Chapter 117 Do it

This shout immediately made the air in the conzing tower seem to freeze. Simmons suddenly held the pistol in his waist and looked at Liu Haitao with a vigilance.

Fortunately, Chen Ping took the lead and held Simmons' hand holding the gun, and shook his head with a smile.

Other people's eyes were also focused on Li Mo's face. Although the front war report was still coming from the communication room, no one was in the mood to listen to it at this moment. Everyone knew that it was even more difficult for Beiyang, who had lost the unified command of the flagship.

Li Mo gave Simmons a reassuring look. He knew what Liu Haitao shouted again and what everyone was waiting for.

In his eyes, he reached out and asked Long Guozhang for a cigarette. He walked to the open door of the command tower and looked at the calm sea. The smoke choked through his throat and made him blush. This was the first time he smoked after reincarnation in the late Qing Dynasty.

The first time I had a woman, the first time I smoked, and the first time I watched the sea battle! The naval battle in the distance has opened the humiliating history of the whole Chinese world for nearly a hundred years, and an indescribable emotion spread quickly in the chest.

To be honest, he never thought of helping Qing and making an emperor or something, otherwise he would not have done so many things and robbed Hawaii.

But when he heard the front battle situation that had just been passed back one after another, he still couldn't help but think of himself as a Qing Dynasty. Although he chose to continue to watch coldly on the surface, his heart had already flown into the smoke-filled naval battle.

The rumble of gunfire, the smoke of gunpowder and the continuous sacrifice of Beiyang soldiers made his hands tremble involuntarily. He knew that as long as he had an order, or a hint, Liu Haitao and others would immediately set out with a warship and attack the Japanese joint fleet with Beiyang!

But he has never been able to speak for this order. Now he is no longer alone. Every decision needs to be based on tens of thousands of Pacific troops, based on the Chinese from all over the world and the Qing Dynasty behind them!

"Is it to save or not?!" Li Mo glanced at the officers who stood up, and his eyes finally fell on Chen Ping and Long Guozhang. The latter were also full of anxiety. They were not worried about the previous war situation, but that the young master would change the plan drawn up before the war!

When the cigarette butt slowly shortened at his fingertips, Li Mo gently shot the cigarette butt into the sea in everyone's gaze and straightened up in everyone's waiting.

"The plan remains unchanged!"

The crisp voice echoed in the narrow command tower. Although Liu Haitao and other captains were a little depressed, Chen Ping and Tan Xiaozeng were relieved. Long Guozhang was even more guilty. If it hadn't been for his kick, it would not have brought so many misunderstandings!

"I know what you are thinking, and I know that some of you blame me in your heart, but I just want to say a few words." Li Mo glanced at every face, and even Simmons didn't miss it. He pressed his hands on the table and leaned forward and pressed it hard: "We are all people who cut the braids! We are the Pacific Fleet!"

On the desktop, whether it is a wooden ship representing the Beiyang Marine Division or a wooden ship representing the Japanese joint fleet, it is tilted upside down under the squeeze.

Looking at the small model of the crooked warship, Liu Haitao and other officers were shocked! The young master is right. Everyone has cut off the whip and is no longer from the Qing Dynasty! Behind them are millions of overseas Chinese who have been deliberately forgotten, and they are abandoned children who have been forgotten by the motherland!

They are now the Pacific Fleet, not the old and old Qingshui Division!

Looking at the officers of the Pacific Fleet, whose eyes were gradually shining one by one, and their bodies were getting straighter and straighter. Simmons, who didn't know much Chinese, was still like a fog. He quietly pulled the corner of Li Mo's clothes and asked, "Li, what are you talking about?"

Looking at Simmons, Li Mo was slightly moved. Although this guy frapped himself of so much money, when Liu Haitao shouted just now, this guy actually reached out and held the pistol for fear that someone would hurt him! At this point, it's worth paying! So Li Mo smiled and suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth: "They just said that they hope I can be the emperor."

"What!" --

At 13:30, the three ships of Dingyuan, Laiyuan and Jingyuan were heavily damaged by Yamamoto Birui and Akagi, and the captain of Akagi, Sakamoto Hachiro, was killed in the battle. The Nishikyomaru was also hit hard at the same time.

But at this time, the four ships of the first guerrilla team of Japan's forward have also hit the Yangwei heavily. After sinking Chaoyong, they quickly turned around and prepared to attack the Beiyang Marine Division.

At about 14:15, the fleet finally circled behind the Beiyang Fleet and formed a clamping force with the first guerrillas. The Beiyang Fleet was attacked by the enemy, and its formation was even more chaotic. In the melee, the Beiyang Fleet, which had been rushing to the front Zhiyuan, was bombarded by Yoshino and Takachiho. Many places were injured and the hull was tilted.

Li Mo sat quietly, listening to a sound of reward coming out of the communication room, and his heart was like a knife!

Since he made up his mind just now, he is destined to be a bystander of this naval battle. Hearing that Zhiyuan was tilted on the deck and there were many fires, he quietly clenched his fists.

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes glanced at Chen Ping, who was standing in front of the chart and still meticulously placing models according to the war report. Only then did he find that he hung in the crack of his white fist under the table, and a silky redness flowed out. And beside him, Long Guozhang also pinched the foot of the table and pinched it. As for Ji Rushan and Liu Haitao, who came out of Beiyang, they were also restless, either smoking fiercely or scolding themselves.

Although these guys agreed to their own plans, they were not hard-hearted people. No matter what Beiyang was, they were still their old troops. Hearing this result, they could still maintain superficial calm, which was no longer be done by ordinary people.

Don't intervene in the naval battle halfway, but it doesn't mean letting me go! Compared with the two fighting fleets, the Pacific Fleet is also young and inexperienced, so they have to wait for the moment when they are exhausted and return. Now, what they need to do is to pray for the Japanese fleet. When they withdraw from the battlefield exhausted, they may not think that they will Facing a larger and more advanced fleet ambush than the Beiyang Marine Division.

What can I do if I save Beiyang? The old sailor, like the Qing Empire under the setting sun, is gradually stepping down the throne. How long can the Qing Empire under the setting sun last even if it wins the naval battle?!

Instead of losing the warrior's life to save a huge ship that is destined to sink, it is better to make a new sky with blood fire!

"Flying Fish returned, Jiyuan played the flag and asked to replace Dingyuan as the flagship!" The voice sounded again, but everyone, including Li Mo, looked at each other in front of each other. Chen Ping and Long Guozhang stopped the work at hand and looked at Master Li.

Jiyuan requires to command the battle instead of Dingyuan?!

Li Mo was stunned. Obviously, this history had never appeared on any information, which caught him off guard for a moment. Long Guozhang and others looked at Li Mo because they already knew that Fang Boqian was Master Li's father-in-law. At this moment, if the Jiyuan raised the command flag and temporarily replaced the flagship, then waiting for Jiyuan was probably his crazy gunfire.

Can Fang Boqian survive? The plan can no longer be changed, not to mention that it is too late to rejoin the war. The two destroyers in the war zone can't change the situation. Do you want to watch the young master lose his father-in-law?

"In return, Dingyuan refused Jiyuan's request and ordered all ships to fight to the end."

"Ah."

A long sigh came from all the population. Although Fang Boqian had a much greater chance to save his life, as a naval officer, putting aside his personal thoughts, they all knew that Dingyuan's refusal represented that the fleet would still be in chaos.

Everyone gritted their teeth at Ding Ruchang's stubbornness and refusal to hand over power. The other party Bo Qian dared to propose to take over the fleet at this time, and everyone admired it. However, everyone's hearts are overshadowed by the chaos caused by the lack of effective command of the Beiyang sailors.

"This Fang Boqian is too timid! What else do you ask at this time? You should take the initiative to raise the flag to take over the command!" As soon as Liu Haitao jumped and cursed, he was pulled by Ji Rushan next to him. Only then did he see that the young master's face had become pale.

"Flying Fish returned, and the ship Birui and Nishikyomaru withdrew from the battle."

As the two ships raised the white flag and withdrew from the battle, the battle became white-hot again. The two ships of the Beiyang Marine Division, Pingyuan and Guangbing, as well as several torpedo ships such as Fulong and Zuoyi and Zuo Er, also joined the battlefield. Although the number of numbers began to occupy an advantage, the later ones were small boats, and it was difficult to play a role in determining the surname.

"Swordfish returned, Zhiyuan was hit, and the deck began to tilt."

"The swordfish returned, Zhiyuan raised the flag and rushed to Yoshino with all its strength!"

"Swordfish returned, Zhiyuan was hit by a torpedo."

Pang! Li Mo kicked the hatch fiercely. From the continuous report of the Swordfish, he could even see Deng Shichang standing in the bow of the ship, pulling out the command knife, and rushing to the Yoshino at full speed with Zhiyuan.

It turns out that all this can be avoided, but now.

Did you do it right? Or did it wrong!

Li Mo's kick also shocked the whole war room. Chen Ping looked up at Li Mo's back, gritted his teeth, and said in the eyes of everyone, "Young master, have you forgotten what you said when you gave us in class?"

"No sacrifice, no victory! If there is no death, how can there be a new life!"

Behind him, Chen Ping's slow but firm words came. Li Mo's shoulders shook slightly. After a moment of stagnation, he didn't look back. He said tiredly, "I'll take a rest first. I'll wait a minute."

"No! Don't tell me the result." Li Mo stepped forward: "Let go of your courage!"

"Do it!"

(to be continued)