Chapter 1117: Ordered to Ram!

The sea breeze swept across the surface of the sea, and the warships broke through the waves as they sailed.

Just as Zhou Yi had judged, at this moment, the entire Western Fleet was preparing for a boarding battle.

Seeing that no matter how they bombarded them, they were unable to sink the twelve warships of the Great Song with their strange designs, Ma Fu'er was almost driven mad with anxiety.

At this moment, he finally realized that they had been tricked again.

The Great Song fleet was not without a place to escape, but from the very beginning, they had never intended to escape.

He had originally thought that the Coalition fleet was the hunter and the Great Song fleet was the prey.

But now he finally understood that sometimes, hunters often appear in the form of prey.

It was just that by the time he realized this, it was already too late.

The Coalition Navy had suffered heavy losses, with more than half of its warships destroyed or severely damaged.

He had thought about fleeing.

But the distance between the two sides was too close, only one thousand meters.

Turning the ships around to flee would make them suffer the enemy's bombardment in vain and lose even more warships.

Moreover, as the enemy warships charged over, he keenly observed that the enemy warships were sailing at a high speed, even exceeding that of their steamships.

This meant that they could not escape even if they wanted to.

Therefore, after pondering for a while in a state of hatred, shock, and anger, Ma Fu'er decided to adopt a close-quarters boarding battle.

Besides this, he believed there was no other way to win this war.

Furthermore, their number of warships currently still held the advantage, so fighting a boarding battle was clearly more advantageous.

Having figured out this point, he instead urgently hoped that the enemy would charge over.

Therefore, he also ordered the fleet to accelerate toward the Great Song fleet.

"Let us decide the outcome today!" Maluofu drew his general's sword.

He was no stranger to boarding battles; in fact, one could say he was very familiar with them.

When he was young, as a naval soldier, he would often encounter enemy warships.

In situations where mutual bombardment could not destroy the opponent, his captain would often choose to close in on the enemy warship and decide the final outcome with a boarding battle.

Today, he was facing this moment once again.

While Maluofu was preparing for the boarding battle, the Great Song Navy was also preparing.

Signalmen on the rear deck of the ships sent out orders one after another.

Upon receiving the orders, the soldiers on every warship picked up their Qin-series Rifles, loaded their bayonets, and hung hand grenades at their waists.

Although they were naval soldiers, they also received the same bayonet technique training as the Army soldiers.

The naval soldiers on the Jinling were the first to be ready.

At this moment, they were all staring intently at the approaching Western warships.

"No need to be too nervous." Song Xiang appeared on the deck at this time, his face full of smiles, without the slightest tension of a pre-boarding battle.

Because they had no intention of honestly fighting a boarding battle with the Westerners.

Using one's own disadvantages to attack the enemy's advantages—no Great Song naval commander would be so foolish.

Otherwise, he would not need to return to Yancheng to seek atonement from His Majesty the Emperor; he could just jump into the sea.

In fact, they had the soldiers load their bayonets more to clean up the aftermath and guard against the small number of stragglers who might jump onto their warships during the collision.

Ramming!

This was their next tactic.

The greatest advantage of their Ironclad Warships was their thick skin and sturdy build.

The ramming tactic was one of the tactics they had practiced ever since they received the Ironclad Warships.

Under high-speed collision, their Ironclad Warships were enough to ram a Sailing Warship into two pieces.

"Yes, General." The soldiers gripped the Qin-series Rifles in their hands.

Song Xiang nodded, looking at the increasingly closer Western warships, his expression suddenly serious, "Prepare to ram!"

After saying this, he returned to the bridge to report the soldiers' preparations to Zhou Yi.

"Next, let them see what an Ironclad Warship is!" With everything ready, a ruthless look flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes.

Undoubtedly, the Western Fleet did not choose to flee but chose to charge over; they were determined to wipe out the entire Great Song fleet.

Since that was the case, neither side needed to put on a show.

Whoever wins will be decided by the outcome of the battle!

Thinking of this, he also drew his sword, preparing to join the slaughter.

With both sides holding the resolve to fight to the death, the two fleets finally collided head-on.

At this moment, Zhou Yi could clearly see Ma Fu'er's face, and Ma Fu'er could also clearly see Zhou Yi's face.

But immediately, Ma Fu'er's face changed from a distortion full of hatred to the terror of someone facing death.

He thought the two sides' warships would collide violently, then stick together, and the boarding battle would immediately unfold.

But in fact, the six Ironclad Warships, sailing at high speed, rammed into the Western Fleet like a sharp knife piercing into tofu.

In Ma Fu'er's eyes, the deck of the flagship he was on was smashed to pieces by the Ironclad Warship.

The bow of the Ironclad Warship pierced all the way to the position of the rudder.

Under the violent impact, soldiers on both sides were unable to stand steady, swaying left and right on the ships.

But the Great Song warships continued with undiminished momentum, sailing while pushing the flagship.

After the sailing stabilized, the Western naval soldiers were just about to rush across the broken deck and climb onto the Great Song warship.

Suddenly, another huge jolt occurred, and they fell to the ground again.

It turned out that the Great Song warship, pushing their warship, had rammed into the Western warship behind them.

Then, one Western Lands warship after another collided with each other.

"This is impossible, their warships are made of iron."

In the chaos, Maluofu could no longer concern himself with commanding the battle, instead staring at the Great Song Navy warships like a madman.

After careful observation, he finally realized that the hulls of the Great Song Navy warships were made of iron.

This was why no matter how they bombarded them, the opponent's warships remained completely unscathed.

And it was the reason why, in the current collisions, the opponent was once again suffering no damage.

"They are covered in a layer of iron plating, just like soldiers wearing heavy Armor, while we are only wearing a layer of cloth clothing," Maluofu muttered.

In an instant, he felt all the strength leave his body.

He understood that they had lost this naval battle.

And they would lose it completely!

While he was in despair, the bow of the Ironclad Warship continued to ram forward; the already battered Coalition Flagship could no longer hold up, and it shattered into two pieces during the impact.

Maluofu and the officers beside him all fell into the sea.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

While the warships were colliding, the Great Song Navy soldiers were not just standing by.

They were either raising their guns to shoot at the soldiers rushing toward their bows, or throwing Hand Grenades onto the opponent's warships.

Aside from the Jinling, the soldiers on the other Ironclad Warships were doing the same.

Under the head-on ramming of the six Ironclad Warships, the scene was exceptionally tragic.

Taking advantage of the Ironclad Warships ramming the Western Lands warships into disarray.

The Sailing Warships towed by the Steamships also seized the opportunity.

With the Ironclad Warships ramming in the front, they took advantage of the Western Lands warships falling into chaos to continuously fire their Naval Cannons from their sides.

At nearly point-blank range, the Conical Cannonballs produced their maximum effect.

Under round after round of shelling, the Western Lands warships were directly blown to pieces by the Conical Cannonballs, with Flame shooting into the sky and wood splinters flying everywhere.

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