C1947 skirmish

The Mar Ta's poor, thin, single-axis propeller was struggling under the water. White bubbles were forming on its surface.

The sails were still flying in the sky, following the wind, and the sea breeze provided a powerful kinetic energy that was transmitted to the ship's hull through the mast and the rope.

The combined power of the steam power and sail had a total of more than 4000 horsepower. This was the strength of 4000 war horses at the same time, which made Arnold completely unable to defeat this kind of power.

Before the impact, none of the French thought they would fail. In their hearts, they thought that the Zhiyuan Warship's armor was stronger than the Marienthal's, but in terms of power, how could Prussian engineers compare with France?

In Anno's judgment, there would be some damage to the Mariana after the impact, but this damage was definitely controllable, because the ship was completely designed with watertight compartments, and destroying a small amount of water in the first part of the ship would not affect the overall buoyancy of the ship.

This meant that the Malan Pagoda would be injured but not sink, and as long as Arnold could guarantee this, he would have nothing to worry about. Behind him, the battleship's powerful kinetic energy would crush him, firmly blocking the Zhiyuan Warship's advance.

The reason that Arnold and the others were so confident was because the wind was very strong today. The northwest wind had reached level 5, and the battleship was moving towards the south from the north.

With this, forget about 4000 horsepower, even 4500 horsepower would be enough to break through.

With such powerful motivation, the Ma Ran Tower could firmly hold on to the Zhiyuan Warship. Not only could it prevent him from advancing, it could even force him to retreat.

It was too good to be wrong, but it was a pity that the French suffered because of their unclear intelligence. The French engineers used the small amount of data they had gathered to analyze Zhiyuan Warship s, and naturally, they came up with the wrong answers.

On Marantas desk was the evaluation report of the French Intelligence. On it were written in black and white, saying that the Zhiyuan Warship's limit was no more than 4000 points in horsepower. The evaluation report was filled with the arrogance of a France, filled with disdain towards Prussia and the Eastern Countries.

But today, the cruel reality slapped him hard in the face. Not only did the Zhiyuan Warship not stop, it even spat out black smoke like a giant, calmly and steadily pushing the Malan Pagoda backwards, back, and continue to back up!

The British were completely dumbfounded. They watched the two ships collide and then the Zhiyuan Warship began to push forward with all its might. The two ships were stuck in a deadlock for around five minutes, but after that, the Mar Tower could no longer hold on and the entire ship began to slowly retreat.

"My God! France can't hold on... The Mariana was smashed into pieces, and it was even pushed back! "

"What kind of battleship is this? How strong exactly are the Zhiyuan Warship? "

Jie Sen calculated the numbers in his mind back and forth, and in the end, he made a judgment of seven thousand... It's definitely 7000 + horsepower, otherwise it would be impossible to push such a huge warship! "

"All our information is wrong! Did Prussia have such a high level of industry? God, I have to telegraph to London... "

"Men, gather the sailors …" Get on the Zhiyuan Warship and help! Damn it, don't let them go on a rampage! "

Jie Sen had guessed right, the flustered and exasperated French sailors was not one to be trifled with. Seeing that their plan had failed, they all picked up their rifles and prepared to engage in battle. Very quickly, seventy or eighty French sailors s came out from the bow of the ship.

At the moment, the Zhiyuan Warship s had already cut into the ship's bow, connecting the two sides as one. The Zhiyuan Warship s were more than one meter above the French warship, which formed a situation of attacking from the back.

Just as the French were about to avoid the obstacles and climb, a group of sailors' heads suddenly appeared behind the front railing of the Zhiyuan Warship.

"Scram!" What do you want to do, rob? "Who dares to come forward …"

"Smash! Smash!" You just don't have to shoot the first time. If they dare to shoot the first time, we will shoot back! "

The Mauser's rifle s swung the butt of the spear and smashed down. The big leather boots aimed at the heads of the French army and kicked them down. The soldiers then dropped down like dumplings.

Xiao Letian rubbed the bruises on his head and said with a sneer, "Don't shoot, just blame the first shot on this bunch of Frenchmen! "Your father even rushed into the canal while hanging up the trouble flag. It's clear that he's looking for trouble …"

"However, we have to do what we need to do. We can't give them a proper explanation …" Wait? Who was that! Zai Chun? "

Following Xiao Letian's finger, everyone saw that the one who was shouting the loudest was not Great Qing's Emperor Zai Chun. Don't look at his age, kicking him with his leather boots is sinister, in a short while he broke the nose of two French soldiers.

"Beat them up! If one of them dared to come up, they would beat them to death! Let you attack my Da Gu Kou! I'll let you bombard the oculi bridge! I'll let you burn my Yuan Ming Yuan! "Kick you to death …"

The emperor was already giving it his all, and the surrounding soldiers became even more fervent. Besides not shooting and not using their bayonets, they used all other moves, each and every one of them vicious and ruthless.

The French army did not hold back. After three consecutive attacks, they were finally ready to fire. There was the sound of a bolt being pulled.

The Shasper Needle Rifle was a new type of rifle widely used by the French during the Franco-Prussian War. Its performance was second only to that of the Muse.

"All have... "Ready..." French officers ordered, but at this time, Zai Chun jumped out.

"I am the emperor of the Great Qing! Who dares to shoot at me! "Let's see who dares …"

At that moment, Zai Chun felt as if his ancestors had possessed him, he had forgotten the danger, and his entire body was surrounded by the flames of vengeance.

However, Zai Chun forgot a very important problem. There was no translator around him, and he had shouted out his identity using Chinese just now.

How could the French beneath their feet understand Chinese? They only thought that it was an ordinary little soldier.

"Fire …" the French officer roared.

"Everyone, get down …" Just as he was about to raise his spear, Lin Zhen gave a loud command.

All the Chinese soldier s reacted instinctively to the order, the moment they heard the order, their bodies began to move, and all the soldiers at the ship's front railing climbed onto the ground, using the deck to protect their bodies.

It was a pity that Zai Chun, who was completely immersed in his own blood, was so late. At this moment, he was the only person standing there.