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Disheveled!

At the moment when Pramore just closed his mouth, the ordinary small battleship in front was instantly smashed into tatters by the falling cannonballs, and as the hull fell apart, all kinds of fragments accompanied by the rumbling cannons and wails around him, splashing rapidly, and Pramore's mouth that had just closed seemed to have been blown open, and his eyes were about to burst.

He never knew that his small warship was so fragile and vulnerable, like papier-mâché. It was just a whistling cannonball, which directly smashed the battleship into two pieces, and then the front and back sections instantly dispersed, turning into pieces of broken wood.

Not many of the soldiers on the ship were really stoned to death, most of them were shocked into the sea, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

And the small battleship in front of Pramol is just one of many unlucky battleships. Two hundred paces away, the battleships of the Qin army were still spewing out tongues of fire, and the rumbling cannon sound was like a god roaring, deafening. Countless shells, like meteor showers, slashed through the air and densely smashed around the warships of the Mughal Empire.

The cold moon in the sky was in the sky, the cumulus clouds were flying, the sea was smashed by stormy cannonballs, and countless water columns soared and splashed, like a dragon in the sea churning, rolling up angry waves and rushing.

Under such a violent blow, the sails of the more than 200 warships of the size of Pramol were shattered, the battleships were smashed, and the broken wood flew wildly, and some of the warships that were sailing with the wind and waves were rampaging in panic, and they collided violently with friendly ships, making a huge crashing sound.

The smaller ships were knocked over, and all the soldiers were thrown under the hull.

Artillery roared in the distance. The sound of the waves and the screams were like a tide, and the state was so miserable that even the devil would be frightened and scattered. Then Plamol is not to mention, his flagship was lucky and did not get shot, but he had not issued a single effective order since the Qin army opened fire, and the whole person was like being stunned.

If Ke Chenshu knew that the enemy who was rushing forward was so easily frightened, he would definitely not let his rabbit cubs fire so violently.

Now. The artillery of the Qin army was still roaring, and the tongues of fire were endless, forming an incomparably spectacular wall of fire on the sea, and the thick gunpowder smoke was swept away by the hunting sea breeze, and quickly dispersed, Gao Zhao kept roaring, and his throat was about to burst.

He could hardly believe his eyes, because hundreds of enemy ships, under their stormy bombardment, did not slow down. Don't run away, it's still coming straight down the wind.

"How is this possible?"

"How is this possible?"

Gao Zhao wiped the sweat from his head and muttered to himself, he didn't know that he was encountering such a violent blow. With such heavy casualties, do you dare to rush forward so without hesitation.

I really underestimated the Mughal Navy before, but I didn't expect them to be so heroic and treat death as home.

Gao Zhao stared at the enemy's approaching battleship. While shouting and firing the cannon. Gunner Chen Yang and others ran back and forth, shouting and shouting, and there was chaos in the cabin. One by one, the shells were brought in, loaded into the guns, and fired.

The non-stop roar shook people's ear drums, and everyone was so tired that their hands and feet were numb, how did they know that Ah San was not heroic, but was stupid, and most of the warships just rushed with the wind, not at all out of the original intention of the enemy on the ship.

"Change the shotgun! Change your shotgun! Fuck it!! ”

Gao Zhao's face was full of gunsmoke, he looked like a ghost, he was enraged by the enemy's "bravery", and personally rushed to load and shoot, and he didn't believe it, you turtle grandsons are not afraid of shells

The next picture is even more terrifying, many of the Qin army's artillery have been replaced with shotguns, and a bucket of marbles is poured into the barrel, and then with the tongue of fire erupting, a thrilling barrage is formed, and it is shot overwhelmingly.

Most of the Mughal warships had already rushed within a hundred paces, and one after another terrifying barrages were shot in the face, and countless marbles found a piercing scream, like a storm suddenly swept in, hitting the hull intensively, making bursts of crackling sounds.

The Mughal soldiers on the ship, like ants under the rainstorm, could not escape, there was no way to escape, some were hit by the collective marbles on the chest and abdomen, drenched in blood, and people were also hit by the powerful heavy blow. Some of their entire heads were shot violently, and blood rained down; Some of them were shot through and broke their hands and feet, rolling and screaming with severed limbs and stump arms, screaming like ghosts crying

It was a hellish scene on earth, and even Wernardo, who was in the distance, was shocked. He, like Qin Jun, could hardly believe his eyes;

Vilnado previously thought he had a deep understanding of the Mughal Navy's will to fight. He never expected that Pramore would be so heroic and fearless of death, and he was even very ashamed of his previous views.

It's closer, it's closer, no matter how strong the Qin army's firepower is, it is impossible to sink more than 200 Mughal naval warships on the way to the charge, Vilnado looked at the remaining more than 100 warships of the Mughal navy, about to crash into the Qin army's battle line, and couldn't help but feel a burst of surprise in his heart.

This is exactly what he was expecting, the Qin army only had more than twenty warships, and if half of them were intercepted by the Mughal naval warships, the battleships in front would either abandon the friendly ships that were intercepted in the back, or they would also be dragged down, allowing him to grab a perfect T-shaped crosshead.

The war had gone completely beyond Wijnaldo's expectations, and he regretted it a little, knowing that if he had done so, he would never have left the thirty of Arkidni's most elite warships behind. At this time, if those thirty warships joined the decisive battle, they might even wipe out all the warships of the Qin army.

Fast! Faster!

Listening to the sound of artillery in the distance, Wernardo's eyes looked at the "heroic" Mughal Empire naval warship that was about to crash into the Qin army's battle line, and he wished that the battleship under his feet could fly, immediately grab the front of the Qin army, and then draw a crescent-shaped arc to the east to attack the Qin army

On the huge treasure ship, Ke Chenshu's face was tense, and his eyes were as cold as a sword.

Although the enemy's "heroism" far exceeded his expectations, so far his eyes did not linger on the Makuwoer fleet, which rushed without formation.

Through the smoke of gunfire, through the dark night, he had been keeping an eye on the Dutchman, and he knew very well that it was his real enemy.

The Dutch were two miles apart, and were in a parallel state with them, and it was clear that the Dutch were trying to take advantage of the Mughal navy to hold them back, to get ahead of them, and then to strike a blow at them.

At this time, Ke Chenshu's fleet was still sailing in a northeast direction, and if he continued to maintain this course, the battleships behind would fall behind once they were rushed in by the Mughal warships.

If he turns to the northwest, he can really complete a well-established "T" cross, which will deal a devastating blow to the Mughal fleet (the T-shaped head in naval warfare is not a straight line, but a circular arc similar to the top of the diameter, and only in this way can the guns of all the battleships be concentrated against the enemy ships that rush up). ）

But turning to the northwest would certainly form a perfect T-shaped cross, but on the other hand, it would give a T-shaped head to the Dutch sailing in parallel.

If Ke Chenshu ordered to turn southeast, he could avoid the Dutch attack, but the battleships that were also entangled in the Mughal fleet behind him would be left behind.

Because of the unexpected "bravery" of the Mughal fleet, Ke Chenshu once again fell into a dilemma.

Du Yi couldn't help but ask, "General Ke, what should I do?" ”

Ke Chenshu clenched his teeth and looked back at the left back.

The Mughal fleet, which originally had more than 200 warships, large and small, had been sunk or collided with each other, and nearly 100 of them had been sunk at this time, and such heavy casualties were simply unprecedented, but the enemy still rushed in, and it was with a downwind, and the speed was amazing.

Ren Zhong saw that the Dutch were desperately moving forward, and couldn't help but urge again: "General Ke, make a decision quickly!" ”

The wind came from the northwest, and the Qin army was going in the northwest direction at the moment, using the side wind, so it was just a flying scissor battleship, at least the speed could be increased to ten knots, and the Dutch would not only be unable to surpass them, but they would only be quickly overtaken by them, and then cross over to grab the T-shaped crosshead.

But at this moment, at the front of the Qin army's battle line are two huge treasure ships, and the speed of the treasure ships cannot be compared with the flying clippers, which is equivalent to slowing down the speed of the entire fleet.

Unless Ke Chenshu ordered all the flying clippers to break away from the battle line led by the treasure ship, insert it diagonally, face the treasure ship, and form a new team, otherwise, this passive situation would be difficult to break quickly.

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