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In a life-and-death battle outside Quanzhou Bay, the enemy and our side deployed nearly 600 warships of all sizes and nearly 1,000 artillery pieces.
This massive naval battle lasted from morning to afternoon, with the sound of cannons rumbling and the fight to the death.
The sea was filled with smoke, the waves were raging, and bullets were falling like rain.
Ke Chenshu's clipper ships broke into the enemy's battle line from the middle and rear, gaining a brief advantage for the Qin army and destroying four enemy warships.
However, this move did not completely change the situation on the battlefield where the enemy was strong and we were weak. Hundreds of enemy boats swarmed in, and with Calant quickly turning around and fighting back, the two sides fell into an even more brutal battle.
Calant's uneasiness grew stronger and stronger. He had already begun to think about retreating, but the naval battle had reached this point. If he persisted any longer, Gu Rong's fleet might be completely wiped out.
After Gu Rong received the flag signal from Ke Chenshu and learned that Di Zhongxing's rear fleet was about to arrive, he would not allow Kalanth to withdraw. Even if it meant bloodshed, he would fight to the death to hold on to Kalanth.
At 3 p.m., to the north of the battlefield where artillery fire raged, a fleet of nearly a hundred warships arrived with full sails. Due to the thick smoke and unclear vision, almost no one noticed the appearance of this fleet.
At this moment, on the huge treasure ship, Di Zhongxing and others had been waiting anxiously for a long time. They hurried and finally arrived.
One look at the sea filled with billowing smoke showed how brutal this decisive battle was. There were burning fireboats everywhere, and countless broken planks and corpses mixed in the waves. The sea was truly filled with floating corpses and the blue sky was filled with blood.
I can't wait any longer, not even a moment longer.
On the huge take-off and landing platform of the treasure ship, which was 70 meters long and 20 meters wide, Yan Xiaotian, Xia Liang and others were busy working nervously. One glider after another was moved onto the deck. A rocket slide was fixed under each glider.
This rocket lance was slightly different from the original one. Based on the navy's feedback, the Qin Military Equipment Bureau changed the original fuze-type launcher to a flintlock-type launcher.
In this way, when the soldier flies into the air with the hang glider, he does not need to bother to light the fuse, he just needs to pull the trigger and hit the flint to fire.
The position of the rocket slide fixed on the glider was also repeatedly explored to ensure that the tail flame would not burn the glider when the rocket was launched.
"Hurry up, hurry up, take off immediately!" Yan Xiaotian's heart surged. Although he had practiced launching rockets on a hang glider before, it was still a rare experience in actual combat. Whether he could make a big splash or not depended on today.
The huge treasure ship began to sail slightly sideways, because when the hang glider takes off, it uses a runway that is slightly tilted to the starboard side. The treasure ship was sailing slightly sideways, and the take-off and landing runway was just facing the wind.
The sea breeze blew towards him at the right time. Yan Xiaotian was the first to push the hang glider to start running. Because the rocket glider was installed, it increased the weight, and two ground crew soldiers helped push it.
"One, two, three!" At Yan Xiaotian's command, the three began to push the glider together to help it run. When they felt that the lift was enough, "Let go!" Yan Xiaotian jumped up, and the two soldiers who helped followed Yan Xiaotian's command and let go together.
Yan Xiaotian flew out of the high platform in an instant, immediately made a small angle dive, and then glided high up. Seeing that he successfully flew into the blue sky, cheers suddenly came from the deck.
Yan Xiaotian kept circling. With the help of the sea breeze, he flew higher and higher. On the deck, Xia Liang and his companions took off one by one. Every time one of them took off successfully, the ground crew on the deck would cheer enthusiastically. The excitement did not diminish at all, but instead rose higher and higher.
Occasionally, someone loses control and fails to fly successfully, and due to stall, plunges directly into the sea on the starboard side. This is not a big deal, as there will be a small boat immediately below to salvage it. The height is less than seven meters, and the hang glider can slow down to a certain extent when falling, so the soldiers who plunge into the sea generally will not be injured.
Of the 80 hang gliders, 77 eventually took off successfully, circling like rocs in the sky within a mile in radius.
After the last soldier raised the altitude to thirty or forty feet, 77 murderous "War Eagles" led by Yan Xiaotian crossed the sky and headed towards the smoke-filled battlefield.
The scene was so beautiful that the ground crew on the deck was so excited that they almost wanted to cry. They waved their hands desperately, cheered loudly, and watched the Qin's war eagle fly to the battlefield.
As for the three unlucky guys who failed to take off successfully, after climbing onto the rescue ship, they watched their comrades fly away, wailing in frustration and slapping themselves hard, as if they didn't feel any pain.
On the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, Yan Xiaotian gracefully streaked across the sky, the sea breeze blew in his face, and the booming artillery fire was still roaring below;
Looking down through the smoke, one can see countless sails. The Qin army's sails are black, while the enemy's are mostly white, clearly distinguishing between the enemy and us. One after another, the cannonballs streaked through the sky and smashed into the enemy's warships. The scene was thrilling.
Almost no Qin warships were intact as they were already at a disadvantage. The upper decks were bombed into ruins, and burning fireboats could be seen everywhere. The sea was littered with corpses and wooden planks, and the water was red.
The golden dragon flag on Gu Rong's flagship was particularly eye-catching. It was blasted with many holes, but the golden dragon still had its fangs and claws bared, and the rumbling of the artillery fire seemed to be its roar...
Seeing the golden dragon flag, all of Yan Xiaotian's blood rushed to his head instantly, and his scalp went numb. His comrades in the East China Sea Fleet were fighting to the death. It was a fight to the death... He couldn't help but raise his head and roar: "Fuck you red-haired devils, I'm coming!"
He dived down first, passing through layers of smoke and heading straight for the enemy flagship. Behind him, a series of "Warhawks" followed closely and began to dive down at small angles.
The wind whistled in his ears and smoke flew in front of his eyes. Yan Xiaotian descended to less than twenty feet above the sea surface and passed over the tall masts.
On this sea full of blood and fire, everyone was busy loading bullets, drawing their bows and shooting. Occasionally, someone looked up at the sky, only to suddenly discover that there were "big birds" swooping down in the sky like eagles.
"Look, my God, what is that?"
"Oh, there seems to be someone up there."
"No, this is impossible, God, someone can tell me what this is..."
When 77 warplanes swooped down from the sky, everyone on both sides was stunned. The scene was so shocking that everyone looked up and forgot to shoot. The battlefield, which was originally filled with rumbling artillery fire, soon became silent.
There was only smoke and war eagles flying, their graceful figures passing by masts. Don't blame Yan Xiaotian for being so crazy and descending so low. The tattered golden dragon flag made his blood boil. If anger could burn ships, the anger in his eyes would have burned all the enemy ships.
He quickly approached the flagship of Calant, "Come on, you red-haired son of a bitch, I'll treat you to a rocket, go to hell!" Yan Xiaotian roared, and did not pull the trigger until he was less than twenty feet away from the flagship of Calant.
Chirp!
A flash of fire erupted from under the glider, and the rocket, with a dazzling tail flame, shot towards the flagship of Calant.
boom!
A huge fireball rose from the middle of the Calant flagship, and a loud bang once again broke the brief silence on the battlefield.
The flagship was hit hard, and the violent shock wave instantly blew away a large part of the middle of the warship, and the wooden planks flew into the air. The Dutch soldiers were torn into pieces by the shock wave and scattered like rain.
The tall main mast could not bear the damage and broke with a series of cracks, hitting the sea surface heavily, stirring up a huge wave.
Seeing the effect was so good, Yan Xiaotian was so excited that he screamed and quickly raised it and swept to the left.
Below him, the rest of the warhawks pulled their triggers one after another. The sky was instantly dyed red by flames, and rockets with dazzling tail flames were fired towards the enemy ships they had locked onto.
"Oh my God, hide!"
"What's going on? What's going on?"
"How can the enemy fly?"
“May God bless you…”
Boom! Boom boom boom...
The Heavenly Father was also frightened and cried at this moment, and could no longer protect them. Yan Xiaotian and his men were so crazy this time, flying so close, 77 rockets, all of which hit the enemy's huge warships one after another, fireballs rose up, and explosions shook the world.
Each of the enemy's gunboats was allocated more than two rockets, and the explosives on many enemy ships were detonated, with loud bangs that shook the world.
Huge balls of fire shot up into the sky. The detonated warships disintegrated instantly like watermelons smashed by a giant hammer. Wooden boards shot into the sky. In the flames, not a single enemy was left intact. Pieces of charred flesh were scattered all over the sea...
This tragic scene made people's hearts and livers tremble. Their hands and feet were so cold that they could hardly move. It was as if their bodies were entangled by an invisible force. They could only let the flames in their eyes flash and spread... ...
On Gu Rong's warship, the Qin soldiers who had fought desperately for most of the day were stunned for a moment, and then someone suddenly let out a howl of "Ah!"
This shout was like a fuse that ignited the passion in the hearts of the Qin army. In an instant, countless Qin soldiers rushed out of the cabin, shouting and dancing wildly. The uninjured hugged the injured soldiers, shouting and screaming with tears streaming down their faces, crying and laughing.
For most of the day, they had fought so hard and fiercely that nearly half of the people on each warship had been killed or wounded, and the corpses were everywhere. Besides, except for a brief period of advantage when the clippers came, they were almost always suppressed by the enemy. The gap in strength between the two sides was too great.
This was essentially a life-or-death battle, a brutal war in which there was only the enemy and no self. Everyone, including the head coach Gu Rong, knew that without reinforcements, their side would be wiped out.
Just for the dignity of the golden dragon flag, everyone fought the enemy in despair and with the mood of dying together. As long as they were still alive, they would not retreat.
At this moment, seeing that the remaining huge Western warships were all set on fire, the Qin soldiers who survived the disaster did not care about the enemy's small boats that were fleeing, but hugged each other, shouting wildly, crying and laughing, celebrating this belated victory.
On the ship, blood-stained battle robes were taken off one by one and thrown into the air. Waves of cheers rose up and shook the sky.
Even Xia Jing, who lost control of the rocket and plunged into the sea when it was launched, climbed onto a large floating wooden board and screamed loudly, expressing his joy... ... ... .
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