C2777 Two groups of mad dogs

The end of the Eastern Frisian Islands Sea War finally arrived. Xiang Ying hid behind a short wall of a warehouse and smiled bitterly as he looked at the world outside the walls.

The continuous bombardment had turned the town into a living hell. There were corpses everywhere, and the air was filled with two meters of dust, making it hard for people to breathe.

Fortunately, most of the houses in the town were made of brick and stone. Although the main building had collapsed, the remaining ruins could still be hidden by the soldiers.

Furthermore, the French Fleet still lacked large caliber naval gun like the Zhiyuan Warship s, so the casualties were still under control. However, the casualties were a slow rising curve after all, so no one dared to speak carelessly as how long the defenses of the ruined buildings would last.

"Is it still empty after all? "All my hard work has actually come to an end. It's still a dead end …"

Almost everyone felt the fear of the impending doomsday. France was a whole fleet of cannons shooting at the same time. The intensity of the fire was extremely high, it had already covered the entire town and the surrounding areas.

It might be possible for them to survive for another half an hour while enduring against the ruins, but as long as anyone dared to rush out, they would be in an area with cannonballs wreaking havoc in the wilderness.

The war had come to this point, as if no one but God could save them, and now the British obviously wanted to be God.

The British fleet had begun to add firepower to the boilers, and while they were cruising at a low speed, the smoke from the chimneys was faint, but black smoke billowed from the noiseless pipes.

The Sailor began climbing up and down. The huge sails slowly unfurled, and the dragon bone of the ship was compressed by the wind as it creaked happily.

Huo Fu was an old navy man, so he could guess what the Englishman wanted to do with just a glance.

"Oh no, the British want to intervene! Damn it... "Pass my order, let those battleships that do not fire their cannons block the British shipping lanes!"

"Don't be afraid, they don't dare to fire their cannons. Even if you want to hit them, you have to stop them!"

"Give me another half an hour and bomb these Chinese people. We have completed our mission …"

"Prepare the assault team, hurry up and capture the stranded Zhiyuan Warship …"

With regards to the interests of the France, these Navy who had been split up in reality were stuck together once again. The six neutral cruisers and the four battleships that had left the battle formation, they put down their hatred towards Huo Fu and gathered together in front of the British Fleet.

"Are you crazy? "Avoiding the main channel is too dangerous, we're about to crash into a ship …"

The British sailors on the deck shouted at the French battleship, and some of the warships even started to revolve their cannons to threaten the French.

However, these French battleship seemed to have eaten enough that the British did not dare to fire their cannons.

At the most dangerous moment, the British cruiser was only less than 10 metres away from the Duke of Newcastle's flagship, forcing Zuo Manduo to dodge and almost collide into it.

"That damned bastard …" When the two ships crossed, the British sailor cursed angrily, then dropped the junk with a loud crackling sound.

Broken wooden cups, rotten leather boots, eaten apples, empty wine bottles … All sorts of trash rained down upon him.

French battleship did not want to be outdone, so she took out her trash can and retaliated against the British sailors.

The Duke of Newkes frowned and snorted, "A bunch of lunatics... Do you really think that you can stop us just like that? Set up the boat and send the marines to take over the Zhiyuan Warship! "

"I don't care if Xiang Ying and the rest live or die, what I want is that stranded battleship!"

"Can you stop me, or the landing boat?"

The British had never been afraid of anyone on the sea. There were always more ways than the difficulties, and very quickly, the British battleship put down more than 20 boats. There were no longer ten sailors on the boats, and a total of two hundred marines started to paddle towards the Zhiyuan Warship.

Huo Fu looked and was so angry that his nose was almost crooked, "You're too shameless, you want to snatch our victory fruit? Our Marines, accelerate! "

All of a sudden, the French battleship slowed down its firing speed, and many sailors started to spare some energy to help the Marine Corps get into the sea.

The landing sampans hung from the pulleys to the sea, and armed soldiers climbed down from the rope ladders and jumped aboard to set off.

After filling up a boat, they immediately set off, and the sea immediately became a dragon boat race.

The British and French Landing forces were all paddling desperately, as if they were on stimulants. The final destination was the stranded Zhiyuan Warship!

The British sent two hundred marines, the French sent three hundred, and the sea was filled with more than fifty wooden ships shuttling back and forth among the huge battleships.

"Go to hell, you Englishman!"

French soldiers, who was cursing, swung his long oar to smash the head of a corporal on a small boat!

"Aiya! "Damned trash from France, beaten to pulp by the Prussian. To think they would still dare to show off to us and beat them up …"

With the command given, the oars on the side of the boat were all swung up, hitting the Frenchman with a crackling sound.

This was a mess. The British and French in the sea had a serious conflict. Both sides used their oars to hit each other, and soon, the boat was in the middle of the water.

The soldiers of the two countries who had fallen into the water were not to be outdone. They took advantage of their excellent swimming skills and began to fight in groups in the sea. Except for the fact that they didn't shoot or use knives, they used all the other ways they could.

Kick, poke, kick... He had used all sorts of underhanded methods!

The Zhiyuan Warship had already become a cake for everyone, and the English and French and Yue Yang had become two groups of mad dogs.

Xiang Ying and the others could clearly feel that the firing density of the cannons was decreasing. He turned his head to look at Qiu Wei behind him and said in a low voice.

"Each of us will bring ten people. We'll quickly pass through the church's plaza and take over that church while we still can …"

The twenty men split into two teams and, taking advantage of the intermittent bombardment, they quickly intersected and covered each other before rushing to the entrance of the church!

"One, two, three …" "Bang!" The strong soldier rushed forward like a bull and smashed open the church's gate with a shoulder. Immediately afterwards, more than ten Maoists fired inwards without even needing to aim and clap.

"Charge in …" The clock tower that occupies the highest point! "

When Xiang Ying and Qiu Wei rushed into the church, they realised that their previous caution was unnecessary. It turned out that half of the north side of the church had been blown away.

Half of the original garrison troops were buried under the bricks, while the other half had completely given up on resisting. When Xiang Ying and the rest rushed in, all of the defenders were immediately raised up with their hands in the air, and surrendered!