Take the arsenal to Da Ming

Chapter 91 Minghe Sea Battle ([-])

"They are the red-haired ghosts from the senior staff..."

"Their course has changed again, and they want to get closer to us." Huang Hairu's face darkened, which already explained the problem.

As the distance approached, the formation of the opponent's fleet became more and more clear. There were 23 warships in total, and the smallest ship was much larger than the largest ship of one's own side.

As the former guerrilla general in South Australia, Huang Hairu naturally knew a lot about the situation of the Liuluo Bay naval battle 11 years ago.

At that time, apart from the fifty pirate ships of the pirate Liu Xiang, the enemy really only had nine warships.

The Ming army headed by Zheng Zhilong dispatched [-] large warships and more than [-] fireships, far exceeding the opponent in number.

Even so, the combat process was still very difficult, and although they won in the end, the price paid was not small.

As for the enemy, only Liu Xiang's pirate ship was wiped out, and the red-haired ghosts did not suffer too much damage. One was burned, one was sunk, and one was captured, and the rest escaped successfully.

Today, 11 years later, the situation is completely different. Now the opponent has a clear advantage in numbers, and all the large and small ships of our own side are not as many as the opponent.

Moreover, their ships are all super-large ships for their own side, and the number of artillery and crew far exceeds their own side.

In terms of army training, one's own side may be far behind. After all, the navy of the new army has not been established for a long time, and the enemy must be a veteran who is familiar with naval warfare.

The only advantage our side has is the quality of the artillery.

At this moment, both Ye Dacheng and Huang Hairu saw that the enemy fleet changed its course again and rushed directly towards their own side, and the speed increased a lot.

Ye Dacheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Have you finally stopped covering up?"

Huang Hairu's expression was serious, and he was ready for the challenge. There was no fear in his heart, only his blood was surging.

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened to less than three miles, and Ye Dacheng yelled, "Ready to fight."

The order was issued to the ships through semaphore at the first time, and the two sides continued to approach, and when they were about to approach two miles, Ye Dacheng gave another order, "Turn left and meet with the side."

After all, the flagship turned the rudder to the left first, and other ships equipped with artillery also turned immediately after receiving the order.

As for those equipped with only one or two machine guns and small-caliber anti-aircraft guns, they were hidden on the left side of the big ship, waiting for an opportunity.

"Oh, my God, what are they doing?" Le Maire, the commander of the Dutch fleet, was a little shocked to see through the telescope that the fleet of the new army was preparing to fight at such a long distance.

The deputy general next to him said: "According to reliable sources, they have been established for less than two months, so we can understand."

"Yeah, a group of idiots less than two months old. We were a little too cautious before and prepared to sneak attack. It's a pity that they found out, which shows that those idiots are not useless."

Le Maire shook his head slightly, and continued: "Eleven years ago, Putman was defeated by such a group of yellow-skinned monkeys. It is really a shame."

The lieutenant next to him also looked proud, no wonder they have the capital of such pride, they have been brutally ruling Dayuan for 20 years, and the Ming people there have not allowed them to exploit and bully them.

After such a long period of development, the Federal Republic of the Netherlands has developed more and more rapidly, and has become a veritable hegemony country, with armed merchant ships all over the world.

If it wasn't for the fact that the decaying Ming Dynasty was too far away from the United Provinces of the Netherlands, this decaying empire might have already been conquered.

Looking at the small boats of the new army in front of them, not only are there not as many as them, but even the tactics are so ridiculous.

"Full left rudder, sail at full speed..."

Although he mocked his opponent tactically, Le Maire would not really be arrogant. After all, the purpose of their trip was to snatch the advanced firearms of the new army, and they still had some understanding of the artillery of the new army.

Judging from the known information, the artillery of the new army was much more advanced, so he responded immediately and issued the order.

Immediately, the entire fleet began to turn to the left, gradually forming an almost parallel sailing posture with the new army fleet.

However, the fleet of the new army is in a straight line, while the fleet of the Dutch army is in two lines, which are somewhat staggered.

The reason for this is that the battle line tactics that have influenced future generations for hundreds of years have not yet been formally formed.

What really proposed this tactic was clearly stipulated by the British in the "Maritime Operations Doctrine" in the first Anglo-Dutch war eight years later.

The British are the inventors and creators, and the Dutch recognized and accepted this tactic naturally later, so it is normal that Le Maire is still unclear about this tactic.

But Le Maire has his own combat style. He is going to use this posture of facing each other, and then constantly adjust the course to seize the upper wind and narrow the distance with the new army fleet.

As long as he gets close enough, if possible, he will wait for an opportunity to cut apart the new army's linear formation, and then encircle and annihilate the opponent with the advantage of numbers and firepower.

This is a set of effective and tried-and-tested tactics. As long as you seize the opportunity and a favorable position, you can occupy the dominance of the battle.

Seeing that the new army hadn't discovered their intentions, Le Maire and the lieutenant next to him had relaxed smiles on their faces, feeling that the battle had already been won by [-]% before it even started.

But at this moment, the smiles on their faces froze.

Ye Dacheng didn't expect that, already close to this distance, the opponent's fleet would suddenly turn sideways and point the side at him.

How could Ye Dacheng miss such a good opportunity, ordered an attack without hesitation, and fired at the guns of the Dutch fleet with all his strength.

At five o'clock on July 23, with the first cannon fire, it indicated that the Ming-Ho Nan'ao naval battle officially broke out.

"Boom boom boom..."

Ye Dacheng's flagship launched the attack first. The 88mm anti-aircraft guns on the bow and stern, the 40mm anti-aircraft gun on the starboard side and the Type 40 anti-tank gun roared with all their strength.

Subsequently, other warships equipped with artillery rushed to fire.

All of a sudden, the sound of guns rumbled, the flames soared into the sky, and the smoke filled the air, intertwined with the roaring sea wind and the majestic waves, causing the entire sea area to boil.

In the field of vision of the telescope, Ye Dacheng saw enemy warships being shot one after another, two of them even had a secondary explosion directly, and two of them were burning blazingly.

"well."

Ye Dacheng and Huang Hairu were pleasantly surprised by the results of a round of salvo, but they did not dare to be careless, and continued to command the battle while controlling the formation of their own fleet.

Sure enough, this battle line formation can very well display the firepower of the entire fleet.

At this time, Le Maire seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell. He looked at his flagship that was already on fire, and roared in disbelief: "Oh, my God, what's going on? They are so far away from us. Fire."

"Damn it, our intelligence was wrong. Their artillery is more advanced than we thought, and it can shoot accurately at a longer distance."

"Those idiots are going to kill us, kill us."

"Turn around...full rudder to starboard..."

Le Maire was furious, cursed, and gave various instructions to adjust the formation. The entire fleet could no longer be divided into two columns and placed in front of the enemy. The goal was too big.

Le Maire's first thought was not to escape, but to turn around and rush towards the new army fleet.

Because only when the distance is shortened can their artillery play an effective role.

(End of this chapter)