Chapter 332: A difficult choice!

"Okay, now, watch our performance, soldiers, fire, target, Qing Dynasty's fort!" Lieutenant Colonel Lampard raised his powerful arm and pointed straight towards the direction of Dajiao Mountain. Then before he finished speaking, the cannons had already roared, but what made Lieutenant Colonel Lampard feel a little strange was that his first mate had not had time to repeat his orders to the commander and the flag bearer. Moreover, the sound of the cannon was not right, as if the pounds were greater than the pounds of his warship's naval guns, and it seemed that the sound of the cannon came from a distance behind him.

Lampard is worthy of being an excellent British Empire naval officer. His brain reacted almost instantly. He suddenly turned his head. The green mountains and green waters of the river rocks in the distance were still there. However, from the green trees, the thick to thick flames still made people feel a burning illusion that was coming to their faces under the scorching sun. "My God..."

Dozens of eighteen-pound shore cannons, and those twenty-four-pound fortress cannons, declared to these British naval soldiers with their powerful and powerful roars that no one could ignore their existence.

"God, what's going on? When did the fort appear in that place?" Major General Ford's cigarette fell on his feet. He widened his light blue eyes, his pupils shrank like needle-eyes. The whistling twenty-four and eighteen-pound chain balls made strange and heavy whimpering screams like outer space flying saucers, and then it hit the side of the five three-masted warships with a broken mast and a huge hole was smashed into the hull. The human body was like a doll torn apart by a Titan giant. The broken limbs and broken arms were thrown out of the untried blood with a burnt smell, and flew around in the air.

The continuous and heavy artillery bombardment caused the hulls of these British three-masted warships to swell and moved horizontally to the left without supporting the support.

Then there was a shell that came with a scream, falling obliquely from the sky and hitting the warships and warships. This time, what Lampard saw was no longer the pure and crisp physical destructive power.

Balls of fire appeared on the deck of the battleship, and the scavenged shrapnel roared with the shock wave of explosives and flew towards all sides. Crazy, and only crazy can we describe this violent round of shelling.

Smoke and anger ate the five tall British three-masted warships. Their solid ships had no defensive effect in front of these heavy artillery and the explosive shells. They could only let the shells tear their limbs into pieces in despair.

Seeing that he smashed the opponent's mainmast with one shot, Brother Li Pao laughed arrogantly. The members of the gun team rushed up quickly and started their respective work in an orderly manner. Some poured the gun barrels with cold water, some cleaned the gun barrels, some prepared to fire medicine bags, and some prepared shells.

Soon, the loaded twenty-four pounds were pushed out of the cannon position again with the help of its two giant wheels. With Brother Li Pao's loud call, the members of the cannon team completed their aim slowly and firmly. When the lead was ignited again, everyone opened their mouths and covered their ears with their hands.

After feeling the earth and the air vibrate for a while, the fierce sound of cannon pierced through the barrier of their palms and penetrated into their ears and roared angrily. The thick tube flames blew out, and even ignited the circle of tender green branches and leaves around the cannon position that were originally used to hide.

These five British warships are like the myths and legends of the cyclops throwing stones into the sea. The sweeping water columns are like raging waves, as if they are going to swallow them completely.

Silence, a silence and death silence, the main force of the fleet, which was originally full of relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, was surrounded by a fooled anger and panic. They watched helplessly as the enemy's artillery fire was devouring their robes and those precious warships.

Xiao Sidangdong's excited roar changed his tone at this moment, and his little face, which was originally red with excitement, turned pale in an instant. "God, that's the fortress cannon! It's so terrible. They actually have the fortress cannon."

"Haha, little guy, it's really not easy for you to recognize that kind of artillery." Liang Sanhuai smiled and gently patted Xiao Sidangdong's shoulder. The smile on his face became more and more peaceful and kind, even with a hint of indescribable excitement.

"Teacher, this is so scary." Little Sidondong shook his blond hair, looking a little horrified.

"Dear Little Sidangdong, this is nothing scary. Didn't you just say that you want to see the scene of hundreds of cannons firing together? Now you see, and the scene is even more grand and magnificent. This is war. Little Sidangdong, remember, war is cruel, but it is also beautiful..." Liang Sanhuai took a deep breath of the salty and fishy sea breeze, as if the smoke from the sea breeze would penetrate into his nose and soothe his soul, which was a little excited because of the approaching battle formation.

"General, what should I do now? They need support. Our British Empire's naval soldiers need your assistance." Sdondong grabbed his hat and rubbed it in his hands in shock. His voice could no longer be deliberately maintained with magnetic properties and calmness. He was just hoarse, just like a pig and sheep about to be slaughtered.

Major General Ford's face was as dark as the dead in the dark night. His eyes almost spurted flames of the sea. His regret for his carelessness and underestimation of the enemy and his anger of being deceived by his opponent were like sharp knives, stirring his heart hard.

"Major General, I think we should do something." Macartney stomped the cigarette that had just been lit hard and looked at Major General Ford, the fleet's supreme commander. Although he was the ambassador of the British Empire and had full diplomatic power, now this is war, not a place suitable for him, an excellent diplomat, to issue commanders.

Major General Ford was an excellent naval officer of the British Empire, and he was also a real soldier. For the benefit of the empire and for the overall situation of the entire battle, he picked up the monocular telescope and observed the newly discovered shelling position for nearly two minutes, but he made a decision beyond everyone's expectations. "Tell Lieutenant Colonel Lampard to retreat immediately, so that Colonel Keane could immediately break away from contact with the other party. If we can't fight so hard, we can't withstand such losses."

"What! Your Excellency General, what are you trying to do?" Stondong muttered again with dissatisfaction. However, Major General Ford ignored Stondong and turned directly toward Henry, the Colonel of the British Empire Army standing beside him: "Sir Colonel, have you seen that turret? They are so hidden, it must be a permanent hidden turret. Their artillery is all heavy artillery. Although it will cause us great harm, it also has a big disadvantage, that is, it is difficult to turn, and the twenty-four-pound cannon can almost only rotate at a very small angle. This gives us the opportunity to defeat these cunning Qing troops."

"…So, I need you and your soldiers to help our Navy."

"It is my honor to fight side by side with the Navy. General, don't worry, my soldiers will not disappoint you." Henry gave Major General Ford a standard military salute, immediately turned around and left, and summoned his soldiers to prepare to land.

Major General Ford's order was quickly conveyed to the ears of the two squadron commanders through the flags. Keen looked at the Bighorn Mountain Fort with a long time before he issued a difficult order to retreat under the urging of his first mate. However, the Lille, who had completely lost his ability to move, and the Thurso, who had been killed in the crew, could only stay within the range of the Bighorn Mountain Fort alone and helplessly.

The extended shooting of the Dajiao Mountain Fort once again ravaged the pitiful sails and sterns of the squadron, but stopped and did not intend to completely destroy the Thurso and Lill. It seemed that these damn Qing people actually had the idea of ​​capturing the British Empire warships.

Colonel Keane hesitated for a long time and did not issue an order to destroy these two warships, because he always believed that the end of this battle would end with the victory of the British Empire. At that time, it would be the right choice to drag the two warships back to the port for maintenance and restoration of combat effectiveness. After all, the British Empire is surrounded by powerful enemies in the East. It is necessary and necessary to preserve all the living forces in the area.

Unlike Colonel Keane's smooth retreat, Lampard's squadron was completely surrounded by artillery from the opponent's turret. What's important is that the damage caused by the opponent's new flowering bomb to the warship caused Lampard's squadron to almost emptied the sails and masts of the warships to be wiped out after the first few rounds of artillery bombs. Except for the battleship Leeds, which is at the end of the fleet, it is difficult for the remaining four warships to move forward, not to mention that they have to complete the steering in the siege of artillery fire and gunpowder. This is really difficult.
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