"Turn on the faucet!!"

"Damn it! Damn, these fumes are poisonous! ”

"Help! Hurry up and save people! ”

British fleet roaring-class cruiser Mex.

Major Sterling, the captain of the tube, had already blossomed in his head.

It was caused by a shock wave that was created after a shell hit the deck.

Now blood was pouring from his handsome face, but now the more critical wounded were obviously not just Sterling with a broken scalp, but many wounded people whose faces turned blue after inhaling poisonous gas!

In fact.

The British naval officers also knew that the characteristic of the "deck-washing flow" of the Ming Imperial Navy - the intelligence services of both sides were not dry.

So.

The ironclad ships of the British Empire did not have many superstructures like the battleships of later generations, and the structure of the deck was relatively simple.

Moreover, 90mm and 120mm shells are really not worth mentioning compared to armor that is often hundreds of millimeters thick.

But who would have thought.

The navy of the Ming Empire was so undeceiving, they filled the shells with a large amount of poison gas!

The ships of the British Imperial Navy did not have gas masks, nor did they take any precautions against enemy gas attacks, nor did they conduct any gas warfare exercises.

A few shells landed on the deck, and the explosion was extremely powerful.

It can even release poisonous gas!

This is simply too unmartial arts.

And.

Those small-looking Wei-class frigates were armed with a large number of rapid-fire guns.

16 Wei-class cruisers with a total of 240 90mm rapid-fire guns.

The shells were all aimed at the Meach.

Almost every dozen seconds, there is a salvo!

Every round of salvos.

There will always be a shell or two hits!

This really made Sterling, the captain of the management team, have a sudden increase in workload to a point where he has no control over it.

The Mexes was attacked at every turn.

The poison gas, the flames from the explosion, plunged the Mexes into chaos.

Especially when a shell hit the side of the battery.

Sterling's heart tugged at it - there's an ammunition depot below the deck!

Fortunately.

This area is also a key area for prevention.

Water dragons erupted, extinguishing the flames.

Sterling breathed a sigh of relief.

"God forbid."

He drew a cross on his chest.

Then grab one of the soldiers next to you.

"Go to the command room, the fire in the No. 1 turret is under control, but 9 members of the artillery crew have inhaled poison gas and died, and the rest of the artillery crew also have signs of poisoning to varying degrees!"

No way.

The turrets of warships of the British Empire were not enclosed turrets, although they were also surrounded by armor, but these armor resisted the shock wave of the explosion, but could not block the penetration of poison gas.

And so.

A small 90mm gas bomb dull the turret of one of the Mex's main guns out of flame!

Thankfully, though.

The flames caused by the shells did not spread to the ammunition depots.

Otherwise, the whole warship will be in a tragedy.

"Brigadier General, the crew of the No. 1 battery cannot continue to fight!"

The first mate of the Mexs put down the phone in his hand and shouted to the captain of the Mex, who was watching outside with a telescope in the command room. Colville Report.

The officers in the command room just breathed a sigh of relief.

Rumble!

There was a huge explosion, causing everyone in the command room to stagger.

The entire command room shook violently.

It was as if there had been a super earthquake.

Many people were directly knocked to the ground.

Some of the hapless officers fell with their heads on some protrusions in the cabin, and for a while blood flowed and they didn't know if they would survive.

Ward. Colville was only lucky enough to grab the handrail and barely steady.

He turned his head to look, and through the window of the conning tower, he saw a huge explosion of two torpedo tubes behind the Meachs!!

A shell hit the torpedo tube impartially, detonating the torpedo inside.

And the stern turret on the other side was also completely submerged by the cargo.

"Damn it!"

Colville's scalp tingling.

He now only had one last turret left to use.

A cruiser with a displacement of five thousand tons.

In less than an hour before the start of the war.

Disarmed by a dozen small frigates with a displacement of one and a half thousand tons!

"Brigadier General, we have lost our combat effectiveness, are we out of the battle columns?"

The first mate asked.

"Nope! We have to persevere! ”

Colville exclaimed.

"Their firepower is not enough to sink us, even if we are floating on the sea, we can be a live target and attract the firepower of the Chinese!!"

The voice just fell

Rumble!

Another bang!

"Brigadier General! The torpedo inside the stern torpedo tube exploded again! ”

"Torpedo! Torpedo! Damn torpedoes!! ”

Colville slammed the armrest.

"We don't need torpedoes! Throw all the torpedoes away! It's useless! He roared, "Those guys in the armament department should go to the gallows!" Damn, if we lose this war, they will be the culprits! ”

There was really nothing wrong with his words.

On the British Navy side, many officers did not like to see the torpedo.

Because in this era, the range of torpedoes was too short.

At present, the distance of the artillery battle on both sides is about 5,000 or 6,000 meters.

The range of the torpedo is only a few hundred meters, which is completely not enough to see.

Moreover, the torpedoes of this era had no guidance function, the speed was slow, and the aim was infinitely low.

These stuff stuffed with dozens of kilograms of explosives.

Except for the martyrdom.

It doesn't seem to be of any other use.

Colville took a deep breath.

Fortunately, the Mex's power system did not go wrong and could also serve as the flagship of the cruiser detachment to attract firepower.

"They don't have the means to sink us!"

Colville shouted to cheer up his men.

"Our sacrifice will win the opportunity for friendly ships to sink enemy ships!"

Rumble!!

Compared to the Mexes on the other side.

The situation of the Honglie here is actually not much better.

The British fleet's firepower was also almost entirely concentrated on the Hung Lie.

One of the 200mm armor-piercing shells directly penetrated the side armor of the amidships and directly entered the boiler room.

If this one armor-piercing shell is not a solid one, but a bomb filled with explosives.

Now the Honglie is more likely to be more fierce and less auspicious.

But now the Honglie is not much better.

A boiler was destroyed.

A direct loss of one-half of the power.

Now the Honglie will definitely not be able to maintain a speed of 16 knots.

"Colonel, do we need to get out of the battle sequence?"

Yunori Ito asked.

"Nope! We can still fight! ”

Deng Huanzhuang said.

"We can't quit now!"

He held up his binoculars and stared at the smoking Mexes ahead.

In his mind, he was silently calculating how many shells Z and Max had withheld.

The Hong Lie was shot five times.

And the Mex, hit by at least thirty shells!

In the case of artillery strikes on both sides against the flagships in the front of each other's columns.

The number of shots on the Mex is six times that of the Honglie!

Six-fold difference in vitality - even excluding the difference in caliber, the Ming Imperial Navy is sure to project more explosives onto the decks of British ships!

"The Mexes is dead! Our next target is the Tulip! ”

His gaze moved to the giant-class battleship!

The strongest battleship in the legend!

If it is crushed by four cruisers and sixteen frigates .

Then the strongest battleship is simply a joke!

(End of chapter)