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Chapter eight hundred and eighty. The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology

An negligence will ruin nearly one-third of his fleet, and it may even be in crisis to the entire battle situation!

The sound of cannons became more and more fierce. As the telescope looked at each of his battleships, each of his battleships was attacked by two or three of the opponent's warships. The fiery fire was rising one after another, and the towering masts were moaning and falling down. The angry curses of the sailors under his command could be heard in his ears. These scenes made the naval minister Pang Dahai become more and more desperate. His eyes seemed to be about to pop out. Sweat like a stream rolled down his forehead. The originally fat slap in his hand and pinched the telescope, and even the blue veins were squeezing.

But even though those Western warships in power had lost their combat capabilities under artillery and slowly sank, they still did not give up a single point of the road that could pass through by the Royal Navy of the Ming Dynasty. They could not even use their strength. This feeling made him feel as if he punched the cotton hard, and he was so uncomfortable that he was almost vomiting blood.

For a few seconds, even Pang Dahai thought about how much criticism he would face after returning. The angry and incredible faces of the emperor and his colleagues in the cabinet, the overwhelming criticism of the newspapers, and the people were yelling and scolding. They should die to apologize, right?

Should I hang a rope around my neck, or should I learn from Wu Zixu to wipe my neck? Or is it very popular to use a pistol to crack my forehead, but it suddenly collapses my head, so it is not considered as having a whole body left, right?

The teeth were trembling, and the situation of the battle was so corrupt that Pang Dahai had no intention of caring about how to continue fighting. However, at this moment, four dark smoke pillars suddenly ignited in the sky.

"Standar! Look, my Ming reinforcements have also arrived!"

Everyone was in trouble after losing the battle! In an instant, it seemed like they had caught a life-saving straw, pointing to the horizon, Xia He shouted in surprise.

However, after glanced in that direction, Pang Dahai should have cried and continued to cry, not caring about it. He knew that there were only four warships, and the battle in front of him was nearly 300 main battleships strangled in the huge bay. He really couldn't imagine what role the four ships could play.

Not to mention him, the other few staff officers should cry and cry. Only Xia He still held a glimmer of hope to write a suicide note, looking into the distance with his big eyes, looking around with bright eyes.

In her nervous eyes, the four warships were also dragging black smoke and rushed to the vast group of warships without fear and killed them.

Four black smoked warships suddenly approached. Michelgen could not have not noticed it, but he didn't care too much. Now the Dutch veteran's full conscience was all focused on how to destroy the Ming warship in front of him as soon as possible, and then additional attacks to defeat the huge Ming Royal Navy, abandoning the Taia. His Rotterdam took on the assault ship mission and collided with another Ming battleship to deal with the black smoke ship that was eyeing him. Michelle only waved his flag words and ordered the Venetian and Genoa battleships in the back row to fight.

But just as he led his sailors to fight fiercely on the Ming army deck, a loud noise suddenly came from behind him. At this moment, Michelle was almost stabbed by a bayonet. She shook back in shock and let the personal soldiers fill his position. Then Michelle suddenly turned around and picked up the telescope. In his round view of the lens barrel, the steaming smoke from the Venetian flagship Mediterranean that was so arrogant that he went to fight.

The gunpowder cabin was exploded in one shot! The entire ship was ruined!

At this moment, Michelle obviously felt bad!

Indeed, the gunpowder cabin of each ship is its fatal hole! In the era of Fengsai Battleships, when dealing with fierce maritime combat, a fully loaded battleship even needed to stockpile a few tons of gunpowder! However, Fengsai Battleships are not clay pots. They say that they can explode the gunpowder cabin with one shot, and just like the one shot. For now, there must be thirty in the battleships that sink on the entire battlefield without forty, and there must not even be one that explodes the gunpowder cabin. On the one hand, for this fatal hole, no matter which country, it must be vigorously protected. Some are buried under the waterline, some are placed at the stern, and the hardest and finest wood are used as walls. Even if they are equipped with the largest caliber of the navy, it is impossible to shoot into the gunpowder cabin with one shot.

On the other hand, even if there are shells occasionally shot in, they may not necessarily detonate. First of all, for the sake of explosion protection, gunpowder is isolated in barrels. Secondly, at this time, almost all those attacking each other at sea are solid bombs, and the ignition ability is also deviated.

But because of these restrictions, this first shot is the most terrifying thing, because Michelle has seen only the Ming breeze-backed overlord cannon that has the ability to explode the gunpowder compartment of the battleship!

"Go back to the ship! Get ready to fight!"

He even didn't want the front line of fierce fighting, and even abandoned more than a dozen soldiers under his command. Michel shouted and jumped back to the Rotterdam. As his roar, the Dutch sailor on the ship pushed the flintlock gun bullets that were fighting Mingjun Mingyuan, and used his support poles to hit the opponent's ship deck and pushed the distance away with all his strength.

However, it was still too late! The loud bangs came one after another, and the towering battleships were like toys in the bathtub. The wood chips splattered under the slap of the naughty boy. Before the eight Italian ships could approach, they were reimbursed by the fierce artillery fire of the other party. Since the destruction of the Roman Empire, the Italian peninsula has no blood. The remaining five were plucked and escaped, but it was not so easy to escape. In Michel's eyes, one had just come across.

On the Milan boat at the exit of the bay, the sailor suddenly let out a roar of fear, followed by a loud bang, and the tall and strong hull was cut in half. A dark bow, like a giant holding the hilt of the knife, came out of the other end of the ship, and cut it violently twice like a giant holding the hilt of the knife. A whole Milan gunboat broke, like the curtain call of the Titanic, and the stern was overturned upward, and it sank towards the sea with bubbles.

At this time, Michelle finally saw the coming ship clearly. Even though he had been hanging around on the battlefield all his life, he couldn't help but open his mouth into an O-shaped shape and screamed in disbelief.

"How is it possible? God! Are these wise men the incarnations of the devil? How could they sail a ship made of steel on the sea?"

No wonder Mao Jue would rather abandon Manila and wait for these four Liaodong ships to be used as a killer weapon! All four are ironclad ships! Half of the essence of the Ming Dynasty's industrialization for more than ten years is on the Overlord Cannon, and half is on this ironclad ship.

In fact, many seemingly impossible things in the world can be transformed into displays as long as they break through their imagination. When Mao Jue was a child, he thought that it was a dream for everyone to have a computer, but in his college days, everyone had smartphones similar to computers. As for the giant steel wheels, the streets were running, so when he was studying trains in Dongjiang, the research on ironclad ships was also put on the agenda.

However, I have to admit that this thing is really much harder than a locomotive. Putting the steam engine onto the ship is not just a simple matter of increasing the volume of the steam engine, but requires better steel! More reasonable design and forging technology are seven or eight years later than the train, and it was only after the second-class battleship ironclad ship that had just caught up with the second-class battleship before it successfully entered the sea. Its technological level is far worse than the Beiyang Navy's ironclad ship. Whether it is naval guns, ammunition, rust prevention, maintenance, fuel, problems are all a lot.

But this is still an iron-clad ship!

The entire ship had only four cannons, each of which was a steel turret that was several meters high and could turn 270 degrees. Standing in the command room of the second main cannon turret, looking at the bulletproof glass that was more than half a meter thick, the sail was taken away by the waves. Sun Chun, the chief of staff of the Ministry of War, who was personally named the God of Artillery, narrowed her long and delicate eyes dangerously, and then shouted loudly again.

"At the six o'clock direction, the body tube is thirty degrees, destroy the ship's bomb, and launch!"

With her loud command, the turret steam engine was suddenly connected to the gear. Amid the creaking metal friction sound, the giant weighing several tons turned around. The gears also drove the chain, and the heavy gun barrel lowered down. A few minutes later, there was another loud bang, and the gun barrel with the retractor suddenly retracted in. Two more heavy yellow gunpowder metal shells that were more than one meter long flew out fiercely.

With the loud bang, the unlucky guy who didn't know was a French ship, a Spanish ship or a Portuguese ship was driving to that position. The entire hull was like a dog chewed, and it exploded and pulled out more than one meter of damage. The strong cast iron cannons were twisted into the sailors on the lower layer of the twist deck and bleeding from the seven orifices, and collapsed to the ground with a bang.

With a loud metal sound, a row of dense white marks appeared on the protective armor on the side of the battleship. The mature and elegant eyes glanced at the edge, and then Sun Chun ignored the Western battleship, which was firing continuously at him and was already scarred, and continued to give orders calmly.

"Continue to sail at full speed! Within half an hour, I will see the chains that blocked the strait being destroyed by our naval guns!"

In the lower cabin, the heat was boiling, dozens of shirtless and sweaty sailors kept filling the coal in the boiler. The black smoke came out of the typical chimney on the back of environmental pollution, and the entire behemoth rushed towards the Cebu Strait at a faster speed.

But here, Michel still defended the last dignity of the Dutch Navy. Even Sun Chun did not expect that the Rotterdam, which had hit three battleships in a row, hit her with all sails and paddles. The huge force, even the heavy armor, was bent and dozens of rivets were bounced and flew out, causing the iron armor to deviate from fifteen degrees.

But this time, for the Rotterdam, it was a death impact, and it was subjected to the bombardment of countless guns. The entire bow of the ship was more than three meters long and was directly crushed. Under the huge recoil, the same broken middle mast collapsed. The Dutch sailor rolling gourd, which was already sweating on the deck, was shaken into a large area of ​​the sea. When it retreated for more than ten meters, the stern began to rise upwards, and a bunch of bubbles emerged from the bow of the warship.

This also defeated the fighting spirit of the Rotterdam, full of disbelief. He allowed his subordinates to flee for the lifeboat to flee. Michelle only looked straight at the correction direction, and then looked at the black chimney that pierced the strait. After a long time, he sat dejectedly on the ground.
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