Chapter 397 Heavy blow--
General Yuan Wulang was wearing a white belt on his head, wearing a somewhat old bamboo armor on his body. He waved the Japanese sword in his hand and loudly reprimanded those slow-moving big barrels, allowing them to carry ammunition and clean up the gun chambers faster. In the distance, the fleet seemed to stop slowly a few miles away. Then, a super giant ship and two giant ships broke away from the formation and drove this way.
"Fuck, you bastards, hurry up, the other party has already driven towards us. Don't be afraid. It's just a pile of wood. Our big tube can even smash stones into powder. The roar of Yuangoro made the movements of those big butts speed up again, but because the speed was too fast, it made the whole fort look a little flustered.
Yuan Goro was a little helpless, but there was no good way. However, he finally let the big tube, that is, the artillery, enter the firing state. With Yuan Goro's order, the seven twelve-pound cannons that had been prepared finally opened fire. The gunpowder's thrust roared from the gun barrel to the sky. After flying for a distance, it gradually lost its thrust, and began to draw an arc in the sky and began to fall. Then, in the distance Hundreds of meters away from the three warships that were slowly sailing, they fell into the sea and splashed only a column of water. After a burst of foam, they were smoothed away by the rippling waves on the sea.
"What kind of people are you, your grandma, firing such a cannon?" Wei Wei, the board gunner of the deck on the first floor, rolled his eyes, withdrew his sight from the gun window, and smiled at the deputy gunner next to him.
"When you were just an artilleryman, I'm afraid you wouldn't be much better than these people, right?" The deputy gunner curled his lips, blew his yawn and replied. Judging from the other party's unclear range of his own artillery, this upcoming artillery battle really made him not interested in it.
"Bullshit, at least I won't mess around outside the range of the gunfire like these idiots." Wei Wei said angrily.
At the moment when the two of them were chattering, the warship had already fought horizontally and aimed the side of the warship at the fort of the dock. With Wu Qianqing's order, the roar of the artillery commander on the third deck made Wei Wei and others immediately shut their mouths, pushed the 12-pound naval gun out of the gun window, and began to correct before shooting.
The second and third floors also pushed out the cannon windows one by one. The dark barrel still looked so cold and gloomy even in the sun.
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The first layer is a 12-pound gun, the second layer is an 18-pound heavy gun, and the third layer is all 24-four-pound heavy guns. This firepower configuration, which was renamed Blue Shark from the original third-class battleship Lion, is so powerful that even Wu Qianjin can't help but secretly hit his tongue. Today, it is the beginning of his original British battleship. War, so Wu Qianjin's mood was both excited and excited.
Behind him are two four-class battleships on the deck of double-layer gunboats. Similarly, they also slowly stretched their barrel out of the gun window and looked at it from the front, like three huge hedgehogs floating on the sea.
"Each ship aims at the target, remember, carry out three rounds of shelling. After three times, I don't want to see any living creatures and artillery that can be fought back on that fort." Wu Qianqi took off the hat on his head, scratched his scalp, and gave the order loudly.
"God of Tianzhao..." Yuan Goro, the general who was commanding those large and light-footed bullets, was particularly excited when he saw that the opponent's warship had stopped moving forward after the shelling of the other side. However, he still asked the footlights to be loaded with ammunition again and take strict precautions, but at this time, those huge things After a slow turn like a whale in the sea, after revealing the heinously dense artillery barrels, the Japanese knife in Yuangoro's hand fell to the ground, and those big light feet were all stunned, like a group of petrified sculptures.
Then, I saw that the side of the giant ships began to spit out a stream of white smoke from front to back in turn, and then, the endless roar of thunder in the sky hit their eardrums and fragile hearts fiercely.
In the sky, black dots as thin as needle eyes roared towards this side. As a strong and brave Samo warrior, Yuan Goro, who looked at cowardice, timidity as feces, and spit on all escape behaviors waved his arms and hissed with a somewhat out-tuned voice: "For the Shimazu family, for the Satsuma Domain. , fight back!"
The Satsuma warriors are worthy of being the elite of Japan. Before the other party's bullet rain hit, they still faithfully followed the orders of the superior warriors and pushed the shells into the gun and ignited them. Soon, the artillery on the fort roared again, and more than a dozen shells also soared into the sky. However, compared with the bullets from the opposite side, this The counterattack seemed so weak and small.
And a counterattack shell collided with the other party's shell in mid-air, making a loud noise and explosion, as if it was just a prelude. Then, Yuan Goro felt that his hearing had disappeared. In front of him, a ball of fire bloomed on the ground, and the feet on the original neat turret were like paper prickly pricks. In those firelight, they were easily torn into pieces, and even the artillery tubes that were so heavy that they needed more than a dozen people to move were as light as butterflies with wings. They actually flew into the air, and then fell to the ground again, directly pressing a light foot not far away into a pile of plasma.
The screaming shrapnel rotates, tearing up any object that dares to block their way forward. Yuan Goro, who was blank in his brain, soon suffered bad luck. A wooden stick lifted by the shock wave to clean up the gun was like a headless javelin, which was thrown out fiercely by a god. After directly piercing his lower abdomen, he also plunged into the sand not far away and into the earth, and the stick still remained. The hole pierced the red blood stained by Yuan Goro's lower abdomen and slowly soaked into the soil.
Yuan Goro stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his lower abdomen. At this time, a piece of shrapnel rotated and flew horizontally. The shrapnel, which was as light as butterfly wings, easily lifted Yuangoro's skull into the sky and continued to fly forward...
Before the end of the first round of artillery fire, the second round of shells was in the air, tearing its own steel shell on the fort made of mud and sand, allowing them to freely destroy all objects.
Dense smoke and sparks completely enveloped the whole fort. Except for the deafening explosion, even a trace of desperate screams of human beings at the verge of death were completely covered up by the explosion.
Standing about half a mile away from the fort, the assembly has been completed. The Satsuma vassal soldiers who have arranged the fish scales are silent. Or it should be said that the fears of human beings have leaked out in their eyes. The dense bombing of the cannons that collapses makes them always brave and believe in the spirit of warriors and swords. The Satsuma warriors also oozed fear in their souls.
That's not the power that manpower can compete with. No matter how powerful the knife is, how dare it fight head-on with a shell. The feeling of being beaten by the opponent at a distance where they can't face the enemy face to face, or even smell the enemy's fart, is definitely not the way they are willing to fight.
The fish scale array has been loosened, and even some soldiers' footsteps are slowly moving back, as if they can take one more step back to be farther away from the bombardment site, which is as terrible as a volcanic eruption, and safer.
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Standing in Motomaru to observe the battle, he should appreciate the scene of the tycotic of the fort built by the Shimazu family by the opponent, which made everyone feel desperate.
The faces of the samurai ministers around Shimazu Shigehao were as gray as if they had brushed lime water collectively, as if they saw a group of orion demons beating their beloved toys with big sticks, but they dared not say anything.
Shimadzu Qixuan's face is relatively normal, because his skin color is relatively pale, and now he just has a tendency to be blue. Is this really a warship of the Qing Dynasty? Shimadzu asked himself in a low voice.
Although the other side's warships are still a few miles away, the power they have shown has pressed a boulder on the hearts of all Satsuma vassals. It is full of a series of negative emotions such as despair, failure, pessimism and disbelief.
"Lord, please immediately order to withdraw from Kagoshima City and retreat to the area of Taniyama. Wait for the enemy." At this time, an important minister of the Shimazu family shouted loudly.
"Yes, Lord, you can't stay here anymore. The other party's tube is really powerful, and the fort has been lost. With the defense of Kagoshima City, it is difficult to defend. The range of the other party's tube seems to be far beyond our imagination. Please give the order, Lord. Another important minister also echoed.
Although the Satsuma warriors spit on all acts of escaping from the battle, now, in front of this kind of unstoppable disaster, as long as a slightly rational person should understand that leaving Kagoshima Castle, which is only two miles away from the coast, retreating to those places that the Qing warships could not attack, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack. The best choice.
"I understand, gentlemen, let's do it. Let Zujin and the warriors leave first, and the others will leave later." Shimazu Shigehao closed his eyes. Although his voice still looked very calm, a bleak breath was gradually emanating from his body.
"Lord, please..." The Satsuma warriors knelt down and pleaded to Shimazu Shigehao and Shimazu Qixuan.
(to be continued)