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

"Attention, all battleships. Attack the enemy's battleships first. The troop transports are like canned food, and will be saved for last."

"Also notify the Air Force that the next battle will be left to us."

Putting down the telescope, Zheng Zilong quickly conveyed the order.

All the warships they rushed here this time are from Ming Dynasty and the Second World. As for the warships from the current world, they have not been received yet.

Originally, they were planning to go to Vladivostok to take over the current world's navy. When they were halfway there, they received an order from Zhu Zhanjun and turned directly to the battlefield.

Looking at the warships approaching quickly from the opposite side, Zheng Zilong took a deep breath.

Since he took over the navy, the Ming navy has always been able to crush anyone it faces, but today's naval battle is very different.

Although the little squash in this world ranks at the bottom among the six giants, its own strength cannot be underestimated.

As an island country, the navy is an important external contact presence, and the enhancement of maritime power is of great importance.

According to Zheng Zilong's visual observation, the naval force that came to attack Linhai Prefecture this time had eight battleships, all of which were 10,000 tons in size.

Although two of them were sunk by the air force and the rest suffered considerable damage, they are still at an advantage compared to the current Ming Navy.

The Ming Dynasty had 12 warships, but only four of them were 4-ton class. The others were small battleships of to tons. According to the new classification, it would not be an exaggeration to call them cruisers.

This was a challenging war, but it was also an opportunity for the Ming Navy to engage in new warfare.

After receiving the news from Zheng Zilong, Gao Hang also directly ordered the air force to return.

In fact, even without Zheng Zilong saying anything, he had already planned to order a return.

Except for a few reserved fighter planes, there is very little ammunition left for other fighter planes.

In addition, they transferred from the capital to other airports and then to here. The distance was not short and the fuel had been almost consumed.

If the navy had not arrived yet, he would have ordered a return trip long ago.

With the current fuel supply, it is impossible to return to the planned airport. We can only choose the nearest airport to land and return after refueling.

As the air force withdrew, the little pumpkins became excited instantly.

Although only a few planes were left of the air force that came to support them, they believed that they had the advantage of being close to the enemy and would still win in the end.

"Is this the navy of the Great Yan Kingdom? When did it become so bad?"

Looking through the telescope, Sanben Qishier saw the naval warships approaching and frowned in confusion.

Two years ago, he visited the Ming Dynasty Weihaiwei Naval Base under the pretext of investigation.

They were all brand new 10,000-ton warships, and the plywood was so shiny that it could reflect light on people.

Looking at the fleet in front of him, the color of the warships is different from that of the Great Yan Kingdom. If it weren't for the flag of the Great Yan Kingdom hanging on them, he would have suspected that this was the naval force of some small or medium-sized country.

Although he was suspicious, the enemy had already arrived. He had just been beaten up by the enemy's air force, and he was already unhappy. He decided to vent his anger no matter who came.

The fleets of both sides approached each other rapidly, trying to seize advantageous positions.

"Baga, how come they are so fast?"

As the two sides sailed, Sanben Qishier discovered a clue.

The warships on the opposite side didn't look that impressive and were much smaller in tonnage, but they were obviously much faster than theirs.

Originally they had the advantage in distance and thought they would seize a favorable position.

As a result, they had only sailed one-third of the way when the other side had already seized the advantageous sea area.

How could Xiao Yamamoto know that although the Ming Dynasty's warships were slightly inferior in tonnage, they had always been at the most advantageous position in terms of engines and other aspects.

Nikola Tesla also participated in the transformation of battleship engines. He proposed that electric-assisted acceleration could be used when conducting some emergency speed operations.

The specific principle is to add an electric turbine drive to the steam engine.

However, due to power storage reasons, it will only be activated in emergency situations or to avoid combat.

When Zheng Zilong saw that his warship was not at an advantage in size, he directly ordered the electric turbine drive to be started, which increased the speed of the warship.

"fire!"

"shooting!"

Both sides issued the order to attack almost at the same time.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The artillery roared, and the shells from both sides crossed each other in the air and whizzed towards the targets on the opposite side.

In the first round of shooting, all the shots from both sides missed. The closest shell from the Ming side was still a hundred meters away from the Fuso warship.

The little squash had even worse luck, the nearest ones were several hundred meters away.

"Correct coordinates, trajectory correction completed, angle..."

The combat staff's report quickly popped up on the loudspeaker, and the artillery adjuster quickly adjusted the angle.

"Rumble, rumble..."

The sound of gunfire rang out again, and the Ming warships launched a direct salvo.

The small Japanese warship on the opposite side was still calculating.

"Nani, so fast."

Hearing the artillery fire from the opposite side, many of the staff officers on Xiaowagua's side were stunned.

They had just managed to get through this, but the other side had already opened fire, which showed how high the quality of their opponents was.

Although surprised, they were not too nervous.

In a naval bombardment, if one out of ten shells hits the target, it is all thanks to God.

This was just the start of the second round of shooting. The enemy's bullets were at most a little closer. They didn't believe they would be so unlucky as to be killed directly...

"Boom..." The command tower was hit directly. The staff officers who had been calm and unhurried just now went straight to their great god to report the coordinates of the next round of shooting.

"idiot!"

The command tower of the battleship next to him suddenly exploded, scaring Yamamoto so much that he trembled.

That was his command ship, which had just received special attention from the Air Force. For safety reasons, he changed warships.

Yamamoto couldn't imagine that if he hadn't changed the battleship just now, he would probably have run to the god to clean the toilet.

Sweat was clenched secretly, Yamamoto gritted his teeth and pointed at the opposite side and shouted: "Fight back!"

"Hey!"

The staff officers responded loudly, and with a rage for revenge in their hearts, they quickly calculated the shooting parameters.

"Well done, tell 010 to keep an eye on that guy who's sinking."

Zheng Zilong's reaction was different from Yamamoto's. When he saw that the enemy warship's second round of shooting hit the enemy's command tower, he happily slammed the table.

The wonderful start gave confidence to all members of the team and made the staff calculate faster.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

At this time, the Fuso warships on the opposite side also finished their calculations and launched a round of salvos.

Unfortunately, this is the sea area of ​​Dayan, and the Dragon King and Mazu are both our own people.

This round of salvos was even worse than the first round of test firing. Not only did it fail to hit the target, but it went further and further away.

Yamamoto's face was so dark that ink seemed to be dripping out of it, but he did not urge them or scold them. He understood that all the members had a heavy stone on their hearts, and the more pressure they put on the members, the more likely they would make mistakes.

"Don't worry about the psychological pressure. As long as we hit a target, their small warships won't be able to withstand it."

Looking across the table through the telescope, Yamamoto tried to put on a gentle expression and gave soothing orders.

At 3:33 p.m., the Ming warships were ready again, and the distance between the two sides was less than three nautical miles.

"Rumble..."

Another round of salvos was fired, and shells whizzed out and exploded in the area of ​​Fuso warships.

This time they were unlucky, as only one battleship fired a close-range bullet, which did not cause any damage to the enemy.

But everyone was not under any pressure. In this era of relying on mechanical aiming with the naked eye, if you hit the target it is God's blessing, and if you miss it is normal.

If every hit really happens, then this battleship is either driven by God or by cheats.

At 5:40 pm, the sun began to sink into the sea.

The warships of both sides fired at each other on the sea for two hours, but finally had no choice but to end the battle due to strong winds and waves.

At the end of the battle, the Ming army sank an enemy ship and two of its own warships were damaged. One needed major repairs, but the other could still hold on.

Yamamoto stood on the bumpy boat, looking at the warships that were slowly approaching the shore in the distance. After a moment of silence, he ordered, "Let the transport ship take the soldiers back to Tsushima."

"Sir, are we just going to give up like this?"

A staff officer asked unwillingly.

Yamamoto glanced at him, sighed and shook his head: "Tomoda, it's not that I don't want to continue, but the opponent's air force is better than ours, which is something we didn't expect."

"If we don't retreat before dark, our damaged fleet will suffer a heavy blow when they return tomorrow with their ammunition and fuel."

"We want to take advantage of the civil unrest in Da Yan, but based on the current situation, we can judge that Da Yan has already dealt with the internal affairs. If we continue to fight, it will develop into a full-scale war."

"Now we withdraw to our own territory, and we only hope that the Great Yan Emperor who controls the court will choose to stop the war in order to consolidate his position at home."

"As long as you give us a year and we work hard to research new fighter planes, victory will still belong to us in the future."

The staff officers who were listening nodded silently and began to give orders to the warships to head towards Tsushima Island 100 nautical miles away.

"We need new ships. The warships we are operating are outdated in this era."

Looking at the retreating navy on the opposite side, Zheng Zilong sighed and ordered Guo Gang: "Send a telegram to the Lord, we need the court to assist us and take over the Great Yan Kingdom's navy."

"Also, the two aircraft carriers in the shipyard, urge them to hurry up, the war is about to begin, and time waits for no one."

Under Zheng Zilong's arrangement, the navy began to move closer to the Weihaiwei Naval Base, preparing to take over the naval forces of the Great Yan Kingdom first.

Next, the imperial court plans to launch a full-scale invasion of Fuso. If the navy has not yet been unified, it will affect the subsequent layout.

"Long live..."

When the warships were returning, the Northern Legion, which had finally arrived on land at dark, cheered excitedly as they watched the Fuso Navy retreat in a panic.

The gray-haired veteran looked at the battlefield full of bullet holes and broken limbs and flesh, and took a deep breath.

Fortunately, they finally arrived.

"Second Battalion Commander of the 773rd Regiment, Shi Yunfeng reports to the Commander-in-Chief!"

A shout was heard, and the old general looked back and saw an officer with a broken arm striding towards him and saluting.

"Where is your group leader?"

The old general looked at the hundred or so people behind Shi Yunfeng and asked with a slightly frown.

Shi Yunfeng and others were silent.

After their regimental commander signaled them that there was air support, Position No. 6 guarded by the Third Battalion was lost.

Their regimental commander personally led the team and planned to retake the position. When the Air Force completed the counterattack, he was shot and fell on the battlefield. He was dead when he was sent to the rear hospital.

Looking at the silent crowd, the veteran who had fought on the battlefield all his life understood the reason.

Looking at the wounded soldiers in front of him, the veteran general straightened his uniform and saluted solemnly. (End of this chapter)