. "Send a signal, order the 'Volga Aunt' to lead the right-wing ships to turn the course and keep the column moving north at full speed. Order the transport fleet to head southwest to avoid possible attacks by the rebel fleet. Other ships follow the flagship and rush straight to the tail of the rebel fleet." Barushka was absolutely fire enough. While he asked the ships on the outside of the fleet to move north to insert them between the Red Navy fleet and his transport ships to prevent the Red Navy from fighting against transport ships without any defense. On the other hand, he personally led the warships facing the Red Navy artillery fire on the inside, and drove at high speed, and inserted diagonally towards the tail of the Red Navy's main fleet.

Perhaps the heroes had a similar view, Xu Zongyang's Red Navy formation also took a similar tactic. As soon as the "Zhenhai" in the Red Navy formation sailed out of its effective range of artillery fire, he quickly followed the orders issued on the flagship and led the four warships in front to the northwest first, then straight west, taking advantage of their speed, and blocked the Tsarist Russian warship battleship that was trying to move northward.

However, the flagship "Humen" that Xu Zongyang personally took charge and the seven subsequent Red Navy warships were unexpectedly not following the battleships in front before turning, but instead began to turn northwest in place, which happened to form a reverse parallel with the ships of Barushka.

It's great, twelve to eight, with the number of advantages, and the artillery fire of his fleet can be fully launched. Once the Red Navy ships move a little northwest, they will be hit by another battle line. Barushka was happy. It seems that these ignorant Orientals do not understand real naval tactics and actually gave up such a good battlefield advantage just now.

This naval battle has since been divided into two battlefields. To the west is the fierce battle between the Red Army's Jiangdian Fleet and more than a dozen Tsarist Russian gunboats, and to the northeast, seven or eight miles away, there is the decisive battle between the two main fleets.

The Red Army's Jiangfang fleet entangled more than a dozen small gunboats from Tsarist Russia. A group of gunboats surrounded one or several Tsarist Russian gunboats. The smoke rushed over the wide sea, and the sound of gunfire was shocking. One side was densely fired, and the other was fierce. Both sides seemed to be red-eyed. Even if their respective ships kept burning and capsizing, no one was willing to take a step back first.

In another sea area, the "Zhenhai" blocked the direction of the Tsarist Russian formation, forcing the Tsarist Russian fleet headed by the "Volga Auntie" to force the Tsarist Russian fleet to launch a head-on attack on the Red Navy warships that occupy an advantage in numbers and use desperate methods.

It was the artillery fire that soared into the sky, and it was the death. The Zhenhai led two other warships to respond with sharp artillery fire to resist the craziness of Tsarist Russia. However, the Dinghai in the array rushed straight into the Tsarist Russian transport fleet that was desperately hiding towards the rear of its fleet. All the main guns and side cannons on the ship roared together, and the raindrop-like shells smashed the unarmed Tsarist Russian troops to pieces.

Barushka was so arrogant that he didn't even think of setting up a cannon on the troop transport ship. Although he could not catch up with the Red Army's gunship, at least he would not be beaten in vain. The sea was full of dying Tsarist Russian army officers and soldiers. They were originally looking forward to going to "fire" after landing on the shore of Shanghai, but now they can only compete with the sea.

In the southeast, Xu Zongyang and Barushka also made their eyes red. The two fleets that were slowing down almost at the same time slowly crossed, while slowly passing by, would send the countless shells that could be sent into the barrel of the gun as fast as possible to rush towards their opponents like raindrops.

"Colonel, the rebels are attacking our troop transport ship, one has been destroyed by the rebels... God... there is one..."

"Colonel, the last troop ship sank."

"Colonel, the left-wing Nikolayevsk (formerly China Temple Street) was hit and caught fire. Oh my God, no, and a thousand-ton warship... Report to Colonel, it is about to sink."

"College, the ammunition compartment of the right-wing Khabarovsk (formerly China Boli) was hit..."

Hearing the constant reports of the observation soldiers, Barushka, who had been observing the battle situation with telescopes on the flagship of the Tsarist Russian fleet, was stunned by the anger. Nikolayevsk and Khabarovsk were both the flesh of Commander Muravyov. It was them who helped the Commander to achieve the glory of winning hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of Chinese land for His Majesty the Tsar! He could not understand that a bunch of silly orientals who could not even understand what "math" meant, could they know how to tiny a navy?

Xu Zongyang's eyes turned red. When one round of shooting down and his fleet sent two Tsarist Russian warships into the seabed, his fleet began to turn around and head north again, as if he was rushing from behind at full speed to the Tsarist Russian fleet that was entangled with the Red Navy warships such as the "Zhenhai".

"Colonel, the rebels are about to escape!"

The captain Major Korcha's scream of indescribable surprise or frustration made Barushka, whose eyes were blood-red, feel even more heartless. After fighting for a long time, he lost several main warships, and the Tsar Navy in the bar bar did not have any results. Not only that, Barushka seemed to have suddenly discovered another problem. The Red Navy's shells are powerful. Often, as long as one shot is taken, his own warships seem to be broken, and the shells on these warships under his command were even four or five shots in a row, which is probably difficult to achieve their effect. Look, several rebel warships obviously emitted thick smoke, but they just didn't sink. They really met a ghost.

"Chasing, chasing, concentrating your strength, and sinking the rebels' flagship!"

The Tsarist Russian fleet changed its formation again while fighting. After taking a look, I really didn't have time to take care of my butt this time. No one would think of the "tickpoles" of the Red Navy. No wonder, this kind of thing is too new, who would always think of them?

All the Russian officers and soldiers, including Barushka, were red in their eyes and busy with their feet, complaining that they had encountered a "ghost", but the "ghost" really came to the door. Barushka was only focused on commanding the ships to swarm, catching up at full speed with the battle group led by the Red Navy flagship who suddenly changed formation and rushed northward, he never expected that in the opposite direction to the Red Navy formation, three small speedboat formations were flying over quickly behind his butt.

These small boats ran so fast that when the officers and soldiers on the Tsarist Russian warships lined up behind the queue accidentally discovered it, but before they could hang up the flag letter to inform the Balushka on the flagship, they broke through the sparse so-called artillery fire interception and "flyed" to the Tsarist Russian fleet. As more than a dozen swelling white waves quickly rose up, followed by bursts of explosions, fires rushing, and the sky was filled with broken ship boards, masts, and the lifted gun barrels, along with the bodies of Tsarist Russian officers and soldiers.

This time, Barushka would never adjust any course, but just deflected his course and rushed to the northeast at full speed and rushed out of the battlefield. He didn't want to care about anything now, and he couldn't control anything. The signal hung on the flagship was to withdraw from the battle immediately. He even had the opportunity to pick up the telescope and carefully look at the legendary "tadpole", or in other words, he seemed to have no courage. He just kept urging the engine room to "fast".

It was so terrible. Just a few things the size of a broken fishing boat would blow up thousands of tons of warships in the blink of an eye. He was glad that if it weren't for the three warships at the bottom behind his ship, he was afraid that the first one would be the one who would be unlucky. After a few days, Barushka would just close his eyes and think about the battle in Shanghai, and it would be like a nightmare.

With the farewell of the Red Navy torpedo speedboat, the remaining dozen main warships of the Barushka Third Fleet, with infinite fear, finally escaped from the pursuit of the Red Navy at the cost of two warships. However, the small gunboats that they entangled with the Red Army's Jiangdian Fleet could not escape under the encirclement of the Red Navy's main fleet that had won a great victory.
Chapter completed!