C1335 Distance from Collision

No one could describe the despair in EdStefanski's heart with words. The three minesweepers had used the undercurrents in the strait to start pouring water mines, and in a short hour, three battleships had already sunk after being struck by the lightning.

The Navy was a force that relied heavily on mobility. Huge battleships could only be maneuverable in broad waters, and in such a narrow strait, just avoiding a shipwreck was an extremely difficult task.

Burning smoke covered the sky as the battleship slowly sank. Sailors screamed in fear as they surrounded it. Some of the sunken battleships had actually become dangerous reefs after landing on the shallow sea area. It was unknown when they would crash into the bottom of the ship.

Who would still care about fighting at this time, the Captain only needed to avoid the ships and sailors on the sea to be busy, but there were too many soldiers in the water, and most of the time the ships would just roll over them.

Wailing, wails, and angry curses resounded throughout the entire sea … However, the situation in the battlefield was already like this. If they didn't rush over, they would be waiting for death. If they rushed over, then they would be the ones dying, and if both sides were dead, then God would decide whether they were right or wrong.

Chaos, loss of speed, loss of firepower, loss of morale... This was the reality of Russia's navy. Even if EdStefanski was the reincarnation of a war god, he could not reverse the situation. In front of him, the Zhiyuan Warship was just a death god who could not be defeated.

Right now, all of the fire of the three main cannons of the Zhiyuan Warship s had been focused on the St. Peter s, causing the four frigate s that were charging towards the flagship to sink into the sea. The St. Peter s had to carefully move through the wreckage of the battleship, and every time the battleship head smashed onto a soldier that fell into the water, the commander would feel waves of stabbing pain in his heart.

His face was pale, his breathing ragged. Every time he crushed a soldier, it was as if he was crushing his own heart.

"Mercy does not hold the weapon, mercy does not hold the weapon!" No matter how many casualties there were, a warship was the last guarantee! No matter how many people die, the battleship has to be held... Speed up! Ignore the soldiers in the water and quickly leave the battlefield... The injured battleship quickly moved forward, creating a path for the army to survive … "

"This is the last command. From now on, the flagship will no longer issue any orders …" God bless you! You can all go your own way! "

At that critical moment, EdStefanski ordered the command flag down, and from that moment onwards, the Russian Army's fleet of battleships lost their flagships. Looking at the slowly descending flag, EdStefanski knew that he was dead. Although his body was still breathing, his soul had already been taken away by the Death God.

"St. Peter! Full speed attack! Free shooting! Smash it! "Sinking Reach!"

The St. Peter s that drained 3800 tons of water faithfully carried out Captain's orders. Four sets of boilers started to increase the pressure, the sails that were still left behind were blocked by the wind. Although the sails were dilapidated, they could still provide a lot of power.

The St. Peter had gone crazy, the entire ship had turned red. Since the ship was launched, the Baltic Sea Navy had been proud of it, they had fantasized that this ship would lose to the British or the French, but they had never thought that this ship would lose to the Chinese.

The barbarians of the East with yellow skin and pig tails, the ignorant who refused to admit that the earth was round, the pagan who did not believe in God … Those slaves who had lost their weak cities and dared not take revenge, no matter who they would lose to, would not lose to them.

"The enemy's flagship is going to go all out!" There was nothing they could do! They wanted to choose to perish together! "Fire, continue to fire, ignore the other targets, focus on firing at the St. Peter s …"

When Zhiyuan Warship advanced on the sea, he could see the advantages of the cannons lining up on the central axis. They would always be flanking the enemy and the three main cannons would always revolve towards the same target.

Although there were flaws in the Zhiyuan Warship's dragon bone design and the three main cannons did not dare to fire at the same time, they could still fire in unison after each other with a distance of five to six seconds.

Boom! Boom! Boom! After the dull explosion, the pitch-black smoke covered the entire deck. The St. Peter in the distance was like a lone cavalry charging towards a crossbow array, their entire bodies riddled with holes but they did not retreat even after death.

The main mast of the battleship was broken, the tall sails slanted towards the sea, the air on the deck was blown into disarray, one by one, the cannons were blown into the sea, the two simultaneously shot St. Peter s did not even manage to dodge a single shot, they were all hit by six bullets.

Needless to say, being able to become a flagship was already proof of his power. With the Zhiyuan Warship s 210s, he fired six consecutive shots, but the St. Peter did not sink, and continued forward tenaciously!

1800 meters, 1600 meters, 1200 meters... The burning St. Peter had long since left the fire dead. The battleship was littered with corpses, and the soldiers controlling the cannons had no idea how many pieces they were blown into.

A piece of flesh on EdStefanski's forehead was sliced off by the bullet, and fresh blood splurted out and flowed into his eyes, causing the entire world to be covered in red.

No one bandaged the general's wound, as everyone on the deck was too busy to attend to themselves. Even the soldiers whose legs had been blown off were left with no one to treat them, much less the general who had a small wound on his forehead.

At this moment, St. Peter was like a seriously injured person. It knew that climbing a little bit forward using its own physical strength was meaningless, but humans sometimes had to do meaningless things to prove that they had lived before.

"Forward!" Keep going forward! To sink the Zhiyuan Warship! Break through the Chinese blockade... "

Just as EdStefanski was gritting his teeth and muttering to himself with his eyes red, the standard-bearer on the remaining rear mast shouted loudly, "Reporting to General … The Chinese people across from him sent him the flag language! The supreme commander of the Chinese, Xiao, is trying to persuade you to surrender! "

"I repeat, the supreme commander of China is urging you to surrender …"

EdStefanski's eyes twitched, he never thought that not only would Xiao Letian want to kill him, he would also want to ruthlessly humiliate him! Surrender? To a proud warrior of Russia, this was something that he absolutely could not tolerate.

"Tell him... The general's destiny lies in the burning and disintegration of the warship... I may be the stupidest general in the entire Russia, but I too have the courage to fight to the bitter end! "

"I may be stupid, but I will never be a coward who surrenders! Charge forward... "Keep hitting me!"

Xiao Letian shook his head regretfully when he heard Cai Bixia's translation of the banner, "Looks like these Russian will not leave a boat's spoils for me no matter what! Since that's the case, let's explode! Send an order to the ship that is mine, throw all the water mines away. This expedition fleet will be sleeping here! "