Zhou Baozhen was full of fire. But he had to admit that the Tiger Dynasty fleet opposite was an extremely difficult opponent. Even if his men had the strength of a third fleet battleship, they would only be able to fight against the opponent on the sea surface. It was also a sail warship, the opponent's ship speed was faster than him and his mobility was more flexible, which was probably due to the opponent's more special sails.

Zhou Baozhen never wanted to take on the tough battle with his opponent. Although the fleets organized by various countries in the Manila waters under his command have made some progress over the past year, they are still much worse than their opponents, whether it is in the unified combat of warships or in the hand-to-hand combat.

In the battle of Manzhu Port, Zhou Baozhen actually had great hope, and the number of warships on both sides was similar. At first, he thought it was a battle with great hope, but shortly after the battle started, he realized that it was just his own luxury. Whether it was fighting will or skills, the guys on the other side were more than the top of the line than his subordinates.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he could only order to retreat. It was his helpless choice to preserve the vitality. As long as he still existed, he could restrain the other party's warships and share some burden for land battles.

The next day was a game of catching mice. Zhou Baozhen wanted to seize the opportunity to attack the transport ships, but Weiskele wanted to catch the cunning mouse. Both sides went around the sea for more than ten days, but Zhou Baozhen did not seize the opportunity, and Weiskele did not catch the opportunity to fight him.

What Zhou Baozhen wanted most at this time was to end the war immediately, and then he could return to the Ming Dynasty, and then replace all his old sail warships with new steam artillery battles like the First and Second Fleets. Thinking about Ning Zeyuan and Zhou Li, they just led thirty new warships and bravely challenged the most elite royal army of the Tiger Dynasty. Thinking about it, I felt more eager.

But he also understood that whether it was seniority or anything else, Ning Zeyuan and Zhou Li were the first to get the new warship, which made people say nothing about it. Ning Zeyuan was the supreme commander of the navy, Zhou Li was the first navy general to follow the emperor, and the navy of the Ming Dynasty. It can be said that these two people were founded by one hand and he could only go backwards.

But the next one will inevitably be his turn.

Today, he no longer has to hide. In the morning, an airship found his fleet and brought him news of a great victory in the Manila waters. As expected, Danci's elite royal fleet was destroyed under the joint attack of Ning Zeyuan and Zhou Li. Now, they are rushing towards this sea area, preparing to attack Viscair's fleet.

Is it time for me to be proud? Zhou Baozhen looked at the enemy ship that was heading towards him in the distance, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which made you proud. Today, I will let you all go into the water to feed the fish.

"Speed ​​up!" He put down his telescope and ordered with a hint of excitement.

The third fleet sailed further away.

In Wiskele's opinion, his enemy was about to escape again. But today it was still far from dark. The previous few times, they were all because of the arrival of night, but today, they would not have such good luck.

"Catch up, catch up, let's end this game today!" He waved the slender sword in his hand and said loudly.

The warships of the Tiger Dynasty were only faster than the opponent's ships. Among those enemy warships, only a dozen warships that followed the giant can compete with themselves. However, they had to protect the giant and take care of other warships. If they wanted to be fast, they wouldn't be able to get faster.

The fact is just as Wieskel expected. Although both sides are moving forward at full speed, the distance between both sides is still getting closer.

Wieskel excitedly looked at the flags and sailors moving on the ships, and quickly killed them, and then turned back to support Stenson.

"Sir, the enemy ship is found on the left." In the Diao Dou above the mast, a sailor in charge of looking out suddenly shouted loudly.

Wiskele nodded, does the enemy actually have extra warships?

“How many are there?”

"Return to the Lord, one, two, three...there are thirteen ships." said the sailor.

When he heard that there were only thirteen ships, Weiskele smiled contemptuously. With their combat effectiveness, what role can more than a dozen warships play?

"Give an order to the left wing to distribute thirty warships to destroy them, and then support the central army." He said to the messenger beside him.

As the signal flag flew, thirty warships on the left wing left the large army and drove towards the distance.

"Sir, the enemy ship was also found on the right side!" The soldiers on the mast swear loudly again. "There are fourteen ships, the Sir, and fourteen warships."

Wiskele was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling something was wrong, but at this time, he saw that the enemy warship in front of him suddenly slowed down, not knowing whether it was because reinforcements came or because he was exhausted.

"Tell the right wing to divide thirty warships to meet the enemy, and the rest, follow me to defeat the enemy's main force in front." Weiskele shouted loudly. He was already tired of it. With such combat power, even if an ambush is set up, what's the use of in front of absolute power? Although the warships in front were more than him, he was still confident that he would defeat his opponent head-on.

The enemy ship in front drew an arc from left to right, obviously turning around.

"Don't run away? Do you want to fight me head-on? Come on, let's see how powerful the Venetian warship is." Wiescair said excitedly.

The soldiers in the Diao Dou on the mast screamed again inappropriately. Wieskel looked up at him, wishing he could shoot him down with an arrow. At this time, this guy was like a crow, always bringing him bad news.

"What a weird thing, have you seen it?" He roared angrily.

"Sir, the enemy's warship, the enemy's warship came so fast!" The soldiers on the mast were a little incoherent, "They, they are different."

Wiskele was stunned, turned around and raised the telescope in his hand.

Previously, the soldier on Diao Dou could see the distance through a telescope, but he could not see it yet, but in this blink of an eye, the enemy had already appeared in his field of vision. In fact, he could see the enemy clearly without using the telescope.

It's indeed different.

The warship without sails emerged from a slightly curved chimney on the top. Behind each warship were waves, white waves surging to both sides, and wind and lightning were sailing towards him.

"What kind of warship is this?" he screamed in dismay.

The speed of the opponent's warship was far beyond his imagination. Just when he was stunned, from the telescope, he saw that the opponent had approached the battleship he had assigned.

The thunderous sound immediately sounded.

The opponent's warship was about two miles away, so he turned his rudder and drove to one side, aiming his side at the battleship of the Tiger Dynasty.

Thick smoke, fire, thunder.

Then Wiskele saw that the warships he sent out were almost instantly and encountered a catastrophe, and almost every warship was hit.

The mast was broken, the sails were swept away, and pieces of wood and iron plates flew into the air with the roar. Of course, there were also their own soldiers flying in the air.

The left and right wings were hit almost at the same time.

At this moment, the gap between Wieskel and Lampd was revealed. After being hit by the enemy's gunfire, Lampd immediately realized that he was not the enemy's opponent and could only quickly narrow the distance with the enemy to fight together to more effectively curb the enemy's firepower. So he immediately ordered the fleet to disperse and fight each other. What he thought was to cover Dance's landing.

But at this time, Wiskele was at a loss for a moment. The commanders of the two fleets he sent were completely confused after being hit by this round of attacks. The first and second fleet of the Ming army had successfully turned around and aimed the artillery fire on the other side at the enemy warships that were already burning.

The second round of artillery fire started immediately.

After two consecutive rounds of artillery fire, the sixty warships dispatched had basically lost their combat effectiveness and were slumped on the sea. The two steam warships never looked at them again, but bypassed them and rushed towards the main fleet of Wieskell. As for whether the enemy warships that were hit were still missing the net, they didn't care. Isn't this still Zhou Baozhen's fleet there?

Ning Zeyuan held his breath. Because of his mistakes in tactical formulation, tens of thousands of people from Danci climbed to Manila, which would inevitably bring a devastating blow to some parts of Manila. Just retreating would lead to a loss of countless personnel and supplies. Although the emperor did not blame him, he felt extremely uncomfortable. Now this breath came completely on the fleet in front of him.

"Tell Zhou Baozhen the order to clean up the warships that we hit, and then go around the periphery to capture the warships that escaped the net." Ning Zeyuan roared.

Zhou Baozhen really wanted to fight with the enemy general in front of him who forced him into a mess again, but he also understood that if he rushed forward at this time, it would only affect the combat efficiency of the first and second fleets. Looking at the new warship that was like cutting melons and vegetables, a green light would almost pop up in his eyes.

I want such a warship too! He wailed in his heart, and then he could only order his warships under his command to implement Ning Zeyuan's military orders.

Nearly 100 warships of Wieskel were surrounded by less than 30 Ming people. Then they came to break the ground and shell the ground. Compared with speed, he could not compare with flexibility, he could not compare with firepower, he was beaten but could not repay his hands.

Wieskel, who finally issued a breakout order, looked at the burning flames on the sea, and kneeled on the deck with his knees.

It’s not that he can’t do it, but that it’s not something he can resist.

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