From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 914

"That's not how you fight! That's not how you fight!"

Nie Zairong stamped his feet on the deck and yelled, "Who told them to fight like this! Encircle and trap them, and annihilate them. As long as this is done, casualties can be reduced!"

"Why do they fight like this? This is brute force! Many more people will be sacrificed!"

Guan Lu sighed, "General Nie, there is no other way. The ships of the navy soldiers can't support the implementation of tactics at all. They can only fight the enemy with the most clumsy method."

"If this goes on, the Dutch will be wiped out in half an hour at most."

Nie Zairong's eyes were red and he choked up, "I know, I know everything, but that's the life of my navy soldiers!"

This sentence made everyone silent.

This is war.

Sacrifice is inevitable.

"Fuck you..."

After a long silence, Chu Feifan suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Give me a ship, and I will kill the Dutch devils!"

"Fuck you, I'm so angry that I can't live without killing a few of them."

At this moment, he was actually heartbroken for the sacrifice of the navy soldiers, and he was also heartbroken for the people of the court.

Chu Feifan felt incredible, but he was just angry.

Why did these foreign bastards cross tens of thousands of miles of sea to bully us?

Why did we have to die so many compatriots for these beasts?

Thinking of this, he shouted: "Are we standing here to watch the show? Let's go and fight!"

Ye Qingying said: "The battleships and cruisers are seriously damaged. If they join the battlefield, they may be scrapped."

Nie Zairong took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said: "But at this moment, we can't care so much! Even if we risk being scrapped, we must join the battle to reduce the sacrifice of the soldiers of the Fujian-Guangdong Navy."

"This is indeed irrational, but I have to do it!"

"Marshal blame me! Just chop off my head!"

Nie Zairong shouted: "Send flags! Fujian-Guangdong Navy! Attack with all your strength!"

At this moment, there was no reason, only hatred.

Five battleships and four cruisers, dragging their broken bodies, joined the battlefield.

They rushed onto the Dutch battleships and started fighting.

This battle had long lost its suspense. The Dutch didn't even have the chance to surrender. They could only go to reincarnate.

Chu Feifan picked up a knife and took a few steps to the deck. Seeing the Dutchman who was still struggling, he chopped off his head with one stroke.

He was also bloodthirsty and chopped all the way to the inside of the cabin. Seeing someone holding a gun, he was frightened and kept retreating.

Chu Feifan understood, and he grinned: "You dogs and beasts, have you run out of bullets? It's time for me to be arrogant!"

He rushed over and chopped the man in half with all his strength.

The battle was almost coming to an end.

Ye Qingying climbed onto the deck, killed her way into the cabin, and killed her way out.

She was relieved only after confirming that all the Dutch were killed.

Then he saw the bodies of the Dutch all over the ground, and a figure sitting in a pool of blood among the bodies.

This back figure looked a little familiar.

Although he was sitting, holding a knife in his right hand, his left hand was tightly holding a flag. The flag was red, and there were two big words on it - "Protect the Country"!

Ye Qingying walked around and finally saw the bloodstained face, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Liu Zhe? Is it you?"

She was really a little shocked, because in her perspective, there was no news about this person since Yunzhou, and now he appeared in the Penghu Bay naval battle.

Liu Zhe raised his head, was silent for a long time, and then murmured: "It's Captain Ye, long time no see."

At that time, his father was the prefect, he was the biggest nobleman in Yunzhou, with many followers around him, and many ladies from noble families pursued him.

But he likes beautiful ones.

He likes Zhao Jianjia, but Zhao Jianjia married Zhou Yuan.

He likes Xue Ningyue, but his father said that Xue Ningyue should not be messed with.

He likes Cai Ni, but was ruined by Zhou Yuan.

He likes Luo Ruanzhi, but she is the daughter of the prince, and he is not worthy of her.

He also likes Ye Qingying, also because she is beautiful, but was beaten.

Those young years seemed like yesterday, but they also seemed like things from the past life.

He held the flagpole in his hand and said slowly: "I didn't expect that we would fight side by side."

Ye Qingying thought for a while before saying: "There is no grudge in the face of national war."

"Besides, who doesn't have a time when they are young and frivolous?"

"Now you are no longer a playboy, you are a soldier."

Liu Zhe was silent for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, I am a soldier."

He stood up, raised the flag in his hand high, and pointed it to the sky.

The sky finally dawned.

ThisA mighty national war finally ended.

This long night of the Great Jin finally turned the page.

The drums sounded.

That was the announcement of victory.

Countless surviving soldiers cheered to the sky, or cried bitterly.

This real victory, everyone has waited too long and paid too much.

Nie Zairong stood on the deck of the Drutte, watching the dawn in the east, the red sun rising, and was filled with emotion for a moment.

The bloody sunlight illuminated the cold sea, and the remaining flames were still burning.

The day is back, and the peace here is back, but it’s a pity that those martyrs who died heroically will never come back.

"General Nie, don't be too sentimental."

Guan Lu said calmly: "The rise of a nation is inevitably accompanied by sacrifice. This amazing war has given us a lot of growth."

"Remember these experiences, let us become stronger, and let our descendants no longer experience such suffering."

Nie Zairong nodded heavily and said in a deep voice: "This heavy sacrifice, I hope everyone will remember that if you fall behind, you will be beaten."

"Dajin must rise! Definitely!"

At this moment, on the main island of Penghu, Zhou Yuan also saw the sunrise.

At this moment, he had no joy in his heart, but a sense of regret.

Unlike the Battle of Hezhou, he did not cry and fight this time, nor did he tear his heart, but felt the sorrow of the times.

The road to rise is so difficult. I hope that the next generation will not have to suffer the hardships of this generation.

In order to recover Dongfan Island and drive away the powers, this battle was so tortuous and the price paid was so high.

He and the people around him also experienced life and death.

Zhou Yuan felt that he had grown up.

People don't become strong in a single moment.

People become strong through countless forging and tempering, constantly adhering to the Tao, learning experience, and finally becoming strong.

Zhou Yuan can be sure that if he fought the battle three years ago, he would definitely lose miserably.

But he can also be sure that he is now able to fight the battle three years ago with ease.

He is also growing up.

Zhou Yuan is confident enough to face greater challenges and difficulties in the future.

Perhaps it is not just him, but the entire Dajin has become tough and powerful in the tempering of blood and fire.

"Western invaders can occupy a country as long as they put a few cannons on the eastern coast..."

"Such an era is gone forever."