, the battleship was shattered by the shells of the Qing battleships. The Japanese soldiers on the enemy ships were scurrying with their heads, and some of them ran a few steps before they fell, never to get up. Others jump into the sea in search of a way to survive. The enemy ship was engulfed in a raging fire, and a violent explosion was heard.

From the binoculars, it can be clearly seen that the soldiers on the gun emplacements of the enemy ship are lying on their stomachs and do not move, and soon there are figures moving again. The commander of the battleship Xiangying decisively ordered the front and rear main guns: "Hit me hard!" Remove the gun emplacement! ”

The ten guns of the battleship Auspicious Eagle roared again, and one shell after another flew towards the gun position of the enemy ship with old hatred and new hatred. The enemy ships began to sink, and the hull tilted to the side.

After a while, the enemy ship burned, like a heavy elephant, slowly sinking into the water and dying in the belly of a fish. This battleship, which was 52 meters long, 8.4 meters wide and more than 800 tons, took only 10 minutes before it was swallowed by the sea.

Feng Zicai was overjoyed, and secretly admired Li Guolou's thoughtfulness, and the attack formation he put forward was the bait of the hook. The Japanese army, which could not bear it, really took the bait, and the loss of the battleships on both sides was 1 to 2, and the Oshimizu Division had the upper hand, and the advantage of time was on the side of the Oshimizu Division, and persistence was victory.

Feng Zicai stared at his pocket watch, and as time passed, the telegrams urging the second echelon of the Great Clear Water Division to support were sent out one after another. Feng Zicai knew very well in his heart that fighting in this state, the Great Qingshui Division would not be able to carry it for long, and the balance of victory was tilting in favor of the Japanese army.

The fierce naval battle continued, and the thick smoke of gunpowder diffused, elegant, and spread with the sea breeze to the surroundings, making people feel that they were powerless to return to the sky, death was just around the corner, and even if they died on the fort, they could not recover the decline.

The pungent smell of gunpowder showed that the intensity of the naval battle had reached incandescent and that the officers and men of the Oshimizu Division were ready to sacrifice. The gunner aimed at the target and fired a shell full of anger and hatred at the enemy ship.

A battleship ran out of shells, and the Eagle dragged its wounded body and rushed towards the Japanese fleet, who wanted to defend the dignity of the motherland with loyalty. In the face of the powerful Japanese army, he was not afraid of death and faced the approach of death.

Feng Zicai saw that the battleship Xiangying, which was guarding the right flank of the Weiwu, broke away from the team, and shouted without hesitation: "Change the tactics and use the flying wing tactics to protect the Xiangying on the right flank." ”

Feng Zicai did not flinch, but launched an attack on the enemy. He had already received a call back from Li Guolou, who had deceived himself that the second and third echelons had already circled behind the enemy and were approaching the battlefield from the eastern seas. Li Guolou was ambitious and wanted to completely annihilate the main fleet of the Japanese army, but he even disregarded the safety of the first echelon.

Li Guolou's despicable behavior disregarded the safety of the Nanyang sailors, and he couldn't help but give Feng Zicai the urge to kill Li Guolou. The battle was fought so fiercely, the first echelon suffered heavy losses, and the second echelon did not arrive at the battlefield within an hour as arranged before the war, all of which were Li Guolou's fault. Feng Zicai took out the pistol and put the pistol on the command platform, he had become crazy, and no one could stop him.

At this time, the Ono Gobu on the Fuso was already panicked, and the enemy was in danger of being wiped out by the enemy. The two Great Clear Water Divisions outflanked them from the southeast flank, and they were only fifteen nautical miles away from the battlefield, and the Great Clear Water Division still had more than 60 ships. He had already seen the sound and shadow of another cruiser, it was the cruiser Mighty, the main ship of the Great Shimizu Division.

There are wolves in front and tigers in the back, and Ono Gobu has a desperate downfall, pulls out the saber rewarded by His Majesty the Emperor, prepares for the final decisive battle, and apologizes to His Majesty the Emperor with death.

"Smack!"

Two crisp slaps, Tanaka Mansion, the big copy of the Fuso, shook his hand and slapped Ono Gobu twice, and angrily scolded: "Bastard! Now is not the time to commit suicide and apologize, Vice Admiral Ono, you have to lead the fleet out of the enemy's encirclement, the Fuso is under my command, and you go to the Sakura to command the retreat, this is the resolution of all the officers. The enemy will not let go of the Fuso, and at this time the only way to save the decline is to sacrifice the Fuso. ”

The big copy Tanakafu looked at the outflanked fleet of the Oshimizu Division, and knew very well that the defeat was irreparable, and knew that if the battle continued, there would be a danger of annihilation, and the remaining capital ships were more or less wounded, and the ammunition replenishment became fatal wounds, and the supply ships did not have time to transport the shells. But it is necessary to turn the tide, strive to break through the defense line of the Great Qingshui Division, and escape with a few more ships.

Ono Gobu looked at the officers in the command room, knowing that for the sake of impulse, he had to pay the price of blood, and this battle was an ambush circle set up by the Oshimizu division against him, and he did not see through the enemy's tricks. What he has to do now is to escape, he can't die in battle, and for the morale of the Japanese army, he must go back alive.

"Hey! I accepted the order of the first mate of Honda and went to direct the Sakura to retreat. Ono Gobu lowered his noble head, did not have the courage to continue the fight, and left the command ship Fuso.

Ono Gobu boarded the Sakura battleship and led the fleet to break through to the west, and the battlefield where shells were flying had nothing to do with him, Ono Gobu accepted the fate of defeat and covered the retreat of the fleet.