C2777 Two groups of mad dogs (1/2)

The end of the Eastern Frisian Islands Sea War finally arrived. Xiang Ying hid behind a short wall of a warehouse and smiled bitterly as he looked at the world outside the walls.

The continuous bombardment had turned the town into a living hell. There were corpses everywhere, and the air was filled with two meters of dust, making it hard for people to breathe.

Fortunately, most of the houses in the town were made of brick and stone. Although the main building had collapsed, the remaining ruins could still be hidden by the soldiers.

Furthermore, the French Fleet still lacked large caliber naval gun like the Zhiyuan Warship s, so the casualties were still under control. However, the casualties were a slow rising curve after all, so no one dared to speak carelessly as how long the defenses of the ruined buildings would last.

”Is it still empty after all? ”All my hard work has actually come to an end. It's still a dead end …”

Almost everyone felt the fear of the impending doomsday. France was a whole fleet of cannons shooting at the same time. The intensity of the fire was extremely high, it had already covered the entire town and the surrounding areas.

It might be possible for them to survive for another half an hour while enduring against the ruins, but as long as anyone dared to rush out, they would be in an area with cannonballs wreaking havoc in the wilderness.

The war had come to this point, as if no one but God could save them, and now the British obviously wanted to be God.

The British fleet had begun to add firepower to the boilers, and while they were cruising at a low speed, the smoke from the chimneys was faint, but black smoke billowed from the noiseless pipes.

The Sailor began climbing up and down. The huge sails slowly unfurled, and the dragon bone of the ship was compressed by the wind as it creaked happily.

Huo Fu was an old navy man, so he could guess what the Englishman wanted to do with just a glance.

”Oh no, the British want to intervene! Damn it... ”Pass my order, let those battleships that do not fire their cannons block the British shipping lanes!”

”Don't be afraid, they don't dare to fire their cannons. Even if you want to hit them, you have to stop them!”

”Give me another half an hour and bomb these Chinese people. We have completed our mission …”

”Prepare the assault team, hurry up and capture the stranded Zhiyuan Warship …”

With regards to the interests of the France, these Navy who had been split up in reality were stuck together once again. The six neutral cruisers and the four battleships that had left the battle formation, they put down their hatred towards Huo Fu and gathered together in front of the British Fleet.

”Are you crazy? ”Avoiding the main channel is too dangerous, we're about to crash into a ship …”

The British sailors on the deck shouted at the French battleship, and some of the warships even started to revolve their cannons to threaten the French.

However, these French battleship seemed to have eaten enough that the British did not dare to fire their cannons.

At the most dangerous moment, the British cruiser was only less than 10 metres away from the Duke of Newcastle's flagship, forcing Zuo Manduo to dodge and almost collide into it.

”That damned bastard …” When the two ships crossed, the British sailor cursed angrily, then dropped the junk with a loud crackling sound.

Broken wooden cups, rotten leather boots, eaten apples, empty wine bottles … All sorts of trash rained down upon him.

French battleship did not want to be outdone, so she took out her trash can and retaliated against the British sailors.

The Duke of Newkes frowned and snorted, ”A bunch of lunatics... Do you really think that you can stop us just like that? Set up the boat and send the marines to take over the Zhiyuan Warship! ”