But less than a minute after he gave the order, two more anti-ship missiles hit the battleship, which was about to become a fireball.
One missile hit the No. 2 turret, and another missile hit the bottom of the bridge. These two missiles caused greater damage to the battleship, and at the same time, they also had a greater impact.
The billowing smoke covered the entire bridge, and the choking toxic gas made it impossible for everyone on the bridge to continue their command work.
In desperation, the command headquarters can only move, which may have a more serious impact on efficiency than the battleship itself being damaged by missiles.
The raindrops falling in the sky were not able to extinguish the raging fire on the battleship. The increasing wind and waves tortured the already riddled hull. In the narrow internal corridor of the battleship, the sailors passing by were twisted and collapsed by the steel.
The sound tortured me, and I waited in fear for the final moment to come.
Finally, a bulkhead collapsed and seawater poured in along the gap. Damage control personnel rushed to the corresponding location immediately and closed the hatch to block the inflow of seawater.
For safety reasons, the ammunition depots under the No. 2 and No. 3 main gun turrets have begun to be filled with water. The fire there has indeed been somewhat controlled, but the speed of the entire battleship has slowed down and the firepower has been seriously affected.
Now the No. 2 and No. 3 turrets are no longer operational, and only the No. 1 and No. 4 turrets on the entire battleship are still functioning normally.
However, the bow of the battleship points to Rewind Port, so only the No. 1 turret on the bow can fire at Rewind Port, and the No. 4 turret at the rear of the battleship cannot help.
The optical sight above the battleship's bridge was obscured by thick smoke and could no longer be used normally. More than half of the entire battleship's fire control was paralyzed, which also seriously affected the use of remaining firepower.
Everyone knows that they will be doomed if they continue like this. This is something they have determined since they left the Osa military port. The question is, when death is imminent, how many people will have the courage to face the arrival of death calmly?
"Sir! The main gun of the No. 1 turret has been loaded and has been aimed at Rewind Port... there are still about two kilometers to enter the range." The adjutant hung up the phone and reported to his commander.
The Elf captain dislikes the current command room very much. He prefers to stand in the command tower, where he can see the endless sea and breathe the refreshing air.
Now this place is inside the ship, closed and depressing, which makes him very unhappy. But there is no other way, now he has no better choice.
The lighting above the head flickered, making everyone nervous for a moment: the battleship's power supply had begun to become unstable, which was not a good sign.
However, they still have hope. As long as they survive for a while, they can fire two shells at Rewind Port. With the destructive power of the 380-caliber main gun, the two shells are already very deadly.
If you are lucky, these two shells can even destroy most of the port, making it impossible for the other party to use the dock for several days.
Of course, if they have better luck, they can even fire a second salvo. Then there will be four shells, and the damage will be doubled!
Just when he was daydreaming about whether there would be a third round of salvos, and even letting him rush into Rewind Port to wreak havoc, two missiles suddenly hit him directly in front of him, directly hitting No. 1 who had already raised his gun barrel.
turret.
On the ancient defensive fort of Rewind Port, behind several muzzleloaders that existed here during the Cyric era, next to a command vehicle with a radar antenna erected high up, the twin launch boxes supported by hydraulic rods have been
The tail flame emitted after the missile was launched was smoked black.
In the command launch vehicle, the commander of this shore-based anti-ship missile launch site put his hands behind his back and looked at the target on the radar screen with a serious expression: "Can you confirm the results?"
"The weather conditions are not good, and there are no planes nearby to confirm the results of the battle..." the men around him replied with some regret.
As the port closest to the front line of the Tang Army, Refeng Port certainly could not be undefended. The battlefield that the battleship Yangmu expected simply did not exist.
The Tang Army deployed anti-ship missiles on the ancient fort of Refeng Port. Even if the Yangmu really touched the periphery of Refeng Port, they would not be able to really destroy the port.
The oncoming anti-ship missiles suddenly shattered the psychological defenses of all the officers and soldiers on the USS Yangmu battleship. They thought they had a chance to exchange their own deaths for a trivial victory, but in the end they discovered that their expectations were just a chance.
It's just a fantasy.
With a huge explosion, the battleship Poplar, which had almost lost its forward speed, turned into a huge fireball. In the increasingly heavy rain, it broke and sank, and finally disappeared among the rolling waves.
Soon, the destroyers of the Tang Army arrived at the oil-stained waters and began to salvage a small number of drowned elf soldiers.
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The naval general of the Yangmu Empire, dressed in a snow-white military uniform, reported the results of the navy's sneak attack plan to Yangmu I: "I regret bringing this news... Your Majesty, the last battleship of our army, the Yangmu, was destroyed in several battles."
Confirmed to have sunk hours ago."
Yang Mu I was not surprised. This was just a desperate adventure: "Are there any results?"
The naval admiral shook his head: "I don't know about that. The Tang Army said on the radio that it had sunk the Osa. They salvaged about 300 crew members. The remaining officers and soldiers are probably in danger due to weather conditions."
"I understand... you go down." Yang Mu I sighed slightly. He pushed out the few chips in his hand, but lost all his money time and time again.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The general lowered his head and agreed, but did not leave the room immediately. Instead, he hesitated for a moment and continued to persuade: "Your Majesty... the navy's large battleships have been lost. We have to think about it.
The port of Sarang and other coastlines are safe."
Yang Mu I waved his hand helplessly and looked away: "It's a waste of energy to think about it. The opponent can attack any position, and we don't have the ability to set up defenses everywhere. The result will be the same."
"But Your Majesty, if you don't respond, sooner or later you will have to..." The general wanted to say something more, but his words were interrupted by Yang Mu I.
Yangmu I, who lost another battleship, felt that his frugal efforts to build a navy for so many years was a complete joke: "I know, but now we can no longer spare the extra troops to strengthen the coastal defense line. We even captured Rewind Port.
If you don’t come back, trying to keep Ossa is simply a joke.”
