A large group of rebel soldiers swarmed to the side of the battleship of the Qiongzhou battalion, took out their bows and arrows and shot them, and for a while the arrows flew in the air like locusts, and the sunlight was obscured. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But the distance of two hundred meters is beyond the distance of most bows and arrows, and unless you use a crossbow, you can't reach it at all. Coupled with the undulating waves and the swaying hull of the ship, the arrows fired were not as powerful as the flat ground, and many arrows fell into the sea at half a distance, and even the symbolic threat could not be achieved.

The muzzle of the black hole seemed to grin at the incompetence of the other party, and then it erupted orange-red fireworks, spewing out patches of metal rain, flying towards the rebels with a whining sound.

The rebels who were huddled on the side of the ship and shot arrows stood densely, just becoming live targets for shotguns, and many of them were still in a shooting posture before they had time to move, and they were shot into a bloody sieve by the rain of bullets, and the severed limbs and meat scraps mixed with blood plasma flew in the air, and the screams came one after another, and the deck instantly became a Shura hell.

Kong Youde just stood behind the thick mast, barely saving his life, but a projectile happened to sweep his right arm, which was exposed outside the mast and wielding a sword, and pierced a hole in his lower arm.

After being stunned for a few seconds, the pain in the heart came from the wound, Kong Youde held the injured arm with his left hand and shouted: "It hurts Lao Tzu...... Come on, bandage Lao Tzu to stop the bleeding! ”

The surviving soldiers were terrified and fled in all directions, and some jumped directly into the sea, and no one cared about him.

The sharp pain of the wound made Kong Youde's face distorted, and seeing that no one came to take care of him, he was in pain and angry, walked two steps, stepped on the blood on the deck, and slipped and fell to the ground. When he landed, he subconsciously used his right elbow to support, and his injured arm hit the deck, and for a while the pain was so painful that he couldn't even scream, and his mind was blank.

I don't know how long it took for Kong Youde to slowly regain consciousness. He lay on the deck, bit the sleeve of his left hand with his teeth, tore off the strip of cloth, used his hand and mouth together, bandaged the wound on his right hand indiscriminately, and then struggled to his feet.

Because of excessive blood loss, he was a little dizzy, and slowly walked to the side of the ship, looking at the Qiongzhou battalion warship that was still moving opposite, and his teeth itched with hatred. I turned my head to look and found a rebel soldier squatting in the corner shivering, sat down and kicked him, shouting and scolding: ", get up for Lao Tzu!" There's a Furlong cannon in the bow of the ship, go, fire to Lao Tzu, blow up the fuck! ”

Although due to the severity of the injury and the loss of too much blood, Kong Youde scolded people a little weakly, but Ji Wei was still there, and the rebel did not dare to disobey the order, so he came to the bow of the ship tremblingly, took out the fire sickle and lit it, because he was nervous, he didn't even light the fire several times.

"Your grandma's, it's really a waste...... Kong Youde scolded, and before the second half of the sentence was finished, the sound of "boom" and "boom" sounded again, and the cannon fired again on the opposite side, which was still a deadly shotgun.

Kong Youde was suddenly distracted, looking at the dense projectiles flying from the opposite side, and before he had time to scold his mother, he hurriedly lay on the deck and hid under the side of the ship. The dense projectiles smashed on the hull of the ship, "crackling", and the rebels who were lighting and firing guns next to them were swept by the high-speed flying projectiles, and their heads, chests, and abdomen were smashed to pieces by five or six iron balls the size of quail eggs, and their bodies were also impacted by powerful kinetic energy, soaring into the air and falling heavily to the ground.

The Qiongzhou battalion did not know whether Kong Youde was dead or alive, but only called him one by one according to the established steps, and carried out close-range shelling from ship to ship.

Considering that the task of sinking so many ships in a short period of time was too difficult, William chose to use shotguns to kill and injure the opposing soldiers as much as possible. As long as there are no people standing on the deck, the ship will naturally not be able to run away, let alone move on the sails of the other party beforehand.

After shelling more than a dozen ships in one go, the clumsy rebel Fu boat finally slowly dispersed, turned around and fled north, and distanced itself from the Qiongzhou battalion.

William stared at the ships with a little nervousness, praying that yesterday's homework had not been done in vain. If the vast majority of the rebel ships could not be wiped out, the painstakingly planned plan would not have been perfect.

The full sail of the ship had not sailed far, and the broken struts on the sails of one ship gradually could not support the expansion force brought by the strong sea breeze, and finally broke one by one, and then the whole sail collapsed like a person who had been drained of his muscles, and the hull of the ship lost the help of the wind, and wandered in place, unable to move forward.

Then the second, then the third, then the fourth, and like a contagion, most of the ships that escaped lost their sails and stopped in place, swirling with the waves.

The rebels didn't know what was happening and looked at each other. A clever man tried to raise the fallen sail again, but found that the struts were broken, and no clever shipwright could repair them in a hurry.

Looking at the approach of a dozen large ships that shelled each ship as easily as a pig and a sheep, the rebels all let out a howl of despair. Some jumped into the sea, others were dying and fought back, with the ship's Furlong cannons, but before they could fire, they were swept into pulp by the shrapnel.

The big ships all became floating targets, but the smaller ones went away with a sigh - this was because Lin Chuanzong and the others had no time to destroy all the ships, so they caught the big ones and let go of the small ones.

When they set off, the rebels wanted to squeeze into the big boats, and from Dengzhou to Dongjiang Town, they had to pass through the wide vast sea, and the big ships were undoubtedly much more stable than the small ones. Now the big ships have all fallen off their chains inexplicably, and the rebels who were originally proud of the big boat are extremely envious to watch the small boat slowly move away from sight.

On the "Guangdong", William ordered: "Leave the small boats alone, concentrate fire on the big ships!" After clearing the deck combatants, switch to solid bullets to sink the ship! ”

The Qiongzhou battalion fleet cleanly swept the decks of twenty or thirty large ships, and then turned around and returned, and began to concentrate its firepower on the roll call one by one, sinking these big ships one by one with solid bullets.

The rebels were bleeding on the deck, and the sea was full of floating heads, and they had been ravaging Shandong for a long time, and they never dreamed that they would end up like this. Seeing the ship in the distance slowly being sunk, the surviving rebels panicked and shouted loudly at the battleship of the Qiongzhou battalion and begged for mercy.

To their disappointment, the opposing battleships responded with merciless artillery fire, and one after another the ships were shot and slowly rolled on their sides until they sank. Thick smoke billowed from the sea, reaching into the sky, and the rebels in the sea were dense like a swarm of ants writhing in the water.

After the war, it was found that in addition to the 2,000 people who stayed in Dengzhou, more than 6,000 rebels went to sea, about 3,000 people died under the guns and died at sea, and about 1,000 people ran away in small boats.

There were also some who were seriously injured but did not die, and all of them were thrown into the sea to feed the fish. The remaining rebels were less than a thousand men.