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1038 tragic and tragic

The distance between more than two thousand meters was not far. The two fleets charged head-on and soon the heads of the ships intertwined together. The Esmedale and Huaska were even close to each other to a very close distance of ten meters. At that moment, the commanders of both sides could see the flames in the eyes of each other without using a telescope.

"Fire...Fire..." Almost at the same time, the supreme commanders of the two fleets issued an order, and a cluster of bright flames suddenly burst out from the center of the battlefield.

Boom boom boom... Port side to port side, all the light and heavy weapons were fired at that moment, 24-pound main gun, 16-pound secondary gun, 12-pound fast gun... plus a large number of Hatchcas rapid-fire runs, the Gatling heavy machine guns were all crazy and pouring fire to their opponents.

Such close-range firepower was not something that twenty or thirty millimeters of iron armor could not resist. The iron armor on the explosion surface was completely overturned, and the wooden shells inside were blown up one by one, and the cannonball fragments flew violently inside the warship to harvest life.

The two warships that were shot at the same time saw trembling in the sea and their hulls tilted strangely.

At the critical moment, the tonnage was still large and the thick iron armor was the advantage. Huaska's boiler room was hit by two bombs in a row, and the high-pressure steam boiler exploded suddenly, and powerful steam rushed out from every gap in the hull.

The sailors scalded with high temperature steam were screaming, and the burning coal was spraying everywhere with the explosion and the air waves were like fireworks. White smoke rose on the sea.

"Good job! God is standing by our side..." The command room of Esmedale was filled with joy, but at this moment, a Peruvian ironclad ship on the starboard side of the warship fired, and a volley of fire suddenly burst into smoke.

The most deadly thing was that a shell was hitting the command room, and the huge explosion shattered all the officers. When the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the sailors found that the entire command room was silent. The officer who was cheering just now had no idea of ​​his life and death.

The naval battle has been completely in chaos until now. The Peruvian flagship Huasca began to tilt, tons of sea water poured into the cabin, and countless sailors jumped out of the deck and swam desperately towards the shore with wooden wreckage in the sea.

However, the luckiest thing about Peru is that the commander is still alive. More than a dozen officers escorted the admiral on a lifeboat to sail towards the nearest ironclad ship Lima. Soon the Lima raised its flagship flag, and Peru's command system was barely restored.

Looking at the Chilean Navy, the Esmedale was still fighting tenaciously on the sea, and the artillery on both sides were shooting desperately, but without the commander, they no longer knew where to go.

"Fire...sink Esmedale! Victory must belong to us!" The Peruvian navy began to siege the Chilean flagship like a pack of wolves.

It was already nine o'clock, the war on the sea was fierce, and the battle on land was already in a state of madness. The Chilean army, which was charging forward like an ant colony, began to forcibly siege the city.

The field artillery was pushed forward again and again, and the artillery accelerated fire provided firepower to the warriors in front of them. The grenadiers holding explosive bags bravely advanced, staring at the enemy's rain of bullets and stuffing the explosive bags to the foundation of the fortress.

This is a death assault with no return. The musketeers on the fortress shot down like crazy, and the grenadiers died one by one.

Boom Boom Boom... Finally, the explosive pack was ignited, but the results were not ideal. Because there were too many grenades dead during the charge, the number of explosive packs on the foundation of the fortress was limited, making it difficult to form a large gap.

"Twenty brothers will come and follow me up!" At the critical moment, Tang Lei was about to rush forward regardless of life and death, but was rushed to the ground by the veteran behind him.

"You can't let the chief take risks. Two people come to watch over the chief... The rest follow me, those who are not afraid of death will all come! Don't let the ambush brothers look down on us..."

"We are not in vain for their victory in Osaka! This life was originally picked up for nothing, so it would be a pity to tell me about it today!"

"Mr. Tang! Go back and tell the Prime Minister... this cheap life he saved! We gave him again today... Let him remember his promise!"

"Taiping Army... kill with me!" More than 200 veterans rushed out of the military formation, many of which were brought by Tang Lei from Nanyang, and he could call out the names of these people.

Tang Lei was pressed on the sand, tears burst out from his eyes, and he howled like a wolf, "Brother! I took you out of a kang... Why did you jump into another kang again! I'm sorry to you..."

The veteran who was pressing against Tang Lei yelled with red eyes, "This is fate! My parents have lost my life! Since we have been reborn in this troubled world, we have to accept our fate... Sir, you can live well, how can you ask the Prime Minister for his merits and how to compete for benefits with the Chileans? This is what you want to do..."

"We will do this kind of thing! As long as we don't let us die in vain... Brothers beat the drum!"

Dongdongdongdongdong... The cowhide snare drums resounded throughout the earth, and the blood of the Taiping veterans was fueled. Teams of dead soldiers held explosives and mixed with the grenadiers, charging towards the enemy fortress.

The rain of bullets knocked down one veteran after another, and the blood was sprinkled on the yellow sand, but no one looked back. As long as they could still move, they had to move even if they struggled to climb forward.

The god of death was also afraid that these desperate men would soon be more and more soldiers rushed through the fire net, and the explosive packs were piled on the foundation of the fortress, and soon they became as high as a hill.

"It's broken! Young and old men, don't forget to avenge me..." The veteran roared, and the revolver in his hand shot at the explosive pack.

With a loud bang, the earth started to shake. The fortress southwest of Iquik finally fell, and the explosion exploded a three-meter-wide gap.

"Breakthrough! Charge..." The soldier behind Uyang Wuyang rushed in, and soon the Peru flag inside the fortress was lit by a fire, and the Chilean flag and the Taiping pennant began to rise.

Tang Lei sat helplessly on the sand, as if he had been drained of all his strength. "How could this happen? So many people died after attacking the next fortress... There are six more! There are six remaining fortresses! How many people are we going to die?"

At this moment, a roar of roars suddenly broke out in the east of the battlefield. People looked back and found that the five thousand reinforcements led by Weng Derong in the east had finally arrived. Weng Derong's army was put on the battlefield at 9:25.

The veteran looked at the burning Iquik and the rumbling sea of ​​cannons in the distance and said incredibly, "How did you fight like this? Why is it so difficult? Oh my grandma, you Chileans are giving me shit information!"

"Fuck! Brothers, we're fighting... We can't count on this group of waste. If we want to defeat Iquik, we have to look at our Chinese!"

"Brothers, fight with me..." Five thousand reinforcements once again entered the bloody battle despite their fatigue. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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