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The sea in front was pitch black. Liu Zhuzi gritted his teeth, pushed the hang glider and leaped out. The hang glider then sank down like a dive, increasing the speed and gaining greater lift.
"stand up!"
"stand up!"
The soldiers on the deck were shouting loudly, their voices filled with anxiety and expectation. Some of them clenched their fists and swung them hard, as if this would give Liu Zhuzi more strength and help him fly.
Although it was only a moment, in the eyes of everyone, the sinking time seemed to be in slow motion, so long. When they saw the sinking hang glider begin to rise and fly into the night sky, those who were looking forward to it eagerly burst into excited cheers.
“It’s flying!”
"Successful, it flew..."
But before they could cheer for long, another strong wind blew in their faces. Liu Zhuzi tried his best to control the push rod, but the whole hang glider was still blown up by the strong wind, and then fell out of control...
"ah!"
There was a cry of surprise on the deck, almost drowning out the roar of artillery fire in the distance. Liu Zhuzi's out-of-control glider soon fell into the dark sea. Everyone rushed to the edge of the deck, shouting at Liu Zhuzi, but there was no response.
"I'll come, I won't believe it!"
Zhang Cong yelled and asked two ground crew members to help push the hang glider. This was a series of efforts, and they were reckless. The night wind was whistling in waves, and in the distance, artillery fire was blazing, and tongues of fire pierced the night sky, but the thick night sky seemed to never yield. It was still coming over.
Zhang Cong rushed out of the deck again without hesitation, and then the two ground crew members let go, and the glider was immediately blown over by the strong wind, carrying Zhang Cong into the sea.
There were roars filled with hatred and anger, and the Qin soldiers rushed out of the deck one after another, shouting as if they were collectively committing suicide by jumping off a cliff. The shouts were full of tragedy and determination.
The other soldiers on the ship watched as the airmen rushed out one by one, fearing death, and then were blown away by the strong wind and plunged into the sea. They knew that rushing out might mean death, but they were still willing to take the risk of their young lives. One after another, they rushed out, jumped up, and fell. The scene was so heroic.
The blood of everyone on the deck could not help but rush to their heads. Some cried out in grief. Some shouted hysterically:
"Get up! Why don't you fly!"
"What are you doing in the sea? Why don't you just fly up, fly up!"
"Get up, fly!"
Amidst the shouts, thirty airmen rushed out one after another in an extremely heroic manner. In the end, less than five of them were able to fly. In the night sky, they were affected by the strong wind and were in danger. However, they still tried their best to fly towards the roaring enemy fleet and soon disappeared in the night sky.
At this time, Ke Chenshu sent an order not to allow Wan Qingliu and his crew to take off again. Liu Zhuzi, who had just been rescued and rushed to the deck, was very excited when he heard the order and shouted, "How can this be?! How can this be?! Didn't they sacrifice their lives in vain? Let us take off! Take off!!"
No matter how Liu Zhuzi shouted, military orders are military orders and you are not allowed to disobey them. This kind of suicidal takeoff was still prohibited.
The ocean-going fleet was trapped in a desperate situation and was bearing the enemy's fierce artillery fire. The outer warships were turned sideways, like artillery batteries fixed on the sea, fighting back desperately. Fire was all over the sky and shells were intertwined like a curtain. The brutality of the war plunged the entire sea into a state of madness. The sea was churning, the night wind was blowing hard, and the sound of artillery was deafening.
In addition to ordering the warships in front and behind the fleet to fight back desperately, Ke Chenshu also sent warships to explore around. They were led here by the Dutch warships. The Dutch got out of this deadly place, which means there must be a way out.
Search, search every minute, even if more warships run aground or run aground, it is better than waiting to die here.
"Raise the Golden Dragon Flag!" Ke Chenshu finally gave this order. He had his own pride, and he would rather die in the Indian Ocean than be a prisoner of the Dutch.
Under the illumination of the searchlight, a golden dragon flag slowly rose on Ke Chenshu's flagship, and the rumbling of war drums followed, breaking through the sky.
When all the Qin soldiers saw the golden dragon flag, they gritted their teeth and tried hard to control the blood surging in their chests. This flag represented the glory of the Great Qin Royal Navy, and it was a glory that every naval soldier must defend with his life.
The rising golden dragon flag represents that there is no us but the enemy, and the fight will not stop until one dies!
The Wuhu ship in front had been completely broken into two and sank to the bottom of the sea. Captain Zhou Xingmin and the soldiers on board rowed the boat desperately. The enemy's shells rained down, especially the shotgun shells that formed a terrifying barrage. Zhou Xingmin and his boat were exposed to the bullets, and the bullets hit the boat with a crackling sound. One by one, the Qin soldiers were pierced in the chest and shattered in the face. Blood rained down, and it was extremely tragic.
Li Yi paddled hard, the terrifying marbles whizzed by him, and the surging waves rose and fell, as if they were about to overturn their boat at any time. Li Yi ignored them, just silently buried his head and paddled hard. At this moment, he was not afraid, because he knew very well that if he couldn't make it, he would die. The golden dragon flag representing the greatest honor of the Great Qin Royal Navy had been raised, and there was no way back.
Li Yi did not even think of retreating, he just paddled desperately, but found that the boat was moving slower and slower, he looked up and discovered that the other comrades on the boat were lying in a pool of blood, with corpses lying on top of each other, it was a tragic scene. These once close comrades, comrades who could trust each other with life and death, died silently one by one on the way to the charge under the enemy's artillery fire.
"Ah!" Li Yi roared in anger, tears welling up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall. He picked up the oar again, rowing like crazy, splashing water everywhere. Although the boat was moving slowly, it was moving forward more firmly.
On another small boat, Zhou Xingmin shouted, "Li Yi! Li Yi! Come over here..."
Li Yi looked in the direction of the voice, but saw that Captain Zhou Xingmin's boat was also heavily wounded, with less than half of the soldiers alive. Just as he looked over, one of his comrades was hit in the face by a pinball, and his entire facial features were instantly covered in blood.
As more people died on the various boats, the speed naturally slowed down, which was even more dangerous, so Zhou Xingmin wanted to gather the survivors together.
To the northwest, flames were still gushing out from the enemy ships. Zhou Xingmin shouted, "Push the bodies down quickly! Push them down quickly!"
"Captain, this is Wu Bin, this is Lu Sheng, they are all our brothers!"
"Yes, fleet, they died, how can we ignore their remains..."
"Push! Push everyone in! Even if I die, you must push me into the sea immediately, push quickly!" Zhou Xingmin yelled madly. Looking at the corpses lying all over the boat, his eyes were bloodshot and his heart was stabbed.
But if the body is not pushed into the sea, Li Yi and others will not be able to move over, and the speed of the boat will be slowed down.
The remaining soldiers, with tears in their eyes and trembling hands, could only push the still warm body of their comrade into the raging sea. There was no going back. The spirits of their fallen comrades could only hover forever in this vast Indian Ocean. There was no going back, no going back!
There were frequent cries, roars, and curses on the small ship, but none of this changed anything. After all the people were gathered into three small boats, they took up the oars one by one and rushed towards the enemy fleet even more frantically.
Closer and closer, with the efforts of Li Yi and others who were barely out of danger, the three boats finally rushed within 200 steps amid the hail of Dutch bullets.
“Boom! Boom hard! Revenge for our fallen comrades! Revenge!”
Zhou Xingmin was shouting loudly. At this moment, a whistling marble hit his chest with a puff sound, knocking him over into the sea. With a splash, Li Yi and others were terrified and cried out in surprise: "Captain! Captain!"
"Quick, avenge the captain, avenge our brothers, blast him..."
In an instant, more than a dozen rockets from the three small boats, with brilliant tail flames, whistled towards the enemy's warships.
Boom! Boom boom boom... ... ... ... ... .
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ps: I went to visit the graves and pay homage to my ancestors a few days ago, and most of the two chapters were typed out at night. Although I was very tired, my efficiency was still pretty good. I thought I would have nothing to do today and could finish three chapters. However, I sat in front of the computer all morning and couldn’t type a single word. I almost collapsed. I finally managed to finish this chapter until now. I’m sorry, everyone!
.(To be continued..)
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