Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 227 The process of a gangster turning into a gentleman
"These foreign devils want to engage us in a boarding battle. We can't let them do what they want. Turn right and get away from them."

A sailing warship that was relatively close saw that the French were driven crazy and were about to engage in a boarding battle. The commander of the warship immediately ordered a turn to keep distance and continue to bombard.

However, the commander overlooked one thing. The sailors under his command were not the sailors of the Dingyuan, but the Qing Dynasty navy who had suffered defeats every day before today and only sailed in inland rivers.

Although they had received brief training, their experience was still shallow.

The fleet commander gave the order, and although the sailors reacted, they were still a little slow.

In addition, the warship is aging and its operation is very cumbersome.

The ship had not yet turned halfway when a French warship rammed into it.

Seeing that he could not escape, the captain threw his hat on his head, pulled out the officer's revolver and shouted: "Cannons, prepare shotgun shells, gunners, don't move, keep firing. Other sailors, grab your weapons and kill these foreign devils."

The people who followed Zheng Zilong were all born as pirates. They were not special in any other way but they were extremely ruthless.

Now that he has become an official, he has become much more restrained in his daily life. Apart from cursing frequently, he does not behave in a special way in his daily life.

But as the battle started and blood was shed, these guys became more brutal.

Since I can't hide, I'll just kill him.

Seeing that the captain was so tough, many sailors were unwilling to be outdone.

The musketeers raised their rifles, while the others simply picked up the weapons they had with them.

Axe, short sword, short spear, short mace, and small round shield for protection.

Sailors are generally not equipped with long weapons, and most of their battle environments are on ships.

Except for the deck, other areas on the ship are very narrow, long weapons cannot be used and are difficult to store.

The water vapor in the ocean is extremely corrosive, and since most weapons are made of iron, the impact is very great.

The larger the size of a weapon, the more difficult it is to preserve, and each maintenance costs a considerable amount of money.

For this reason, sailors at sea generally do not carry long weapons unless they have special habits.

"Boss, the Asura is being entangled by them."

An observer on the main battleship noticed that one of the ships had not gotten rid of the enemy and was about to engage in a boarding battle, so he hurriedly reported to Zheng Zilong.

Zheng Zilong, who was observing the battlefield through a telescope and issuing adjustment orders at any time, quickly adjusted the direction after hearing this and saw the two ships about to collide with each other.

After only a moment, he immediately gave the order: "Send the Flying Fish to support them."

Then he immediately turned back to the telescope and gave orders quickly.

"Orders, bypass the four enemy ships and attack his flagship for me."

This is how the battlefield works. The commander will not lose his composure because of one side's fault.

Whether to abandon, to rescue, or to order a retreat, the decision is often made in a moment.

What they considered was the overall situation, not the loss of a single soldier or ship.

While Zheng Zilong was giving the order, the French ship No. 6 collided with the Flying Bird.

The bow of the sixth ship penetrated directly into the stern of the Bird, and the front ram penetrated directly into it.

"Fuck it, this is the battleship I just took over. Open fire and hit it hard."

The captain of the Asuka was furious when he saw the battleship he had just taken over turned into such a mess.

As his order was given, the cannons that had already been replaced with shotgun shells and the musketeers on standby on the ship fired at the French sixth ship.

Suddenly, there was a continuous sound of gunfire, and wood chips, limbs, blood and flesh were flying all over the French battleship No. 6.

Before the era of giant ships and cannons began, naval boarding battles were the most brutal battles.

The ship is their only habitat. Once they lose their ship, they will either be killed by the enemy or buried in the sea.

Even being captured by the enemy was a treatment only afforded to commanders.

Supplies on the ship are scarce, and more mouths to feed means faster consumption.

No one would be so kind as to take out their own rations to feed the prisoners.

So the best way to deal with it is to kill it directly.

The sailors all understood this, and often in order to survive, they fought most ferociously.

And their fighting style is different from that of the army.

Whether the army is attacking a city, defending a city or fighting in the field, they have complete formations and structures.

Naval battles are different. The moment the ships of both sides collide, both sides launch attacks on each other.

The cabin is small and there are countless hiding places.

The two sides fought in a melee, you are in me and I am in you.

No one knows from which direction a hammer will be swung; no one knows whether a fatal arrow will be shot or a gunshot will be heard from some hidden corner.

Therefore, in terms of individual combat, the combat capability of sailors is many times stronger than that of the army.

"Brothers, the time has come to avenge our past humiliation. Kill them for me."

A former officer of the Asuka became furious when he thought of the humiliation he had experienced when he was beaten and forced to flee by foreigners.

He pulled off his felt hat, revealing his bald head, and rushed forward first with a roar, holding the pistol issued by his superior in one hand and a short axe in the other.

"kill!"

Under the leadership of the officers, the sailors burst out with surging momentum.

Some used springboards, while others directly threw out rope hooks and rushed towards the opposite boat.

The French on the opposite side were not to be outdone, and rushed up with various weapons in hand, roaring.

In an instant, blood splattered, gunshots rang out, knives and axes chopped, and the painful wails of death sounded one after another.

The fiercest part of the battle was where the ships of both sides came into contact.

Both sides charged towards each other, and the musketeers on the splints pulled the trigger directly at the opponent's face.

The captain of the Asuka pulled the trigger continuously and knocked down several enemies, then threw the empty revolver in his hand onto the ship behind him.

With a roar, he pulled out a short axe from his waist, and rushed to the front with a short knife in one hand and a short axe in the other. "Fuck you!"

He took a few leaps, stepped to the front, raised his hand and chopped a French sailor's hat in half.

With the dagger in his other hand, he stabbed the other guy who was trying to rush past him without hesitation.

As the two sides fought, blood and corpses slid into the sea below.

The pungent smell of blood attracted sharks and various carnivorous marine creatures, which scrambled frantically for the corpses and flesh.

There were those unlucky ones who were still alive. They struggled in the sea, using whatever they could grab in their hands to drive away the sharks, or attacking the enemies who had also fallen into the sea.

While the plywood was fighting, the gunners below were not idle either.

They adjusted the artillery to the maximum angle, tried hard to aim the muzzle at the enemy warship, and fired directly at the enemy's face.

The sound of artillery fire continued, and marks appeared on the hulls of both sides.

In many people's impressions, wooden hulls are very fragile, and often a single shot will create a hole on the opposite side.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding in contemporary film and television.

The hulls of warships that can go to sea are all very thick, with some areas even being one meter thick.

In addition, after being treated with special methods and immersed in the sea all year round, this wooden hull is no worse than an ordinary city wall.

In addition, the power of black gunpowder is not enough, and solid shells will often bounce off the ship at a slightly longer distance, leaving only a small dent on the hull.

Even in this close-range shooting situation, it would be impossible to penetrate the enemy's hull with one shot.

Often times, it is necessary to fire several shells in succession in an area in order to break open the enemy's ship.

In the era of sailing artillery warships, it was actually a very difficult task to sink the enemy's ships with artillery.

Most battles ended by killing the enemy sailors with debris raised by artillery fire, or by using boarding combat to achieve final victory.

It was not until the emergence of new gunpowder artillery and the arrival of the era of giant ships and cannons that the navy was transformed from a group of brutal gangsters into a gentlemanly and noble force.

As the two ships from both sides started a fierce boarding battle, other ships also collided with each other.

What the descendants of Yan and Huang lack the least is blood. They are usually quiet and gentle to others, but once they fight for their lives, the title of the Eastern Dragon is definitely not an exaggeration.

This group of naval officers and soldiers, who had just changed their flags and were determined to avenge their previous humiliation, were all extremely fierce under the leadership of their officers.

When they start fighting, they almost don't care about their lives, and the attitude is completely to exchange their lives for others.

The war broke out in the morning and lasted until 4 pm, ending with the French transport ships' embarrassing retreat.

"Brothers, we won."

The commander of the Asuka raised the blood-stained hatchet high in the air and roared with all his strength.

"We won, we defeated the foreign devils, we won."

Hearing the victory, the blood-soaked sailors stared blankly at the French transport ship being chased by two battleships. It seemed as if all the strength in their bodies was drained away at once, and they collapsed to the ground.

Some people were howling loudly, some were pounding on the splints madly, and some were laughing towards the sky.

"Hahahahahaha, we won, we defeated the foreign devils, we won."

"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, the Ming Dynasty will win ten thousand victories!"

The shouts and cheers merged into one, and even the sailors who were still in the sea lay flat on the surface, slapping the surrounding water hard and laughing.

This victory was an affirmation for them, proving that they were no worse than the foreigners and that their navy was not cowardly.

They are also tall and strong men, and they are also heroes who defend their country.

Today's great victory allowed them to hold their heads high under the gaze of the people.

Today's great victory will allow their achievements to be recorded in the family genealogy.

When the imperial court bestows honors on them in the future, their names will have a separate page in the family tree.

It will be written at the end that on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, a certain descendant fought against invading foreigners at the mouth of the Yangtze River.

Without fear of life or death, he fought bravely and killed several enemies, thus protecting the territory of the Ming Dynasty and millions of people.

The clan elders in the family would bring all the clan members, beat drums and gongs, put a big red flower on him, and set off firecrackers, and ask him to kowtow to the ancestors to thank them for their protection, and at the same time let the ancestors see that the descendants of the family have brought glory to the family.

By the evening, when the two battleships returned with four captured ships, the Sino-French War came to an end.

Zheng Zilong, who was also filled with the smell of gunpowder, looked at his cheering subordinates with a smile on his face. He turned to his deputy and said, "Report this good news to His Highness as quickly as possible."

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"First worship the heaven and earth, second worship the high hall, husband and wife worship each other..."

The Jinling Palace in the Ming Dynasty world.

Today the place is decorated with lights and lanterns, and the palace servants are all wearing festive clothes with happy smiles on their faces.

Today is the Crown Prince’s wedding, the most important event in the court, no doubt about it.

Accompanied by the singing of officials from the Ministry of Rites, Zhu Zhanjun and his young wife Huo Wenxiu officially became husband and wife in the presence of their old man and Empress Xu, as well as his father Zhu Pangpang, his mother Zhang, and all the civil and military officials in the court.

After the final ceremony was completed, Zhu Zhanjun was about to send his wife back to the bedroom to rest, when Ji Gang found an opportunity and approached him with a smile.

It may seem flattering to others, but he reported in a low voice: "Zheng Zilong reports that they won, captured the French transport ship and all the soldiers, sank two enemy warships, and captured all the rest. Our army won a great victory!"

Zhu Zhanjun, who had a smile on his face but a hint of worry in his eyes today, completely relaxed after hearing this.

The navy of the Ming Dynasty had always been in a crushing momentum, but in the 1860s, except for two ironclad ships, the Ming Dynasty navy no longer had any advantages.

If he didn't want to get married, he would have been waiting in the second world, ready for any contingency.

But the marriage has been decided, the entire court is waiting for this auspicious day, and the second world cannot be announced.

Zhu Zhanjun had no choice but to return and get married. Although he kept smiling, he was worried about the naval battle in his heart.

If no news comes before dark, he might not even have the heart to spend the night in his bridal chamber.

Now that he had received good news, and it was good news of a great victory, his heart was completely relaxed.

In his current mental state, he wouldn't be afraid even if ten wives came, let alone one.

(End of this chapter)