Chapter 584 There has never been a century-old navy!
In the monocular telescope of Dutch Lieutenant General Van der Hovin, a three-mass steam sailboat of 1,000 tons, was suddenly seen rushing towards him. The veteran who participated in the Java War immediately rang the bell: "Rise the battle flag! The port side sail is facing the wind!"
On the other side, Liu Shaoting, who had just seen the lineup of the Dutch fleet, also had a cold sweat in his palm: "Brother Ding, the Dutch have at least four Batavia-class ships, and there seem to be a few steam sailboats and a few." Before he finished speaking, the Dutch flagship "Javalan" two nautical miles away had already sprayed a first round of volleys, and twenty-four pounds of shells stirred up a three-meter-high water column at the port side of the "Lanfang".
Ding Xianda's Anhui Mandarin roar penetrated the engine compartment: "Keep the course! The engine pressurizes to twelve atmospheric pressure!"
Liu Shaoting, the general manager of Nanyang Trading Company, saw that he was useless to stay on the bridge, so he simply rushed off the bridge, rushed to the gun position, and watched a cannon leader carefully spin the safety pin of the chorionic shell.
At this time, four "Malugu" class sailing against the wind were clumsyly adjusting their sails and there was no time to encircle the "Lanfang".
Before naval warfare entered the steam engine era, this class of sail patrol ships were known for their flexibility and high speed and power, and they were definitely the best among the same class. If they were manipulated by naval soldiers from the traditional naval power, the Dutch man could not defeat the opponent, and even if the ship could not defeat the opponent, they could still escape at high speed with their own flexibility. But now they can no longer keep up with the "Jianghai" class armed merchant ships with steam power!
The "Jianghai" class ship is 56.4 meters long, the main engine has a power of 392 horsepower, and the coal transportation volume reaches 80 tons. Not to mention how fast the full sail can run, its speed can reach 8 knots under pure steam power. It is not affected by the wind direction at all during sea combat, so it can run whatever it wants.
But even so, the "Lanfang" was still reached by a Malugu-class patrol ship!
"Enemy ship. Two chains of distance!" The distance finder's voice was trembling.
Twenty sparks suddenly bloomed on the side of the Dutch Malugu-class patrol ship, and the lead bomb hit the deck of the "Lanfang" like raindrops. A steam tube was blasted out of the crack, and the hot white mist instantly swallowed the rear mast.
Ding Xianda didn't even look at the white fog behind the ship, but just came a full rudder and drove the "Lanfang" to stick a "Batavia"-class "ship butt"!
The hull of the "Lanfang" turned sharply, and the side guns of the Dutch warship suddenly lost their shooting angle. Ding Xianda's pupils reflected the increasingly clear Batavia-class cruiser "Sulavesi". He could even see the silk medicine bags stuffed into the cannon chamber in panic.
The roar of the rangefinder was overwhelmed by the roar of the bow cannon.
Two chorionic cannonballs coated with yellow paint flew towards the enemy ship. The first shot exploded a huge green and yellow fireball with a diameter of seven or eight meters at the bow of the Sulawesi. The second shot penetrated directly into the porthole of the gunpowder depot. The entire battleship looked like firewood split by the gods, and the 300-ton rear mast was planted into the sea with the burning Dutch flag.
With just two shells, a sail cruiser with a displacement of thousands of tons was directly sunk!
Lieutenant General Van der Howen's sword fell on the teak deck. He opened his mouth and stared at the burning wreckage crashing towards the flagship "Madura" of the Second Column, his mind was blank.
His understanding of the navy was completely broken at this moment.
What a century-old naval tradition is not worth mentioning in front of steam engines and picy cannonballs!
Times have changed! The navy no longer needs tradition or practical experience in the sail battleship era. All it needs is advanced and huge productivity!
"Continue to install picy sour shells." Ding Xianda ordered, while controlling its steamboat and pounced on the next target. At this time, two Dutch chain bullets brushed the chimney and flew past, half of the broken cable drew on his back, and immediately tore a bloody hole, but he didn't know it at all.
Liu Yanting, who had already returned to the bridge from the bow gun position, suddenly pointed to the starboard side and shouted: "Saishui-class steam gunboat!" A new Dutch warship equipped with six 24-pound guns was coming from the flank with black smoke. Ding Xianda wiped the sweat from his face and handed the rudder back to the helmsman: "The left rudder turned the stern gun over with fifteen degrees!"
When the Lanfang completed the thrilling Z-shaped maneuver, the 32-pound cannon at the stern had been loaded. The cannon leader Zhang Ada was a veteran of the Opium War. He narrowed his eyes and estimated that the surge was not bad, and suddenly pulled the fuse. The bitter acid shell drew a light yellow track in the air and accurately drilled into the paddle wheel compartment of the "Si Shui" class warship three hundred meters away. With a loud bang, boiling steam mixed with iron and sprayed out from the exploded hull. The paddle wheel compartment was blown into the sky. The "Si Shui" class instantly lost power. A scary hole appeared in the center of the hull, and a fire ignited, and it suddenly became a waste ship.
Van der Howen grabbed the telescope and froze in the air. He saw the devilish Chinese warship suddenly raised the blood-red flag of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. The bow of the ship was looming in the smoke of gunpowder and was rushing towards him. What's even more terrifying is that the three originally lagging ships actually completed the encirclement with the southeast wind. The gun window on one side of the ship's side had been opened, and the 12-pound naval gun aimed at the stern of his flagship "Batavia".
They are not equipped with such terrible shells, are they?
"Get out of the strait!" Lieutenant General's roar was crying. Before he finished speaking, the 21 12-pound cannons on the three Guang ships had already fired, and all they had fired were ordinary solid bullets.
"It's okay." Feeling that his flagship was not hit by those terrible "devil shells", the Dutch lieutenant general breathed a sigh of relief, but heard the first mate of the "Batavia" shouting in despair: "It, it's coming"
"Boom"
Two deadly chorionic shells came! One of them hit the bow of the "Batavia", which directly exploded half of the bow, exploded a hole with a diameter of three or four meters, and fired out.
However, half of the bow of the ship was blown off was not fatal to the wooden sailboat, and the "Batavia" also completed its turn, from a headwind to a smooth wind, and then opened its sails and fled the battlefield without looking back.
Seeing the flagship run away, the other Dutch ships lost their fighting spirit and all turned around.
Ding Xianda looked at the Dutch fleet that was fleeing everywhere and suddenly felt a severe pain coming from his back. He grabbed the copper soundtrack and was about to order the pursuit, when a Fujian-caudal wail came from the engine room: "The pressurization valve exploded!" The young Ding Guandai grinned: "It's okay, we have won!"
After the news of the Battle of Karimata reached Japan, Moore wrote in his notebook: "This dozens of minutes of naval battle proved that the industrial revolution had completely changed the laws of naval development. Only countries with advanced industrial productivity can have truly powerful naval forces. Navy and maritime power will both become by-products of industrialization!"
When the remaining masts of the Dutch fleet shrank into trembling black dots on the skyline, the steam engine of the "Lanfang" finally made its last sound, and the pointer of the boiler pressure gauge hit the zero scale. Ding Xianda, who had bandaged the wound on his back, breathed and ordered through the sound tube: "Hang the sails, let's go to Java Island while repairing the steam engine!"
The next day, Wei Jun was pressing his monocular telescope on his eyes, more than 200 miles away. In the smoke rising from the gap in the castle wall, he could vaguely see the red flags embroidered with golden hoes on three sides - it was the militia of the Third Farmers' Association of Java who broke through the Dutch's last line of defense. He suddenly remembered what Luo Yaoguo said to him when he left Tianjing: "The mission of the Zhenyou Sect is to use our foreign guns to seize fertile land."
He put down his telescope and said to Liu Lichuan beside him: "Old Liu, we have taken Batavia, Semarang and Sishui should be soon! When the Lanfang arrives, you can take it to Borneo, and then take the British boat to Tianjing, report the victory to King Wu and my brother, and ask them for the aftermath of Java?"
Liu Lichuan asked: "Article Bishop, do you have any treacherous cases?"
Wei Jun frowned deeply: "Presuming Batavia, Semarang, and Surabaya, and the entire Java are not willing to fail. They have made too much money in the Dutch East India, so they will definitely fight back." His tone suddenly became cold, "I am afraid that the indigenous people on Java Island will not be in the same heart as us!"
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"What do you mean" Liu Lichuan looked at Wei Jun.
Wei Jun said coldly: "We will eventually dominate Java!"
At this moment, in the Makassar Strait, the British merchant ship Albatross is about to enter the Sulawesi Sea.
Moore dipped the tip of his pencil on the tip of his tongue and recorded his experiences on Java Island in his notebook with a shaking kerosene lamp. Finally, he wrote: "This uprising proves that when Western colonists cannot grasp the productivity of their colonies, they will eventually lose their colonies. So, can it be deduced that if Western colonists firmly control the productivity of their colonies, then even if they appear to leave, they are still in fact in control of everything?"
"Moore should be judged by this matter!" The hatch was suddenly pushed open, and Baisven pulled Friedrich and walked in. "Moore, Friedrich and I are arguing about whether foreign Chinese squeeze out the natives of Java and Malaya through hard work. Is this considered colonization? I think this is no different from what you white people do. But Friedrich believes that it is the labor of Chinese that created most of the wealth of Java and Malaya, so they are progressive, civilized, and creative rather than destructive."
Wen Xian is reading a Japanese novel called "The Story of Genji". The book is filled with a spice route map drawn by the East India Company in 1739. Among them, the Ryukyu Islands were circled in red pens. Hearing Bai Siwen's words, he just smiled faintly: "The jungle will eventually be eaten by the strong! The era of sailing that we Westerners started is just to let the strong people of the old world have the jungle of the new world!"
Chapter completed!