Take the arsenal to Da Ming

Chapter 92 Minghe Naval Battle ([-])

"They want to get closer to us, and we must keep a certain distance." Huang Hai let out a deep sigh.

Ye Dacheng immediately ordered to continue to circle around, while keeping the distance as much as possible, and then circle to the side of the opponent's fleet, so as to ensure a higher hit rate.

At the same time, Ye Dacheng ordered the faster boat to go around and attack the opponent's side first.

But throughout the transfer process, Ye Dacheng did not order to stop shooting, but instead emphasized free attack.

In other words, as long as there is a shooting opportunity, all guns can be fired immediately.

The reason why he dared to do this was because his artillery had a fast rate of fire and sufficient ammunition.

Unlike the current mainstream artillery, there are many programs, the rate of fire is slow, and the loading process is still very cumbersome.

So I don't want to waste every shooting opportunity, I hope to get close enough to fire.

If the shells are fired early, and when the distance is really shortened, most of the guns are still busy loading shells, it will be bad.

Ye Dacheng didn't have this burden. What he had to do was to fight the first battle well, even if he wasted some shells.

A gunner pulls the breech breech and ejects the cartridge case.

The second gunner, the third gunner, the fourth gunner, and the fifth gunner send the shells and cartridges into the barrel according to their respective procedures, and the first gunner immediately closes the breech block.

The second gunner grabbed the matchlock with both hands, and waited for the order from the deputy gunner with all his attention.

The deputy gunner kept adjusting his aim, seeking to lock on to the target.

Since the hull swayed up and down, left and right with the waves, unlike standing still on land, it was somewhat difficult to aim, and the chance to shoot was fleeting.

If there is a slight deviation, there will be a slight difference, and it will be a thousand miles away.

The moment he saw the front sight overlapping the lower side of the enemy ship, the deputy gunner shouted, "Let it go."

Almost as soon as the words fell, the second gunner yanked the matchlock without hesitation.

With a sound of "boom", the barrel shrank, and violently pushed the shells in the barrel out, the recoil made the whole ship tremble.

With a muzzle velocity of 820 meters per second, it only takes more than a second for the shell to reach a target more than a thousand meters away.

The flying shells directly hit the bow of the ship, cutting half of the entire bow, sawdust flying across, and high-explosive flames and shrapnel rushed towards the deck under the shock wave.

"Ah..." Amidst the miserable screams, some crew members were directly thrown into the sea, and some were hit by shrapnel, screaming incessantly.

Some were stunned by the shock wave, unable to hear or make any sound.

The strong shock wave directly broke the foremast, and the raging flames ignited the foremast's sails.

The fallen foremast hit the mainmast again, and the flames on the foremast sails ignited the mainmast sails.

Under the wind, the fire grew bigger and bigger, and balls of fire fell and fell on the corpses and the wounded, causing more confusion.

Just one shell left the bow of the ship in a mess, causing heavy casualties. The entire ship was severely damaged, but the mizzen was less affected, but the entire ship had basically lost power.

The captain was dragged by several uninjured crew members to lean against the mizzen mast, but his mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a word.

Blood kept flowing down from a wound on his neck, and he couldn't control it, because a piece of shrapnel was deeply pierced there.

Several crew members stood beside the captain, looking sad, because they knew that the captain would die, and they couldn't do anything at all.

Others who were still alive and able to move were fighting the fire desperately, and they couldn't even take care of the wounded, because if the ship burned down, no one would survive.

The effect of high-explosive bombs is indeed good. As long as it hits, the damage it brings will hardly be small. Against this kind of wooden sailing warship, the effect of high-explosive bombs is more practical than armor-piercing bombs.

Because of this, Tangning equipped Ye Dacheng with almost all high-explosive bombs.

The effect of this shell fell into the eyes of Ye Dacheng and Huang Hairu, and both of them were extremely excited.

"Good fight, good fight, keep going." Ye Dacheng couldn't help but praised, and the soldiers in charge of the operation were also very excited and worked harder.

The Type 40 75mm anti-tank guns on the side are also outputting firepower violently. Although the firepower is not as good as that of the 88mm anti-aircraft guns, the upper and middle shots will not be easy, and the number is better than the 88mm anti-aircraft guns.

However, the rate of fire of these two guns is only a dozen rounds per minute, and the operation will be slower if they are not skilled enough.

Although this rate of fire has far exceeded that of the Dutch army's cannons, it is still much inferior to the small-caliber anti-aircraft guns.

The rate of fire of these anti-aircraft guns with a caliber of less than 50 mm exceeds one hundred rounds per minute, and the lack of power and accuracy can be made up for in quantity.

"Bang bang bang..." Regardless of the ship's pitch, the gunner locked on to a target and hit it violently. If it missed, he immediately adjusted it until he hit it.

"Boom boom boom..." Groups of explosive flames exploded on the enemy's hull. With luck, the gunpowder in the ship would also be detonated, causing a shocking secondary explosion.

On the flagship of the Dutch army, several officers pulled Le Maire, who was almost crazy, and said earnestly: "My lord, please order to retreat, the enemy's firepower is too strong, we can't rush through."

Le Maire growled loudly, "No, no, no, we have not failed, only cowards admit they have failed."

"We must act like a true warrior, use our courage to approach them, and use our artillery to crush them."

"We're going to get onboard, rush aboard their warship, and kill those damned bastards one by one..."

"Order all warships to fight freely, by any means, approach them again, and smash them with our artillery."

"As long as we hit them, they will surely die."

Le Maire didn't want to repeat Putman's failure. He didn't want to lose to a rookie army less than two months old, even if they had more powerful artillery.

This kind of failure is absolutely an indelible shame for him.

At this moment, there was a sudden "boom", and the flagship was hit by another shell, and the mainsail was ignited, causing chaos immediately, and everyone rushed to put out the fire.

The front sail has been almost burned, if the main sail is burned again, the consequences will be disastrous.

After overturning efforts, the fire was finally extinguished, but a large part of the mainsail had been burned, and the power of the whole ship had dropped significantly, and the crew was rushing to repair it.

The flagship at this time, in addition to the severe damage to the sails, the hull was also severely damaged, with scars everywhere.

As a flagship, it will naturally be treated with intensive care. Although it is unfortunate, it is also lucky.

Because the 88mm anti-aircraft gun aimed and fired several times, they all missed. The closest one was to fly directly over the deck.

The heat wave caused by the flying shells made the crew members who were close to them feel that their whole bodies were about to be set on fire, and their souls were scared out of their wits.

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