Chapter 311 Yellow River Fu 20 "Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
The other four warships that followed opened fire one after another, and while running at high speed, they used rifled cannons mounted on the sides to attack the enemy.
Due to insufficient production capacity, only four rifled guns were installed on each battleship.
There are two doors on each side, which is far from meeting the installation standards.
But everyone on the battleship is full of confidence in victory.
With the experience of the last battle, the gunners' accuracy has also been improved exponentially.
Of the ten shells fired in this round, two actually hit the target directly.
The two two-hundred-stone cargo ships at the forefront were instantly reduced to a pile of rotten wood.
"There is no watertight compartment", "There is no reinforced ribs", "Grandma's, I didn't even bother to install the fenders", the gunners who had achieved a good start shouted excitedly.
He quickly pulled the cannon back into the cabin, cleaned the bore, loaded gunpowder, compacted the projectiles, and then quickly pushed the cannon out of the firing port according to the standard procedure that had been practiced thousands of times.
The Meng Yuan battleship on the opposite side was in a mess in the face of the sudden disaster.
Not only was the ship temporarily conscripted, it was not qualified as a warship at all.
Most of the officers and men on the ship had no idea what a water battle looked like.
The only relatively professional person was the gunner who was coaxed into surrendering to the enemy by Li Siqi.
However, these gunners did not receive effective cooperation from the helmsmen and sailors.
They missed the best firing time again and again, and could only use cannonballs in vain to hit the water behind the Huai'an warship.
"Accelerate, accelerate and cut outside" "Accelerate, accelerate and cut outside" "Aim for the biggest one" "Aim for the biggest one" "Fire" "Fire" "Fire" But the warships of the Huai'an Army became more and more sensitive the more they fought.
Less than a minute later, a second salvo was launched.
This time, they tacitly chose a large thousand-stone cannon that was turning around with difficulty.
Ten projectiles rushed towards it with a roar of death, splashing several huge white water columns in front, back, left and right of the target.
The artillery on the cannon could not aim at side targets, and could only use crossbows and trebuchets to fight back.
Three crossbow arrows more than one foot long passed over a distance of more than 200 steps.
Two of them flew away, and the third one struck the side guard of the Huai'an Army's flagship with a "pop" sound.
The fierce flames hung on the front of the crossbow arrows.
Smoke billows from the oil ball.
"Extinguishing the fire" Boatswain Ma Wu lifted the lid of the wooden barrel next to him, poured a bucket of muddy water mixed with chalk powder from the top deck, and instantly extinguished the fire that had just jumped in the bud.
The other two sailors followed the habit they had developed during training, picked up long-handled sledgehammers, and smashed them against the long shaft of the crossbow.
One, two, three times, in the blink of an eye, the crossbow arrows flew off the guard and fell into the river in vain.
More crossbow arrows flew in, most of them lost their accuracy and disappeared.
Occasionally, one or two performed miracles, but the specially made iron wood guard plates on the Huai'an Army warships became a barrier that they could not break through.
The kinetic energy accumulated on the arrow cannot cause fatal damage to the hull at all.
However, the sailors of the Huai'an Army have already become familiar with how to deal with rockets during their usual training, and they have solved these minor troubles very skillfully.
"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom" The third round of shelling started again one minute later.
This time, it was more professional than last time.
Four six-pound pellets and six four-pound pellets spun rapidly and fell from the air.
The hot projectile surface comes into contact with moisture in the air, leaving a clear white parabola in its wake.
At the end of most parabolas, there is turbid river water.
However, there were still three parabolas that successfully connected with the target.
The distance of just over 200 steps allowed the rifled artillery's stable ballistics to be fully utilized.
The large and bulky body of the cannon has become the best target again.
Three projectiles coated with soft lead on the surface, one six kilograms and two four kilograms, combined with the huge kinetic energy, hit the target's side, front deck and rear poop, causing the ship's body to shake.
After a few shakes, he lost his balance in an instant.
The Tanma Red Army soldiers on the deck were in chaos, screaming and running towards the raised side of the ship's hull.
Gunpowder barrels, stones, wood, and crossbow arrows clattered down the rapidly sloping deck into the river.
Under the dual pressure of the river water and the load, the keel of the canal began to make a permeating sound.
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"Creak, creak, creak, creak", like a water monster grinding its teeth under the surface of the river.
Suddenly, the bow of the ship suddenly plunged into the water, and the stern jumped high.
Most of the hull was exposed to the water, twisting, struggling, and falling apart with a "boom".
Hundreds of soldiers fell into the murky yellow water, undulating with the waves, struggling to survive.
Dozens of soldiers were seriously injured and bleeding.
The river surface near the sunken ship was dyed scarlet in an instant.
The other two large tankers that were making a difficult U-turn and the other five small cargo ships were huddled together around the red whirlpool and were at a loss what to do.
Just five minutes ago, the captains, lieutenants, escorts, and soldiers on the ship were all confident.
He thought that with his free-earned artillery and superior troops, he could easily kill the prey that came to him.
Now, they suddenly discovered that they were the stupid prey, and their opponents had already sharpened their claws and teeth.
The huge gap between ideal and reality makes everyone confused.
The Tanma Red Army Qianhu Harik, who was temporarily promoted to be the commander of the navy, was not willing to stick out his butt and get beaten.
He waved his machete and loudly ordered, "Sail the boat, sail the boat, drive the boat back to the shore, and let the cannons on the shore Blast them to pieces" "Sail the ship, sail the ship, move the ship to the shore."
The soldiers on the deck raised the copper trumpets specially equipped for the Xuzhou Army generals and repeated the order loudly to the surroundings.
Amidst the rumbling drums and hoarse cries for help, it was impossible for their orders to be heard by people on other ships.
The panicked captains of each ship looked for their own way out according to their own ideas.
Or order the ship to be filled with wooden sails and rush to the shore.
Or order the ship to use the current to run downstream.
There were one or two more lucky ones who continued to adjust their bows, trying to aim their guns at the Huai'an fleet that had successfully cut upstream, and create a miracle with one shot.
Such a chaotic response is tantamount to seeking death.
The Huai'an fleet, which occupied the upstream position, skillfully turned its head and cut diagonally downward from right to left.
Under the dual effects of current and oars, the boat speed is as fast as a galloping horse.
The fourth round of salvos hit Harik's ship while running at high speed.
Eight of them fell into the water, one hit the deck, and another hit the auxiliary mast squarely, hitting the thick mast directly.
It became two and became an upper and lower section.
On the deck, blood and flesh were flying everywhere.
The solid shell directly hit the bottom compartment and then passed through the side of the ship on the other side, taking away the lives of several soldiers and sailors.
Before the people on the boat could scream in agony, the wooden sail of the cannon had already been knocked down from mid-air, turning more soldiers who could not dodge into pieces.
The warship continued to gallop at high speed, and the red flag of the Huai'an Army fluttered in the wind at the top of the mast.
A two-hundred-stone cargo ship swayed and blocked the route.
The black muzzle aimed at the flagship and sprayed out a pig iron pellet.
The whizzing projectiles came from bottom to top, smashing the armor on the left side of the bow.
Broken wooden boards hit the faces of several nearby soldiers, causing them to scream and fall down, rolling on the deck in pain.
Boatswain Ma Wu and several brothers rushed over quickly and dragged the injured into the bottom hold.
The carpenter who accompanied the ship ran forward carrying the plank to inspect the ship and prepare to deal with unexpected dangers.
"Everyone get down, get down, and pull the cables on the deck."
Vice Captain Sun De tightened the wooden handle on the side guardrail with one hand, raised the iron horn high with the other hand, and reminded loudly, "Get ready for impact."
"Keep heading, prepare for impact" "Keep the course and prepare for impact."
The helmsman used all his strength to jam the rudder.
The rowers at the bottom shouted loudly, rowed the wooden oars twice with all their strength, then retracted the oars, and firmly grasped the cables lying in mid-air beside them with both hands.
The cargo ship that successfully fired a cannonball had no time to review its results.
Staggering, swaying, trying desperately to move the thin body, trying to avoid the huge thing crushing at high speed from upstream.
However, this effort was destined to be in vain.
The Huai'an Army flagship rushing down the river rushed forward in an instant, and the metal horn on the bow shone with a cold light.
"Boom" one thousand five hundred stones against two hundred stones, like a rhinoceros hitting a sheep.
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The sharp metal collision angle had no effect at all.
It only made contact with the opponent's mast at the root, and then quickly separated.
The not-so-tall three-decker Arab-style dhow ran directly over the low inland river cargo ship.
Broken wood and corpses were scattered on both sides of the ship.
"The impact is over, continue to accelerate."
The oarsman stood in the bottom cabin window and clearly watched the entire crushing process.
Then without hesitation, he raised his tin trumpet and issued orders to the rowers in the cabin.
The wide wooden oars penetrated deep into the water again, and the Huai'an Army flagship began to speed up again.
The soldiers on the top floor stood up from the deck and trotted to their designated guard positions.
The gunner on the second deck readjusted the muzzle and aimed at the next target as quickly as possible.
"Boom" and "Boom" the two shells roared and hit a cargo ship that was trying to retreat forty steps away, sending it into the bottom of the water.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom," more shells rushed towards the enemy flagship that had lost its ability to move, killing it.
On the Meng Yuan Navy flagship that was riddled with holes, Navy Commander Harik was about to cry without tears.
He raised his iron trumpet and loudly ordered the approaching ships to come over and protect him.
However, whether it was a large canal of one thousand dan or a small cargo ship of 200 dan, they all turned a deaf ear to the orders issued on the flagship.
In the face of huge casualties, the so-called honor and courage are thinner than dead leaves in the autumn wind.
The battlefield of the Tanma Red Army is on land, not in the water.
In an instant, almost all the officers on board the ship had a sudden enlightenment.
Under their hoarse command, all the boats that could move quickly fled downstream and to the river banks on both sides.
I would rather have my butt pointed at the muzzle of the Huai'an army than continue to struggle in vain.
The Huai'an Army's warships rationally gave up on their fleeing opponents.
Continue to concentrate your firepower and launch artillery attacks on the adrift enemy flagship.
One round, two rounds, three rounds, and after receiving five more live rounds, the ship's endurance finally reached its limit.
With a "boom", it turned into a ball of brilliant flames on the water.
"Adjust the course and go to the enemy's water stronghold."
Chang Haoran, the captain of the Huai'an Army flagship, rushed onto the deck and proudly pointed his sword upstream.
Under the setting sun, his body looked particularly majestic.
Early summer has arrived and the days are getting longer.
He has enough time today to let his opponents know that just by putting cannons on a ship, you can call yourself a navy: