"Success!"
Not only did Ding Yunhai shout excitedly, but other people in the cabin also cheered loudly.
As an airship officer, Ding Yunhai has been studying how to fly an airship in the past few years.
"With all countries around the world equipped with airships, we must study how to intercept airships!"
Airships are difficult to destroy, and bullets hitting them have almost no effect other than leaking a little hydrogen gas.
So, after researching and researching, Ding Yunhai turned his brain to the leaked hydrogen. His tactics were very simple, which was to use machine guns to make holes in the airship, preferably concentrating on a certain area, and then use the signal flares to use the flames of the flares.
Ignite leaked hydrogen gas.
This seems simple.
But the actual operation is not easy. First, the holes opened by the bullets must be dense enough, secondly, the leakage of hydrogen must be enough, and thirdly, the signal bomb must hit the leakage area exactly...
Although it was not easy, after destroying the first airship, when the Brazilian airship turned into a blazing torch, unlike the cheers of the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty airship, Peaso and others were all frightened.
They didn't care about maintaining any formation, and fled towards the north. The Brazilians were fleeing, and the Ming airship was chasing. A dense rain of bullets strafed the airship, and flares dragging fire dragons streaked in the air.
Through a beautiful arc.
Because the Brazilian airship descended to an altitude of more than 500 meters, people on the ground also saw this wonderful air battle.
This is the first air battle in human history!
In the air battle that lasted for an hour, the Brazilian airship force lost two airships!
Although it was just an airship, this result still dumbfounded the people on the ground, especially Major George of the British Navy who was about to leave Montevideo and several other foreign naval officers.
I came here with the Brazilian fleet as an observer, but when they were about to leave, they witnessed this fierce air battle.
They were dumbfounded and stared blankly at the falling airship in the distance, watching the airship turn into a torch. After a while, Major George said.
"Damn it, the Ming people have obviously mastered the technology of airship air combat!"
"Oh, it seems that the airship is not as powerful as imagined. Are they using a flare gun? Can the flare gun penetrate the airship?"
Several officers from the United States, France and other countries standing on the deck were talking to each other.
What is certain is that they learned a lot from this air battle, or at least gained some enlightenment.
"The flare gun can't penetrate the airship!"
Major Pearce, the U.S. Navy attaché in Brazil, said directly.
"We tested it."
Every country has studied how to fly airships, but the results are always somewhat unsatisfactory.
But now, they actually saw how the airship was shot down.
"But how did they do it?"
"When we return to Rio de Janeiro, we can naturally obtain this information from the Brazilian airship officers."
They are going back to Rio de Janeiro. This is the last merchant ship to leave Montevideo. The passengers on the ship are rich and noble, and of course there are many foreigners.
"May God bless them!"
When the merchant ship's whistle sounded and it slowly sailed away from the port, George and others still looked at the sky. Today, the sky gave them too many surprises...
The shelling and bombing never stopped in the following days. What did the people in Montevideo feel?
Of course it is fear, because the bombing of airships is not limited to the outer defense lines or fortresses. Sometimes, airships will also bomb the city, but they bomb the warehouses at the docks and the arsenals in the city, and these places are the most bombed.
The impact was that prices in the city were getting higher and higher. After the supply of meat was cut off, the price of flour also increased one after another.
Although high prices have a great impact on ordinary people, for people in the city, they are now more concerned about the situation on the front line.
Nowadays, most of the people in Montevia are women. Whenever they have time, they gather in groups in front of the telegraph office or in front of the locked newspaper office. But few of them go to the Brazilian Army.
At the entrance of the headquarters, because as we all know, Ming people's airships have bombed the headquarters many times, and the beautiful War Department building has long been destroyed by bombings, so now people are waiting at the telegraph office and newspaper office, waiting
Telegram from the front.
What are people waiting for?
Of course it was information from family members. The women did not speak, but their stern faces looked very serious and serious.
Almost every household in Montevideo has someone on the front line, including their sons, brothers or fathers, and of course lovers or husbands. What the women are waiting for may be the announcement that someone in their family has been sacrificed.
.
People died every day, and women were just waiting for the news of death. Their families, their husbands, lovers, brothers, and sons could die at any time, in the shelling of the Ming Dynasty.
Cosette was very familiar with the scene in front of him. A few years ago, before the fall of Buenos Aires, women there were just like now, crowded at the door of the telegraph office or newspaper office, waiting for
Not news, but a death list!
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a notice was posted outside the newspaper office, which was the list of today's dead. As the list was posted, many women there burst into tears.
"Andre, my Andre..."
Cosette suddenly cried loudly. She was crying out her husband's name. Her husband was dead.
She had lost a husband in Buenos Aires a few years before and fled here to marry Andre.
But what about now?
She lost her husband again!
She lost two husbands in two wars, and her husbands all died on the battlefield. She looked around blankly, looking at the women around her who were crying like her. Some were crying, and some were crying.
People are rejoicing, rejoicing at God's blessing that their family members' names are not on the list.
"Damn it, I'm a widow again!"
After leaving the newspaper office, Cosette said to himself as he walked, looking at her she even regretted it now, why did she escape here?
If she had married a Ming man like Amicia did, at least she wouldn't have to go through such torture again.
"Oh, God, how could this be right?"
While Cosette was talking to herself like this, another thought suddenly came to her mind.
"Maybe it's not too late now. If the Ming army captures this city, maybe I can find a Ming officer to marry him. Oh, God, how could this happen?"
When this idea came to her mind, she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. In fact, she had such an opportunity a few years ago, but what did she choose at that time?
Looking back now, I was so stupid at that time. If I had stayed in Buenos Aires, maybe I wouldn't be like now, becoming a widow again and losing my husband...
(End of chapter)
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