Chapter 162 Fruits

The ocean is boiling! The sound of gunfire rumbled, showers of bullets, and countless tall columns of water were stirred up around the warships. The thick smoke from the chimney, mixed with the gunpowder smoke fired by artillery, floated over the turbulging gray sea.

At this time, the high ** Yijiyuan letter tube and the lower garg explosive continue to play its effect. The extremely ** Yijiyuan letter tube will explode in the air even if it touches the telegraph line, and the high temperature of 3000 degrees generated by the explosion on the water on the edge of the hull can still destroy the hull armor.

In the shrouded of artillery fire and flames, the Jingyuan kept swaying in the wind and waves formed in the dense rain of bullets. When the main gun was loaded with shells, the port gun kept spraying shells at the first ship of the Japanese fleet at the maximum rate of fire. The flames and shells hit the flames when they hit the warships, tearing through the dark sea and sky, black smoke. The warship is rising.

The Japanese shell, which explodes when it hits, will not pass through the armor and enter the interior of the warship and then explode, but the high temperature it produces is enough to burn the deck made of oak. After the flooded deck is constantly hit by shells, the deck is full of flames everywhere, and even some flames rush into the cabin. It is very difficult to burn down the main deck. To support.

In the raging of bullet rain, a team of damaged soldiers rushed to the deck with heavy water pipes and extinguished the flames with a high-pressure water dragon. The poisonous smoke and flames could not stop their footsteps. Suddenly, a large-caliber shell exploded in the air exploded more than ten meters above Zhiyuan, and thousands of shrapnel were at a high speed of nearly 2,000 meters above the deck. Flying, the scorching pieces of steel shattered the bodies of the sailors. After dozens of sailors fell down, blood and water flowed on the deck.

The flames on the surface of the warship were still burning. The sailors struggling in the blood and water dragged the injured body, and even the limbs and broken arms, and once again dragged up the heavy water pipes to extinguish the flames on the deck. At the same time, more damaged soldiers fought with the flames in the bullet rain on the impulse deck.

The red blood keeps flowing into the cabin along the cabin ladder. In the operating room and the emergency medical center, there are more and more injured sailors. Most of them are carried on stretchers. Most of them are officers, helmsmen, gunners, lookout soldiers, signal soldiers and rangefinders, and damage management soldiers. In short, they are those who stay on the deck. Officers and soldiers in the most dangerous places.

Sang Pingnan, who bent down to perform an amputation operation for a sailor, the white surgical suit would have been dyed red. The screams of the wounded resounded in his ears, and many of the wounded who kept coming in were his acquaintances.

"Bage!"

As soon as the amputation was completed, Sang Pingnan shouted at his assistant and turned to another operating table. Looking at the wounded on the stage, he could hardly see a good place all over his body. Blood was surging all over his body, and the fragments of the shell directly cut his arm off his shoulder.

"Sang, Sang doctor... doctor..."

Listening to the familiar voice, through the face burned by the flames, Sang Pingnan vaguely remembered this person. He was a trainee warrant officer of the damage control. Bao Youcai, a 19-year-old young man, inspected his injury.

"Give him three units of morphine!"

He turned around and left. The morphine of the three units meant that he had no hope of treatment. The morphine would let him get rid of the pain and leave quietly.

When Sang Pingnan walked to another wounded person, more and more injured people came in and carried in. Some of them took off their intestines, some lost their arms or arms, and some were burned so much that they could not recognize human figures. After receiving first-aid surgery and bandages, the injured sailors lay or sat on the floor of the emergency room one by one.

Among the injured, some were brave and cowardly, brave and seriously injured. After dressing the wound, they immediately left the cabin and rushed to their posts. The latter kind of people would rather stay there unless ordered.

"Pep the wound with medicine cotton!"

"Clip your arm with a splint"

"Two morphine..."

Under the command of Sang Pingnan, the assistants who have received basic combat rescue training, from the wounded to the wounded are bandaged for them. In the naval battle of the navy, the injured are fundamentally different from that of the army. There are no gunshot wounds, stab wounds and sword cuts in the naval battle. All the wounded are caused by the explosion of shells. Explosions and burns.

Similarly, the fate of medical personnel here is also fundamentally different from that on land. Here, medical personnel, sailors and wounded all bear the same risks. When the warship is sunk, everyone will suffer the disaster.

And it is even more difficult to operate on sailors here. The warship is constantly shaken by the launch of its main gun and the explosion of enemy bullets. In this scene, it can only use the gap of each swing to carry out the operation.

"What are you doing with your legs in your hand! Throw it away!"

Shouting at an assistant with a broken leg in his hand, Sang Pingguo, who was full of sweat and blood, continued to sew the tendons for the wounded. At this moment, a sailor full of blood suddenly rushed in, "There is a need for manpower on the deck, and everyone who can move will follow me!"

The wounded lying on the floor looked at the bloody sailor. First, they were stunned, and then a sailor who had just finished the operation stood up. More of the wounded stood up and dragged their wounded to the outside of the cabin. The wounds they had just been bandaged, and there was still bleeding, but they could not stop them. They are the wounded, but when the warship is sunk, the sea will not sympathize with them because they are wounded.

In the lowest ammunition compartment more than ten meters deep under the front turret, the tropical temperature makes the humidity here more than 40 degrees. A small team of naked sailors are constantly loading shells into the lifting machine from the magazine. After installing it, stop for a moment, and the shell will be raised.

Then, install another one. A slightly older sailor was supervising the loading of ammunition. He kept talking and cursing the damned and lazy sailors in his own words. In short, it was difficult to satisfy him with their speed. It was only when he checked the placement of the shells on the bomb lifter that he stopped. In addition, the speech is often interrupted by the thunderous sangulation of artillery above.

"It's our turn now. It's my turn and the sailors here. Do you understand?"

He kept roaring as the sailors pushed the bullet cart back and forth.

"Eleven years ago, we lost a battle. Old son, I was on the Zhenyuan account. Damn it. After waiting for eleven years, I finally waited until today. Finally, we can take revenge and be ashamed, but anyway, what can make face for us now is our cannon. If we stop, if we are lazy, the cannon can't be fired, and the speed of the cannon will slow down. Then, we can only sink to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish, do you understand?

"Yes..."

The sailors running and pushing the bullet cart shouted.

"Your mother, take out all the milking energy, hurry up, hurry up..."

A shell was pushed to the bomber in the sergeant's curse, and it paused a little because it had to check the placement of a shell.

When the shell was raised by the lifting machine to almost invisible, the sergeant, who was sweating all over and had a hoarse voice, suddenly shouted at the shell.

"Go up, my own son, hit the small Japanese warship, you are my own son."

The old sergeant looked at the distant shell expectantly and seemed to see the moment the shell hit the enemy ship. The shell that was sealed by his own son rose from the bomber, entered the chain, sent the turret, pushed into the gun barrel, and loaded with a medicine bag. Then, it shot out. The gunners in the main turret are all sweaty and busy.

"It's easy to win!"

Looking at the water column constantly rising around the Jingyuan, which was about to escape, and the sea near the warship was ignited by explosives. Even the Jingyuan deck began to burn and fall into the flames, Gao Zhuangzhicheng smiled coldly. It had been nearly 13 minutes since the start of the war. The other side only formed 15 sangulations, and their goals were very clear. Obviously, it was Shi Jian. They wanted to sink Shi Jian, and this just gave them the opportunity to constantly attack Jingyuan without any interference.

The battleship "Ishimi" was originally the battleship Eagle of the Second Russian Pacific Squadron. The ship was surrounded and captured by naval injury in the Battle of Taima. It was then dragged to Wugang for repair. A month later, it was named "Shijian". The class of the ship was listed as a first-class warship, the same as Jingyuan, who was surrounded by a water column. At this time, Shijian was also trapped in the siege of the water column.

"Eight!"

The water column slapped on his body when it fell through the ventilation window, making Yamamoto fifty-six, a trainee gun officer of the battleship Shijian, scold angrily. At this time, the huge muzzle flames of the nine regiments raised in the distance. While the cannon flames came into sight, the Jingyuan suddenly rose and emptied a large burst of flames.

"Hit..."

The gunners in the turret howled excitedly, and suddenly a sad sound came out of their ears. The next moment, when the turret armor was broken through, fragments were generated in the turret. For a moment, the whole turret was full of blood flying in it, and the shell that penetrated the turret did not stop its footsteps at all. And then pass through the turret.

Finally, after passing through multiple decks, the heavy shells weighing 653 kilograms finally stopped at the moment of crashing into the ammunition depot shells after penetrating an ordinary steel plate with a thickness of only a dozen millimeters.

"Dong, Bong..."

With a sound of metal cracking and impact, the sailors who were running in the ammunition depot under the front turret of the battleship Shijian were just stunned when they heard the sound. The next moment, they saw a flash of flame. Before they showed fear, they were swallowed up by the flame.

Tang Tinglong, 8 kilometers away, raised the telescope on the bridge and looked at it. Suddenly, the strangeness in the telescope changed the solemn look on his face, and his whole body became excited and even shouted.

"Look, look! I hit it!"

A huge column of smoke rose high from the Iwami in the distance, and even the turret was thrown into the sky hundreds of meters.

It is said that Gao Zhuangzhicheng also saw this amazing scene from his telescope. At that moment, the outline of the "Shijian" was suddenly revealed from the smoke, with clear lines and clear and recognizable. Then, a thick gray smoke spewed out from the front of its chimney. Before the thick smoke began to form mushroom-like clouds, more than a dozen larger columns of smoke rose on the ship.

The black smoke stretched with the wind and gradually formed a huge cloud of smoke, covering the warship. Under the clouds, a slender chimney stood faintly, and at this time, Gao Zhuangzhicheng saw a huge explosion on the Shijian from the telescope.

The fragments of the warship flew away in the night, and their height even exceeded the first eruption, almost no longer raised smoke. Then, he clearly saw that at the moment after the violent explosion, the middle of the warship "Ishimi" sank into the water, but the bow and stern were raised high on the surface of the water, and the whole warship was completely broken.

It is said that Gao Zhuangzhicheng saw all this for a moment. Then, smoke came out of the countless cracks in the warship. The warship captured from Russia was immediately engulfed by a thick fire. Now, nothing can be seen except the countless columns of water splashed in the sea by the masts, decks and armored fragments thrown high into the air during the explosion. When the smoke rises and fades, the dark sea is empty and has nothing.

Yamamoto and his subordinates no longer exist at this moment. Originally, under the dazzling light, they had concentrating on their efforts in the turret, attacking Jingyuan, which was getting farther and farther away. However, when the shell fell, they accurately hit their turret, first penetrated the armor on the top of the weak turret, then penetrated multiple decks, and finally directly It penetrated into the ammunition compartment containing hundreds of high-explosive shells, and then exploded with the hundreds of high-explosive shells.

Under the detonation of less than 10 kilograms of TNT of armor-piercing shells, the power of more than 250 305mm shells and hundreds of tons of gargling explosives filled with thousands of 152mm shells were demonstrated.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sailors on the battleship Iwami, even before they could figure out what was going on, they sank to the bottom of the sea with the violent explosion. OK!"

Looking at the fireworks rising into the air, Wei Lanqing, who commanded the left No. 1 torpedo boat, shouted loudly.

"Well, brothers, Jingyuan has sunk an enemy ship. Maybe we can sink another one!"

His words were immediately exchanged for the echo of the captain and the helmsman.

"Hur, look at it!"

Then everyone's eyes stared at the enemy ship with a clear outline under the cannon flame, while Wei Lanqing's eyes were full of perseverance. He knew what would happen as the distance approached.

After being disepowered into the sea with the right torpedo boat three hours ago, he knew that the Jingyuan lightning strike team under his command was a killer in the hands of the captain. There were two wooden shell torpedo boats on the left and one on the right. Although they weigh only dozens of tons, they could carry four 5s under the drive of six 400 horsepower diesel engines. The 00mm white-headed fish radar reaches a high speed of 36.5 knots, and it is undoubtedly the most suitable weather to launch a torpedo attack on this starless night.

"3000 meters!"

With the roar of the rangefinder and staring at the enemy fleet that indicated the target with a searchlight, Wei Lanqing held his breath. At this time, the torpedo boat No. 1 on the left and the torpedo boat on the right side, the high boat was like a flying fish in the sea, accelerating. The waves beat the boat's side and splashing waves. Hu covered the cab. After the left and right four torpedo tubes, the aimer aimed at the approaching enemy ship.

"2200 meters!"

The shouts of the rangefinders didn't fall. Suddenly, a beam of light swept over from the enemy fleet, and the right torpedo boat approaching at high speed was suddenly shrouded in a beam of searchlights.

"Discover the lightning strike boat!"

After a cry, the side guns and small-caliber rapid-fire guns on the starboard side of the originally silent South Fleet sounded. High-explosive bombs and armor-piercing bombed water columns around the right No. 1 torpedo boat one after another, and more beams of searchlights tore through the darkness of the starboard side, and the rotating beams of light searched for enemy boats on the sea.

"1000 meters!"

"Your officer!"

As soon as the sound of the captain of the wheel came out, Wei Lanqing roared.

"Close closer!"

Although the distance was very close, Wei Lanqing knew that there was no accuracy for the torpedo at all at this distance. At the moment when his voice fell, the dazzling light lit through the glass window of the cockpit and he could not even open his eyes. Rain-like shells began to fall around the torpedo boat.

"800 meters!"

"S sir, it's ready to launch!"

"Close closer!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Wei Lanqing roared again.

"They are crazy!"

After discovering the torpedo boat, Gao Zhuangzhicheng was no longer in the mood to stare at Jingyuan. It was important to sink Jingyuan, but more importantly, he should not be sunk.

Looking at the torpedo boat with its bow and the waves constantly avoiding the approach of shells, Gao Zhuangzhicheng said that there was only one thought in his mind.

"A torpedo was found on the starboard side!"

"Right rudder!"

The captain's shouting at the whole ship was enough to make everyone aware of the danger. The originally neat battle line was known by such two small torpedo speedboats. While avoiding torpedoes, the warship Fuji opened fire fiercely with a secondary gun and a small caliber gun. At this time, with the ceasefire of the Fuji, it was originally shrouded in The pressure of the Jingyuan ship in the rain also loosened. When the warship avoided the torpedoes, it could not fire the main gun at all.

"500 meters!"

Suddenly, a flame from the starboard side only flashed some sadness on Wei Lanqing's face. He didn't need to look. Listening to the explosion, he knew that it was hit by the right.

"400 meters!"

At this distance, the enemy ship's secondary guns can no longer work. Only those small-caliber guns can play a role, but even a small-caliber gun can sink the left side of the iron ribbed wooden shell.

"Close closer!"

"Aim at the enemy ship! The depth is 5 meters!"

A series of orders burst out in Wei Lanqing's throat, and each order seemed to roar.

"300 meters!"

"Target, straight ahead, four shots in a volley!"

With Wei Lanqing's order, at the moment of four consecutive explosions, four black and gray 500mm torpedoes jumped into the sea from the four torpedo tubes of the left boat, dragging long bubbles into the enemy ship in front of them like a proud dragon entering the sea. In just a second or two of the torpedo boat, the squim of the left boat blew out a flame, and the thick black smoke rose.

"Right full rudder!"

Jia Teng Qingci, the captain of the Izun armored cruiser, looked at the approaching torpedo and shouted heartbreakingly, and sweat flowed down his forehead.

Can you come to avoid it urgently?

At this time, Wei Lanqing, who was holding a lifebuoy, looked at the torpedo dragging four traces of water on the sea near the left boat, which was completely reduced to the enemy's target.

Can you hit it?

(to be continued)