Tie it up!”

Gao Jiu helplessly pulled out a rope.

Not everyone can endure five hours of continuous bombardment, and he was not the only one who went crazy.

There was one a few minutes ago, and it disappeared within half a minute.

The white ears at the entrance to the bunker are his!

"Damn it, why hasn't the arsenal ship arrived yet?" On the sea, Chen Laohu cursed anxiously when he saw the scene on the shore.

The water in this sea area is quite open, but the draft is too shallow.

Large ships cannot drive over, and the Shanzi-class battleships can only watch from a distance.

The artillery on the destroyers has a range that is out of reach and cannot provide fire support.

Although the aircraft carrier was dispatched, the French's anti-aircraft firepower was also terrifyingly dense.

In one morning's fighting, eight aircraft were lost.

The plane doesn't matter, it can afford to lose it, but the pilot can't afford to lose it.

These people are all talents of the Ming Dynasty.

Moreover, once these pilots are captured, they may leak the secrets of the Ming Dynasty aircraft.

Just looking for these pilots or the bodies of the pilots at the front resulted in the casualties of two companies.

Now, there are still two pilots who are neither alive nor dead.

Stopping the bombing was proposed by the front line. They believed that the plane bombing was causing trouble for them.

Now, the only thing available is the arsenal ship.

But the arsenal ship was late!

"The French threw a lot of fishing nets and other things into the sea, and the propeller of the arsenal ship got entangled.

Now we can only rely on the tugboat to drag it this way!"

The staff officer was also very helpless. Who would have thought that the French would actually come up with such a trick that was not a trick.

According to the horsepower of the arsenal ship, if one or two fishing nets are thrown into the propeller, they will be broken into pieces very quickly.

I don’t know how the French did it, but these fishing nets entangled the two Ming arsenal ships.

"Yeah, give him an hour. If he doesn't get there, I'll kill him."

Chen Laohu is also anxious!

From morning to noon, the French shells fell like raindrops and never stopped.

The small dock in La Ciotat had long been blown to pieces by artillery fire.

Now the troops had to land on the beach and then advance in depth.

The only good news is that in order to resist the Ming Dynasty's landing, the French built many cannon shelters and fortifications.

The soldiers of the Marine Corps relied on these to avoid being killed.

The French infantry also took advantage of the bombardment to launch two attacks, but they were all suppressed by the destroyer fire on the sea.

The battle was at a stalemate.

The French tried every means to attack, but the Ming people hid in the fortifications and could not get out.

It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that the arsenal ship finally appeared on the sea.

On the French side, they still kept firing.

Chen Laohu thinks that many of the gun barrels should be destroyed by now.

Ravanelli was also extremely worried. When the war started in the morning, he asked for assistance from the interior, especially artillery shells.

He knew that the Ming army's artillery fire was fierce, and if he wanted to capture the Ming army's position, he could only rely on the cover of darkness to attack at night.

During the day, the Ming army could only be suppressed firmly with artillery fire.

If they are not allowed to reinforce the fortifications, they can also destroy some fortifications with mines and the like.

But in this case, the artillery shells are too useless.

The commander of the artillery called and said that the shells could still hold up for a day, but the barrel could no longer hold up.

The barrels of some cannons were red!

"Take turns to bombard the Ming army's landing site and change the barrels quickly." Ravanelli put down the phone impatiently.

Although he had been mentally prepared for it, he still couldn't help but feel upset when the day came.

"Damn it! We can't wait a few more days. I have already been transferred back to Paris through connections. In a month or two, maybe it will be done."

Ravanelli complained angrily!

But when the Ming army came, just complaining wouldn't do it.

We have to come up with something. From last night to now, the only good news is... there are not many Ming troops landing.

Ravanelli did not notice that two different warships appeared on the sea.

"Open fire and blow up all the French cannons."

Having been bombarded by French artillery fire for several hours, Chen Laohu had long been suffocating.

"Deputy Commander, they just arrived...!"

"Why, have you been waiting for them for several hours in vain?" Chen Laohu looked at the staff officer with a dark face.

The staff did not dare to say anything anymore and could only give the order to the arsenal ship to launch immediately.

The captain of the arsenal ship was terrified!

Missing the deadline is a capital crime!

What's more, it is such an important battle.

Damn the French, the fishing nets thrown into the sea are entangled with kelp.

The fishing net entangled the propeller, making it difficult for his arsenal ship to move forward even half a minute.

In the end, a tugboat was called in to drag his warship to the battlefield.

But in terms of time, there is a difference of several hours.

If it weren't for Chen Laohu's nephew, he would have been shot by the envoys sent.

"Prepare! Prepare! Fire!" He gave the order in a panic.

The arsenal ship didn't have time to calculate the shooting points, and began to spray wildly outside.

Ravanelli was still holding the phone, asking the artillery commander to maintain continuity of firepower as much as possible.

Suddenly, there was an explosion sound like the earth was shattering, which made the glass "buzz" and "buzz".

After taking a few steps to reach the window, flames and smoke were already rising into the sky.

The Ming army began to counterattack!

"Hey! How are the losses? Are you okay?" Ravanelli rushed to the phone like crazy and called the artillery commander who had just put it down.

"Our position here has not been shelled. I don't know what other positions are like."

Ravanelli breathed a sigh of relief, it was just fine that the artillery position was fine.

I can't imagine what a battle of this level would be like without artillery support.

The rockets of the arsenal ship are basically covering fire.

Whether the shot hits or misses is entirely a matter of probability.

The shooting parameters calculated in advance were inaccurate, and almost all the rockets missed.

This round of shooting caused no substantial losses to the French army at all.

With the help of the tugboat, the arsenal ship turned around with difficulty.

Start firing rockets from the other side!

While turning, the rockets on the other side began to be loaded in a panic.

"Boom!" A rocket fell to the ground.

"Be careful. If this thing blows up, we'll go to heaven."

The squad leader whipped the recruit next to him!

"promise!"

The recruit was very nervous and bent down to pick up the rocket.

Suddenly, the ship's hull shook violently.

The rocket fell to the ground again, and he saw sparks emitting from the tail of the rocket...!
Chapter completed!