At this moment, Lafaiti finally really felt the power of the white-clothed navy. He also finally understood why the Dutch had lost all their interests in the Far East, and had shrunk from the distant turmoil to the vicinity of the mainland. The white-clothed army and navy really have a hand! It is indeed not easy to pull the sea coachman off the horse.

However, the strength of the white-coated navy did not make Lafaity fearful. On the contrary, the strength of the navy of the white-coat army inspired his fighting spirit! The British Navy has always been known for never giving in. They fought with the Armada of the Spaniards, they fought with the Dutch. Almost all the Western powers were once opponents of the British. The targets of the British pirates included any ships other than British merchant ships.

For most of the battles, the British won. Therefore, psychologically, the British have a great advantage. The British believed that the White Navy, like the Spanish Armada of the past, could defeat any other opponent. The only thing that could not be defeated was the British. And the only ones who could defeat the white-coated navy were the British.

Lafaiti swore that he must have a good deal with the white-coated navy! At this critical moment, the eyes of the whole of Europe are focused on the vicinity of Madeira. All Europeans are expecting victory. If he can play a beautiful victory and keep the eyes of others on him, he will definitely become the brightest star in Britain and even Europe. Promotion means that it is just around the corner.

In other words, he has been dissatisfied with a gold star on the epaulette for a long time. If his record makes the whole of Europe feel excited, it is not impossible to go from one gold star to three gold stars. Europe now needs a great victory to boost everyone's morale.

As long as you win, anything is possible.

"Forward!"

"Attack!"

Lafaity kept giving orders to keep the fleet as close as possible to the enemy ships.

At this time, the distance between the two sides has been shortened to about 800 meters. At this distance, the shells of the White Army Navy were even more raging. Shells screamed and landed around the British battleship, constantly exploding a large number of water columns. This scene made Lafaydie's nerves highly tense. He was worried that if a shell fell on the British battleship again, he did not know what the consequences would be.

"Boom!"

"Whoa!"

It was worried about what was coming, and suddenly, a loud bang came.

Lafaiti subconsciously felt bad, and hurriedly raised the clairvoyant mirror to observe the direction of the loud noise. Sure enough, as far as the eye could see, another British battleship was hit by a shell from the White Coats Navy. The British battleship did not catch fire, but the entire side of the ship was blown up. The shell was supposed to have hit the left side of the battleship directly. The sea swarmed in, and the British sailors on the battleship had no choice but to abandon ship.

The nearby British warships hurriedly approached to save the British sailors who had fallen into the water as much as possible. Experience tells them that if their battleship is hit by a shell from the white-coated navy, the rate of sinking of the battleship is generally very fast. If the sailors who escaped by jumping into the water were not rescued as soon as possible, the battleship would sink in a while, forming a huge whirlpool that would drag all the British sailors nearby into the depths of the sea and drown alive.

Sure enough, the British battleship did not last long before it broke in two from the middle. The bow and stern of the battleship, pulled by the sea, were raised high, and then plunged into the murky water. The tall mast was also quickly submerged by the sea. Eventually, only a huge whirlpool remained on the surface of the sea.

Fortunately, most of the British sailors who abandoned ship and escaped were rescued by other warships. Otherwise, the losses of the British would have been even greater. However, it was also for this reason that the speed of advance of the British battleships was affected to a certain extent. The battleships of the white-clothed navy slowly retreated and opened up a little distance.

"Grape bombs!"

"Grape bombs!"

Lafaydi was annoyed and cried out viciously.

The British were finally forced to break their rules, and before the distance was shortened to three hundred meters, they were forced to open fire. After the flag bearer passed the order, all the British battleships skillfully stopped their advance, turned around, and prepared for battle. The British artillerymen skillfully used the cannon and soon fired a string of shells.

In the previous battleships, the cannons were lined up on the sides of the ship's side. If you want to open fire, you have to adjust your posture so that your side is facing the enemy. That is, the bow of the ship must be perpendicular to the enemy. In other words, it is absolutely impossible to approach the enemy while firing artillery. If you want to open fire on the battle, you can't move forward. If you want to move forward, you can't meet it.

It's not that Lafaiti doesn't want to get close to the distance of 300 meters, but he feels that the cost is too serious. He deeply felt that if he didn't fight back, he was afraid that he would never have a chance to fight back. At a distance of more than eight hundred meters, the British lost two large battleships. If the distance continues to shorten, who knows how many more battleships will be lost? For the combat effectiveness of the navy of the white coat army, you must not measure it with general common sense.

The closer the distance, the fiercer the fighting and the heavier the casualties. Lafaydi can still recognize such a basic truth. He conservatively estimated that if the distance was shortened to less than 500 meters, the hit rate of the shells of the white-clothed navy would at least double. In other words, the rate of loss of the British warships will be twice as fast as it is now. It's horrible.

In any case, the British had to create a little obstacle for the White Navy to not allow the White Navy to open fire unscrupulously. The shooting of the white-coated navy is now completely undisturbed, just like on the shooting range. He chose shotgun in the first place, and for a reason. Even if the shotgun does not cause effective damage to the warships of the White Navy, it must cause a little psychological pressure on the personnel of the White Navy.

"Tom tom!"

"Tom tom!"

The large-caliber smoothbore cannon sprayed grapeshot bullets one by one, and it has to be said that the large-caliber artillery of the British is still very powerful. If they hadn't encountered the perverted white-coated navy, the British would indeed be among the best in terms of the power of their cannons in the navies of the Western powers. The largest solid bullet they fired weighed eighty pounds, about the size of a human head.

The shotgun fired by a large-caliber smoothbore gun is also quite powerful. At that time, shotguns were bundled together with several spherical projectiles. Each spherical projectile is filled with finger-sized marbles. A head-sized projectile can hold hundreds of marbles. Several projectiles are bundled together, which is hundreds of marbles. As soon as the shot passed, hundreds of marbles flew out, and the density of the spread was about the same as that of a storm.

Sure enough, after the British opened fire, the sky above the battlefield suddenly changed color. I only saw grapes one by one, scattered in mid-air, and the overwhelming marbles scattered and splattered in all directions, covering a large area. Because the marbles are so dense, even the sun's brilliance is blocked. The whole sea looks like dusk.

Dozens of British battleships, more than a thousand artillery salvos, the number of marbles can be imagined. The dense marbles fell on the surface of the sea, as if a layer of hail had fallen, stirring up a large amount of water. There are even projectiles that hit each other in mid-air, making a thumping sound. Faintly, you can still see sputtering sparks.

"Shotgun!"

"Dodge!"

The lookout post hurriedly shouted.

Xu Canxu turned around without thinking, turned around and ran.

He had to hide in the cabin before the shotgun landed, or else he would be in danger of being killed. Don't look at those marbles, which are only the size of a finger, but they are fatal to the fragile human body. If you are accidentally hit by a marble, it will definitely be a serious consequence of death or injury. Obviously, such senseless killing is completely unnecessary.

Objectively speaking, at a distance of 800 meters, the British's shotgun may not necessarily hit the battleship of the White Army Navy, let alone accurately hit Chen Zhan's flagship. However, after all, this is something that no one can say. No one will risk their lives lightly. What if you just hit it! When the time comes, his Xu Canxu's life will not be saved.

On the battlefield, the most unpredictable thing is the enemy's projectile. Xu Canxu's father, but he has always told him not to be heroic on the battlefield. The current white-clothed army no longer needs the kind of bravery that does not go through the brain. And in fact, there has never been a shortage of heroic and reckless officers in the White Army. What the White Army lacked was always calm, wise, knowledgeable, and highly coordinated officers.

"Tuk Tuk!"

"Whoa, whoa!"

Sure enough, after Xu Canxu hid in the cabin, a small number of marbles did fall on the deck. The marbles landed on the deck with a tuk-tuk sound, as if someone was banging on the hatch. A large number of marbles landed on the nearby sea, making a rattling sound, as if a hurricane had swept across the sea.

Fortunately, due to the distance, the hit rate of the British's shotguns was indeed not high, and the number of marbles that fell on the battleships of the White Army Navy was not large. Otherwise, the observation post of the white-coat navy will be terrible. They were all at the top of a high mast, and there was nothing around them to resist the marbles, only to use their bodies and courage to meet the ferocious marbles.

Unfortunately, Wang Yunfei, who was on duty at the top of the mast, was hit in the arm by a marble, and half of his arm was crippled. Blood poured out, staining his entire body red. A large amount of blood, strings of dripping on the deck, a red patch. He was then hoisted off the mast beam by ropes and carried to the cabin of the ship, where he was handed over to the retinue. It is estimated that there will be no recovery in a few months.

(To be continued)