It was already eleven o'clock in the afternoon, and the cannons of Amami Oshima counterattack rumbling for six hours. At this moment, the Takaboshan Fort had exhausted all the last shells. I thought 1,200 shells were enough for the turret to fight for a day, but everyone underestimated the intensity of the naval battle.

All the soldiers on the Gaobo Fortress became robots for a whole day. They only knew how to aim silently, load, fire, and then aim, load, and then fire.

When they reached the last moment, they even saved the opportunity to aim. Anyway, there were targets everywhere in the strait, and there were soldiers fleeing everywhere in the sea. Any shell could gain something.

The defenders of the fort had only one thing they could do, which was to accelerate, accelerate, and accelerate again... The rate of fire per firing of five minutes was increased to three minutes at this moment, and nine artillery pieces poured out more than 1,200 shells in six hours.

"Fire the cannon! Fire! Continue to shoot...Fire the cannon!" The company commander on the turret was completely unaware that blood was oozing out of his ears. He was already deaf. The sound of cannons had already stopped, but he was still immersed in the artillery battle just now and could not extricate himself.

The brothers rushed over and hugged him, "Company Commander! We have no shells anymore! The shells have all been empty..."

The excited company commander's eyes were full of crazy eyes. He couldn't hear what the brothers around him were shouting. He only knew how to clench his fists and roared fiercely, "Fire the cannon! Keep firing! Sink all enemy ships... Hahaha, don't even think of running away!"

With a thud... A soldier picked up the bucket of the cannon, and half the bucket of cold water rushed to wake up the company commander, "What's the hysteria? Come and see! The enemy's flagship is crazy... He wants to die with the Zhiyuan!"

The company commander finally woke up. He took his brothers to the edge of the trench and leaned down. Sure enough, he saw the St. Peter, which was burning in the sea like a big brazier, rushing straight towards Zhiyuan.

At this moment, the distance between the two ships was less than a thousand meters, and there was no sign of evasion by the Zhiyuan. He just shot one after another in silence, and burst out uneven gaps on the body of the enemy ship opposite.

After all, it is the flagship of the Russian army, and its armor protection is indeed strong enough. Even the ship was covered with scars and was almost out of shape, but it was still moving forward with difficulty.

Perhaps it was the last bit of luck of the expeditionary army protecting him, or perhaps it was the return to death before his death. In short, St. Peter performed a tragic suicide charge for everyone on the battlefield.

If you fail, you will be successful! If you can't beat you, I can die with you! The tragedy of the fleet's doomsday is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Are the warships fleeing at sea and the sailors swimming stunned?

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?, At that moment, people even forgot to escape. At the incomplete deck guardrail gap, Stefansky stood there with a command knife in his hand like a statue, his feet as if they had taken root.

The old general just kept repeating the words "Crash Chen Zhiyuan...Crash Chen Zhiyuan...Crash Chen Zhiyuan!"

Xiao Letian also saw the tragic scene. He sighed and put down his telescope. "After all, it is also a thousand-year empire! After all, it is also a nation that also has its own brilliant civilization... They have their pride and persistence. Whether it is an enemy or a friend, this self-esteem and self-improvement is worth learning from!"

The burning St. Peter was getting closer and closer. In a blink of an eye, the distance between the two ships was less than 500 meters. This was an extremely dangerous distance in the naval battle. If you are not careful, you will have collisions and scratches.

But at this moment, Stefansky's luck was finally exhausted. More than 300 mines were spread across the strait's exits, which were not easy to avoid. The mines that rushed into the strait along the undercurrent finally pushed the pole to the iron armor of St. Peter.

With a dull sound, a huge air bubble suddenly popped up on the starboard waterline of the St. Peter. The white wave burst out with a strong explosive force and directly took out a huge hole with a diameter of three meters on the abdomen of the warship.

The entire strait was undulating, and the waves generated by the explosion rushed around radioactively. At this time, people looked at the St. Peter again, like a blue whale whose abdomen was opened, and their internal organs were slamming down.

The sea water poured in, the rag inside the warship kept pouring out, and the warship began to tilt at a strange angle... No matter how strong the warrior was, the blood was dried up, and the suicide attack of the St. Peter finally failed.

Stefansky, who was shaking on the deck, burst into tears, "There are only four hundred meters left! I will succeed if only four hundred meters left! God, why don't you bless us, but bless those pagans! Why..."

The pistol was pressed against his chin, and the last sentence of the Expeditionary Force General Office was only three words: "Why!" After saying that, the gunshot sounded, and Stefansky died with the ship.

There was a lot of crying in the sea, no matter whether Stefansky's command was right or wrong, good or bad, at least as a general, he still won the hearts of soldiers.

He was fair, knew how to motivate soldiers, and was not greedy. Although he was born in a noble family, he did not have much arrogant temper. In that era, such generals were worthy of the soldiers' lives to follow.

But unfortunately, he encountered a genius who was rare in history and a monster that had a clear understanding of the direction of history. Then his failure was inevitable.

Xiao Letian watched the St. Peter make a loud noise, and the sea water kept pouring in. The gradually silent warship formed a huge vortex on the sea, and this vortex attracted three mines and hit them.

Boom boom boom... Three huge muffled sounds, the water column soared into the sky, and the Russian flagship was blown up and disintegrated in the sea, turning into a floating wreckage.

The demise of the flagship completely brought the Russian morale to freezing point. The remaining warships no longer had the courage to fight against the Zhiyuan head-on. They could hide as far as they could, and rushed out of the strait as if they were gambling.

"Long live! Long live the Prime Minister! Long live the Navy!" There was joy on the Gaobo Mountain. The brothers at the fort knew that their mission had been completed. Now the battle situation has been decided by the Prime Minister's plan, and the trap of Amami Oshima bit the prey tightly.

At this moment, the Zhiyuan was like a hunter wandering alone in the flock of sheep. There was always prey falling under the muzzle when the hunting rifle raised his hand. It was difficult for those warships that escaped the bombardment of the Zhiyuan artillery to escape the mine blockade. From time to time, the unique low sound of mine explosions sounded from the exit of the strait.

The battle lasted for another hour, and no matter how proud the army was, it could not withstand such one-sided massacre. The endless mines on the sea completely shattered their hopes.

At twelve o'clock, the Polar Frigate hung up the white flag and announced its surrender to the Zhiyuan. Five minutes later, the Volga frigate also raised the white flag. Ten minutes later, the Diamond main warship also chose to surrender.
Chapter completed!