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Chapter 65:British Navy Raising the White Flag

The distant navies of the three countries can see the situation of the British Far Eastern Fleet at this moment, and the British themselves are more aware.

An hour has passed since the two sides fought to the present, most of the warships of the British fleet have been dumb, and many times tried to use the formation to break through the enemy's formation, but they were in vain, the difference in speed of eight knots, the pursuit of the sea is almost no suspense.

No matter how the British fleet struggled, it was still haunted by the Red Guard Navy fleet, and at this time, the fire of who was stronger was tested.

More than a dozen rounds of artillery fire, the Red Guard Navy also had several warships out of the battle, the British suffered even more heavy losses, six battleships only two, and the two battleships were all in the burning, and only one main gun could counterattack sporadically.

The remaining British warships are also gradually losing their ability to attack, but the British fleet is still holding out.

On the old starship, the British sailors who were coughing constantly, did their best to put out the burning fire on the ship.

Three rounds of 254 mm shells hit the ship, blew up the rear main gun, blew up a huge mouth under the bridge, the chimney in the middle was also blown off, and the fire burned in the wood inside the ship, if not powerful enough to threaten the ammunition depot under the deck of the ship.

Fortunately, the three rounds of the shot were not a 355-caliber heavy artillery, and the 254 mm shells did not hit a fatal position, which caused the warship to still sail very strong on the sea.

As a warring side, there is only one battleship left that can counterattack, and the only main turret in the head of the old star, it is difficult to threaten the enemy.

Five minutes of preparation, the double turret roared, two shells flew toward the enemy ship ten thousand meters away, in the sea under the night, near the water column of the sky, there is still a long distance from the enemy ship.

Philmantel was still standing on the bridge, looking at the hazy shadows in the distance with his telescope, his smoky face, and even his carefully cared for his beard for many years, which had been charred for most of his time.

Joe Barn, who was on the edge of another telescope, was hoisted with a bandage, the shock of a shell explosion, the arm joints that were caught off the bruises, the face was also blacked out by smoke, and the sweatdrops on the brain door were slipping, and the face was dressed like a clown, which was quite ridiculous.

In the distance, the ship roared, and another shell fell, the nearest shell exploded less than 30 meters away from the old star, the water column in the sky provoked a large amount of seawater, the warship was immediately washed by the falling sea, and the two generals on the bridge were already soaked.

The enemy's terrible hit rate made the British Far Eastern Fleet feel heartily, but the most terrible thing was that the enemy far exceeded its own speed.

In more than an hour of naval warfare, the current battlefield position has shifted from the northern part of Belitao Island to the eastern part of Belitao Island, in the middle of the western coastline of Beridong Island and Borneo.

The British fleet was already at full speed, and constantly changing positions, but the enemies on both sides, like tamarins, could not be thrown off and avoided.

Even the preemption of the position, as well as the change of the distance and scope of each ship, have become a luxury.

The other side has always been in the combat position from the beginning, no matter how the British break through, this can not be changed.

All are old navies, and now every British sailor has understood his fate, the enemy has more powerful firepower and hit rate than himself, and also has far more than its own speed, under these factors, it is like a little guy who has just learned to walk, to face a strong man, and is abused by Mitian in minutes.

Half an hour earlier, Philimantel had given orders to withdraw from the side of the border, but the enemy had only followed, and the intensity and density of the fire had remained the same.

More than a hundred minutes have passed since the Battle of the Sea, and for nearly two hours the mighty British Far East Fleet has ceased to exist.

Six powerful battleships, the remaining two, one has lost its combat effectiveness in its all-round way, one is not much better, and the other warships are less than one-third left to run, and each one is injured, and the total firepower is not even one-eighth of the previous one.

This naval battle has become meaningless, and if the glory of the British sea is not to be supported, the remaining British sailors have all surrendered.

The Far Eastern Fleet, with twenty thousand British sailors, less than a fifth, and some of them swimming in the sea, became prisoners of the enemy.

The mighty British Navy, at this moment lost all dignity and honour.

Another row of shells fell, a shell accurately fell on the edge of the old star battleship, a large number of seawater washed again the warship, ironically, the last burning fire on the ship, actually was poured out by the sea water provoked by the shells.

Four successive rounds of shelling, the remaining British warships, not a single was hit.

But the hearts of all the English sailors were sinking more and more.

They do not think that the enemy's hit rate has dropped, but the last rounds of shelling down, the more everyone feels the more terrible.

For four consecutive rounds of shelling, the dense shells did not come within 30 meters of the warship, but the shells blocked the four weeks of the warship.

"It's forcing us to raise the white flag."Joey Bahn thrashed his straight fist on the deck guardrail and said with a look of shame.

Philimantel said nothing, and from the last three rounds of shelling he had realized what the other side was trying to say, but he could not persuade himself to give such an order.

Behind him, the fleet staff officer has some Far Eastern naval chiefs, all standing with their heads down, even the remaining main guns, have been silent, the remaining firepower on the other warships, but also very loose, in the past ten minutes, a symbolic firing of several shells.

Soldiers have no blood courage and will not be brave.

What Philip Mantel was able to change was that a large number of British sailors had been captured by the other side, and now they could not run.

“Create the white flag, order all ships to shut down the power and stop the attack.”Philimantel gritted his teeth and gave the most humiliating order of his life.

Joe Barn on the edge said that he was trying to say something, but in the end, he could only push away everyone like an angry bull and lock himself in the captain's room.

The naval battle reached its present point, and the British Far Eastern Fleet, no longer had anything to do, and then persisted, only to bury more naval elites.

Philimantle could only give the last hope to the government and the army.

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