Guan Tianpei took the stage with his clothes on, and the morning breeze brought a chill. He followed the trembling hands of his own soldiers, and at that moment, this experienced veteran felt that the blood in his body suddenly went cold.
The fog is gradually thinning under the sea breeze.
The scene revealed behind the thin mist made all the soldiers on the fort, including Guan Tianpei, hold their breath.
Six ships. No, seven ships. The iron-gray giant ship, like a wild beast crawling out of the deep sea, moored silently in the sea outside Humen. The largest one is probably twice as long as the Weiyuan Fort! The lines of the ship's hull are cold and smooth, and there is a cold, cold light unique to metal under the sun. There were not many people on the deck, only a few unfamiliar flags flying - not the English flag, nor the French tricolor.
The most frightening thing is the neatly arranged black gun barrels on the sides of the ship. They are thick and slender. They are by no means comparable to the clumsy "Hongyi cannons" of the Qing navy.
"Demon... Demon ship?" A young soldier whispered with chattering teeth.
Guan Tianpei's heart was beating wildly, but he forced himself to calm down and shouted sternly: "Why panic! It's just a novel ship made by Xi Yi. It's strong on the outside but good on the inside! Send an order to all gun positions to load solid ammunition. No gunfire is allowed without the order of the governor!" He paused and added, "Send your horse quickly and inform the governor!"
His eyes were fixed on the largest ironclad ship. The sun just passed through the gap in the clouds, illuminating the two huge Chinese characters with iron paintings and silver hooks on the bow of the ship -
Xuanyuan.
