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 Yiqing looked at this scene, and tears quietly flowed down.

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 soldiers on the ship in official dialect with a slight Cantonese accent: "My generation served in the army to defend the country, and I have long put life and death out of the way!" Today's events are nothing but 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 Yiqing yelled and sat up from the bed abruptly.

At this time, his face was full of grief and indignation, and the tears in his eyes had wet the pajamas 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, bedboards, exquisite porcelain bottles, and multi-treasure shelves by the wall--this was not the Dadonggou of the Yellow Sea, not the "Dingyuan" and "Zhiyuan" ships, but his current bedroom in Wenbochuan's mansion.

"It turned out to be a dream...... Lin Yiqing sighed and fell on the bed again.

Yes, that's a dream!

Whether or not what he had just seen was a fact that had happened in his time and space, it was all just a dream for now!

Those heroes of history should still be in the Harbour Master School, right?

And those many, many Beiyang Navy officers and sailors whose names he still can't name, they are still not dead!

And now he already knew that these people had all fought side by side with Lin Yizhe.

When they learn the news of Lin Yizhe's death, what kind of grief and despair will they have?

And how do they behave when they learn of their existence?

Should I give them hope?

Quietly thinking about his heart, Lin Yiqing couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of the idea that he was afraid of during the day.

At the same time, there is also a wake-up call.

Now he actually has no way out!

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