…… The sea was covered with dense gunpowder smoke, obscuring the sun's rays, and under the smoke and clouds, more than two dozen steel warships, divided into black and white, were fighting to the death on this black and blue sea! Whistling cannonballs grazed the mast of a black battleship flying the huge Yellow Dragon battle flag, splashing high columns of water on the water not far away. www.biquge.infoSuddenly, a cannonball fired from the octagonal gun room of a white battleship hit the front of the giant battleship painted in black, and after a strange yellow-green smoke, the hull of the battleship instantly ignited a raging flame, reflecting the two five-clawed golden dragons embedded in the bow of the battleship.

The muzzles of the rapid-fire guns of the white warships shone brightly, and a series of shells flew out along the barrels at dizzying speed, pouring on the black battleships flying the yellow dragon battle flags on the opposite side, these shells seemed to contain highly sensitive explosives, which could be said to be on the verge of fire, and at the same time constantly spewed suffocating poisonous smoke. The sailors on the battleships flying the dragon flag kept falling in the scattered shrapnel, but the sailors who were wounded but not dead on the gun emplacements did not flinch or fear in the slightest, and still quickly dragged away the bodies of their comrades, and continued to maneuver the guns to stubbornly return fire.

Behind them, two young musicians appeared, and they both struggled to carry a solid 150 mm caliber bullet and rushed desperately towards the bow of the ship's secondary turret! The sand-covered deck was covered with blood, and a cannonball exploded beside them, and the flying shrapnel hit the older Le Tong who was running in front, and he suddenly stumbled under his feet, and then fell silently!

Le Tong's hand sank, dragged down by the heavy cannonball, he watched his companion fall like this, he endured his grief, wiped his face full of smoke and dust, looked at the enemy ship spitting tongues of fire in the distance, shouted loudly, dragged the heavy cannonball hard, stubbornly moved in the direction of the auxiliary turret, a foreigner wearing the uniform of a British naval officer ran over at this time, and the Le Tong, who was a head shorter than him, lifted the cannonball together, and ran towards the secondary turret.

Lin Yizhe watched this scene, and tears flowed quietly.

The battle continued, and the white-painted warships on the opposite side were firing lethal shells at high speed like volcanic eruptions, compared to their heart-pounding firepower. For those gunners whose eyes were almost dripping with blood, they could only grit their teeth and wait for the artillery in their hands to slowly return to its original position under the action of the retracting gun carriage before they could reload and return fire!

In the engine rooms of these Dragon Banner warships, shirtless sailors wrapped their braids around their necks and frantically filled the boilers with scattered coal. The air was filled with scattered coal dust, and the engine room was stuffy, but the movements of the sweaty sailors did not stop at all. It's just that, no matter how hard they try, the flame in the boiler always doesn't burn.

Another shell from an enemy ship landed on the bow deck and exploded.

The anxious loader snatched the cannonball from the foreign officer, but then quickly turned his face, and two lines of tears welled up in his eyes. Two furrows were drawn in his face blackened by gunpowder. Facing the sad gaze of the loader, the foreign officer could only close his eyes weakly, nodded painfully, and not far behind him, the boy who was transporting the cannonballs with him fell on the deck, his eyes wide open, glaring angrily in the direction of the enemy ship, and there was already a palpitating red blood color under him!

The gunners didn't even have time to wipe tears from their faces. The loader gritted his teeth, turned around and filled the 150-mm shell into the chamber! The 150-mm cannon suddenly let out a roar, accompanied by heavy black smoke and dark red flames, and flew out of the barrel of the cannon at high speed, accurately concentrating the white warship with the flag of the rising sun thousands of meters away!

There was no smoke, no explosions, not even a slight slowdown of the enemy ship! And while the gunners were anxiously waiting for the guns to be reset, another blasting shell from the enemy ship exploded near their gun emplacement......

The bow of the flagship ship was hit by a fire that burned even harder! The situation is critical. Two warships of very different shapes sailed out of the queue at high speed, lying between the flagship and the enemy ship, as if they wanted to shield their own flagship with their bodies.

The giant dragon banner battleship with two chimneys had been hit in many places by itself, but it was still able to support itself with the thick armor belt on its hull, while the other, much smaller single-chimney cruiser had begun to catch fire in several places.

The cruiser in a hail of bullets began to tilt!

The single-chimney cruiser, covered in flames, burst out of the queue. The door to the armored conning tower next to the flybridge opened, and an officer in a blue and white uniform strode from the inside onto the flybridge. He pulled out the command knife he was wearing, and shouted loudly to the surviving officers and men on the ship in official dialect with a slight Cantonese accent: "My generation is in the army to defend the country. Putting life and death outside the degree early, today's things are just death! ”

In the dense rain of bullets, the officer stood on the unprotected deck of the flybridge, cheering his men with a loud voice, and the roar of hatred resounded over the cruiser. At this moment, it is likely that the engine room of the cruiser has been ventilated under strong pressure, and the speed is actually more than 20 knots. The white warships clearly felt a great threat, and rapid-fire shells of various calibers continued to fire at the cruiser, forming a wall of water on the surrounding sea, and the cruiser still launched a charge against the enemy ship without hesitation!

On the turbulent waves, the battleship, which was already covered in bruises, continued to accelerate and accelerate in the face of the rain of bullets fired by dozens of guns on four enemy ships, fearlessly rushing straight towards the enemy's most elite battleship......

Countless 150 mm and 120 mm rapid-fire shells formed a column of water on the sea around it, and more shells hit its already scarred hull, and it even had to rely on the only remaining officers and men on the ship to use pumping machines to continuously pump out the sea water that was pouring into the hull in order to barely continue to float on the water, but even so, its charging pace did not stop in the slightest!

Closer, closer, it was approaching only a few hundred meters from the enemy ship, and at this moment, with a loud bang, a violent explosion suddenly occurred in the middle of its hull, a huge fireball was raised, and a 152 mm caliber blasting projectile hit its torpedo tube, and the torpedo exploded! The ship, which had lost power, finally stopped its charge, the rushing sea took away its last life, the bow of the battleship began to sink first, the stern stood high in the air, the propellers were still spinning rapidly, and after only 10 minutes, the heroic battleship disappeared into the waves of the sea along with the valiant sailors on it......

"Nope! No! -" Lin Yizhe yelled and sat up from the bed abruptly.

At this time, his delicate face was full of grief and indignation, and the tears in his eyes had wet the nightgown on his body!

His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness in front of him, and he could vaguely see a few scenes in front of him—antique shelves, beds, and bedboards, small dressers, and multi-treasure shelves by the wall—this was not Dadonggou in the Yellow Sea, not the "Dingyuan" and "Zhiyuan" ships, but his own bedroom.

"Uncle! What happened to you? Caiyue, who was sleeping next to him, was awakened and immediately got up to support him. Her hand touched his body, only to realize that his nightgown was soaked with cold sweat.

"Uncle's nightmare?" Cai Yue exclaimed.

Lin Yizhe nodded, still unable to stop the tears in his eyes.

"What did my uncle dream about? Such a sad ......" Caiyue gently wiped the sweat on Lin Yizhe's forehead with a handkerchief and asked with concern.

Lin Yizhe just wept silently, he didn't know how to tell her everything he dreamed about.

"Uncle, don't be sad, it's just a dream, and it's not real." Cai Yue said softly and comfortingly.

Hearing her words, Lin Yizhe nodded and let out a heavy sigh.

Oh, yes! Whether or not it was a fact that had happened on his plane, it was all just a dream for now!

Deng Shichang, Lin Yongsheng, Liu Buchan, Lin Taizeng and them are still in the Ship Master School!

There are also Ding Ruchang, Yu Xier, Ma Jifen...... Including those many, many Beiyang Navy officers and sailors whose names he still can't name, they are not dead yet!

It is now 1870, and there are still twenty-four years to go before the first year of 1894!

"Uncle's clothes are soaked, I'll go and change my uncle into a new one." Caiyue got up and got out of bed to get new pajamas for Lin Yizhe, Lin Yizhe looked at her pretty back, and his mood began to slowly calm down.

Caiyue helped him change his pajamas and put her arms around him to lie down again, although leaning on her warm and soft arms, Lin Yizhe did not feel sleepy at all.

Since Chen Wan became pregnant again, plus the "Foreign Division Ship Chart" was to be compiled, he had significantly less time to sleep, and the considerate Chen Wan was worried that he was suffocating (and she couldn't help but not worry, because she was too lingering in love, the two had been sleeping very early after marriage, but as long as she was pregnant, Lin Yizhe didn't dare to touch her, so she slept late), so she asked Lin Puqing to be the master, accepted Caiyue into the room, and shared the pressure of her "sexual happiness".

But somehow, now in another gentle country, his mind has become extremely active because of the nightmare just now, and he can no longer fall asleep.

Although there are still 24 years left before the war that changed China's national fortunes, can you really change history during this time?

Since I traveled to this era, until today, three years have passed (in fact, I don't count it at all), although I have successfully changed the history of Europe, but the change in Chinese history is not significant.

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