The fire-breathing hedgehog, Zhiyuan, finally stopped shooting at this moment. The starboard side of the battleship was covered with a thick white mist, so thick that even the morning breeze could not be blown away.

At that time, the smokeless gunpowder technology was not mature, and the smoke produced by the shell explosion was mixed with a certain amount of black, and the black and white were mixed with a large area of ​​gray.

The soldiers baptized by the smoke were all black like Zhang Fei. They wiped their hands up and saw several long Taoists, and even the black and gray were smeared into their eyes, making them cry. But no one dared to close their eyes. They tried hard to open their eyes wide and wanted to see the results of the baptism after the bullet rain.

The wind was a little stronger. When the Far East flagship, the Alex, appeared again in front of everyone's eyes, was filled with low voices on the battlefield. People even forgot to fight.

The iron-armored warship that once carried the Russian minister to Dagukou to force the Qing Dynasty to sign a treaty, the Tsarist Russian flagship that once suppressed the Daqing gold mine in the Far East, was floating on the sea like a coffin burned by fire.

All the deck superstructures of the battleship were blown away by the 210 main gun, the mast, the bridge, the command cabin... Everything became fragments of the sea.

The teak deck was blown up and full of holes. The turned-up wood was burning. Rolling smoke came out of the gap. Not only did the corpse lie down on the deck, but even the sea was filled with water.

The Tsarist Russian sailors who could not withstand the powerful firepower fleeing into the cold sea water, holding pieces of wood and swelling desperately. From their angle, they could feel the whirlpool underwater. A 210 main cannon hit the water line of the Alex, exploded a huge gap. Now the sea water is rolling in.

The old sailors all know that this kind of warship that is about to sink is the most dangerous. A large amount of sea water pours into the cabin and the huge hull sinks down, which will form a powerful convective force on the sea. This force will create a huge vortex, and whoever gets close will be pulled down.

"Swim quickly! Go out... It's too late!"

"Oh God! Our flagship is about to sink...we fail, we can't escape..."

"Save me, who will save me? My legs are no longer conscious..."

The sea cried and begged for mercy, collapsed hysterically, and the scene of hell shocked everyone present. The Tsarist Russian naval officers and soldiers actually knew that the Arleut was destined to be sunk. How could he be the opponent of the Zhiyuan? It was a deep-sea assassin with a single ship rampant on the Atlantic Ocean.

But the result of losing is not so fast! The Zhiyuan fired wildly for only a quarter of an hour, and the pride of the Russian navy in the Far East was blown into a burning coffin. How could this combat power be so powerful?

Before the chain explosion, Etolin and Tyachenko were pushed out of the sea by loyal guards soldiers, struggling to survive among the white waves and wreckage.

The two of them thought they could die in this war, but death was sometimes harder than living. A shell cut off Etolin's left wrist. He lost a lot of blood and could only let the guards drag him into the sea. A young orderly soldier cried and tore his clothes and tied them hard on his broken arm with a cloth strip to stop the blood from rushing out.

"Don't worry about me... I'm out of salvation anymore. Let me go to see God! It's time for me to die for my country..."

"No, the general cannot give up! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

Aytolin, with a pale face, turned his head and looked at Tyachchenko, who was raising his arms and roaring like a madman in the sea. The commander-in-chief of the Far East had his lips frozen blue. He stepped on the sea water and waved his fists and shouted, "Roar out! Don't worry about us, bump into our bodies..."

"You are the hope of the Far East Navy! Escape from a warship is the seed of future revenge... Don't worry about me! Don't hide, bump into me... For God's sake! For His Majesty the Tsar! Come on..."

Atolin felt his strength disappearing little by little. He floated up to the sky on the sea. Two soldiers protected him from the left and right, and even put a pine board on his back.

The scenery in front of Etolin was spinning. He commanded the Alex, which had been in charge for a full twelve years, was burning, rotating, and sinking... This was a warship that had condensed his twelve years of hard work, and it finally came to decline.

Tears burst out from the corners of his eyes, and the Alex finally came across. The Zhiyuan opposite revealed a ferocious face, and countless guns and cannons on the side were as tight as an iron hedgehog.

"What a powerful warship... It's a pity that it's not the Tsar's... What a rich land... It's a pity that it's not ours..."

The blood seeped more and more from the broken wrist, and the cold sea water was at most zero or above two or three degrees. Aitolin felt that his body temperature was dropping extremely, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. In the end, he even saw the wronged souls of the Chinese miners he killed in Qingdao.

One angry face after another, bloody, unwillingness and anger surrounding him. When he was dying, Etolin finally believed that there was hell in this world, and he twitched all over his body and shouted unconsciously in his mouth.

"Go away! Don't follow me...get away..."

The guards around them quickly turned their heads and looked at it, and only then did they find that Rear Admiral Etolin had become a cold floating corpse in Amur Bay.

"General! General Tyachchenko... Look! General Etolin..." The soldier cried and went to summon Tyachchenko. The commander-in-chief turned his head and saw that it was dark in front of him and almost fainted in the sea.

"Old friend! My old friend, you have been stationed in this land with me for nine years! But..." Tyachenko wiped his tears and shouted to his own fleet on the sea, "Damn bastard! What are you waiting for? Don't hesitate, bump into it, rush out...to find a way out for yourself!"

Etolin died in battle, and Tyachenko knew that he had not had much time, unless he ordered the entire army to surrender now, but this was simply impossible. If they could live in this bitter and cold land in the Far East for nine years, their hearts would have been frozen to stone.

"Storm out! The whole army rushed out... You will turn into flames of revenge and pounce on every port and fishing village of the Qing and Chinese people! Kill all their people, steal their wealth, and burn their houses..."

"This is your only mission in your life, this is the last mission that I, Tiachenko and Etolin, gave you! Complete him... don't let me down!"

Tyachenko's crazy shouting did work, and the warships that were preparing to waste time around this sea of ​​colleagues finally made up their minds.

Countless Russian captains closed their eyes and let their tears flow down. They shouted in the command cabin, "Crash over! Fight for every second... Crash over, crash over and crash over the wreckage area of ​​the Arleut!"

No one dared to look at his colleagues and comrades struggling in the sea. The warship pierced the waves and crushed the sailors who fell into the water. At that moment, the crying sounds in the Tsarist Russian warship shook the sky.

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Chapter completed!