Master Zong Lin was dumbfounded when he saw the fireworks in the daytime. Why did the people of the Ming Dynasty still have such a terrifying secret weapon?
Isn¡¯t this too bullying? How can we fight this battle?
"My lord, forget it, the gap is too big." Zong Huan persuaded with fear: "The Bungo navy you have worked so hard to cultivate cannot be destroyed like this!"
"Hit it once, it will be called gold." Zong Lin quickly slid the rosary beads with his fingers and said with sweat on his forehead: "Our naval forces came out in full force and couldn't even capture an enemy ship. We were defeated. How could we fight against the people of the Ming Dynasty?" negotiation?"
"Alas" The unknown feeling in Zong Huan's heart became more and more serious. The Bungo Marines are afraid that they will be harmed by their lord
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On the 101 ship, in view of the previous tragedy of an arrow injuring one of the own people, the guards quickly put Mr. Zhao into the cabin as soon as there was a whooshing sound.
"Let me go, the rocket won't fly upside down this time." Zhao Hao struggled unhappily: "My nephew has already improved it!"
In fact, the northwest wind is a bit strong today. According to regulations, rockets cannot be fired when fighting against the wind. But Zhao Shizhen used wood chips to install simple three-tail fins on the Thunderbolt rocket, which finally solved the problem of the rocket turning back when there was a headwind.
Don't look at this little tail, but contains a lot of knowledge. Rockets will encounter various airflow disturbances during flight. If they are not corrected in time, small disturbances will be rapidly amplified under the combined action of inertia and resistance, causing them to fly randomly or even upside down.
When the rocket deviates slightly from its path, the tail will use the air resistance generated in the reverse direction to return it to its original orbit, which can greatly improve the stability of the rocket.
Even the number of tail fins is particular. If there were only two, perturbations in the plane parallel to the tail would not be corrected and the rocket would veer off course. Four would create more air resistance, which would slow down flight. Therefore, for this kind of rocket, the three-tail fin is the best choice.
This is science, the result of countless experiments. Without Mr. Zhao¡¯s advice, Zhao Shizhen would have been unable to do anything in a short time.
??Watching the rockets roaring away from the porthole, whether it is possible or not is another matter, but it is true that there is no more inverted flying. Mr. Zhao couldn't help but happily patted Zhao Shizhen's thigh.
"When you make your 'rocket slide', this Oda City rocket will be completely formed!"
"Oda City Rocket, what a good name" Zhao Shizhen grinned, not sure whether it was painful or beautiful.
Rockets fell on the Anzhai ship one after another, and their powerful power could penetrate a warrior wearing armor. But the most terrifying thing about it was that even if it lost power and fell to the ground, it could still continue to burn for more than five minutes - first of all, it had a long The long tail flame continuously sprays fire, and then ignites the grease-coated outer shell, and the rocket becomes a torch.
¡° Moreover, Anzhu boats are made of wood such as pine and fir. The wood has low density and high oiliness, so it is quite easy to ignite. This is why Western sailing ships must use century-old oak - oak is not flammable. Centennial oak is extremely dense, non-greasy, and extremely non-flammable! Without enough combustion accelerant and high-temperature heat source, it will not be ignited at all.
Otherwise, there were thousands of rockets in the punishment fleet during the battle of Fukuda, and the Karak sailing boat was already ordered. However, through the effective damage control and the flame resistance of the century-old oak itself, the Duke of Goa, which was hit by nearly a hundred arrows, was completely intact - so, as the saying goes, you get what you pay for, It¡¯s always right!
On the Anzhai ship, even though the sailors desperately threw the incoming rockets into the sea. However, the sails and hull still caught fire quickly. Under the influence of the northwest wind, the fire broke out and became uncontrollable after a while.
Seeing the two Anzhai boats burst into flames, Ruolin Zhenxing was heartbroken. He held his sword in both hands and shouted through gritted teeth:
"There are still less than three towns left, sailors, hold on!"
Who knows the next moment, he couldn't help but be startled and realized that something was wrong - he saw the Ming Dynasty sailboats lined up in a line, firing cannons and heading south with the wind.
The first few battleships have now left the battlefield and stopped shooting.
"If we force them back, we can give an explanation to our lord."
While he was secretly feeling lucky, he suddenly focused his eyes and saw that behind the row of Ming Dynasty warships, there was actually a row of warships waiting in formation. The two rows of warships are two towns apart which is a distance of about 220 meters.
The battleships in the front row moved out of the way, and the gunfire from the battleships in the rear row immediately came up impatiently. In this way, the intensity of shelling and rockets was maintained, and as the first row of warships gradually withdrew from the battlefield, the distance between the two sides suddenly widened again.Lining up meters away, the Ming Dynasty fleet's artillery fire suddenly became fierce again.
The speed of the Bungo navy's advance finally slowed down.
On the Anzhai ship serving as the flagship, a cannonball fell in front of Wakabayashi Jinxing. The flying wood chips instantly hit his face, and he screamed and fell to the ground on his back.
"Be the master!"
"Your Majesty, Commander!" His subordinates rushed over and helped Ruo Lin Zhenxing, whose face was covered in blood.
Although he was wearing a helmet, he was not of high quality after all. There was no face protection installed on the helmet. As a result, he was stabbed in the right eye by a sharp piece of wood. The sight of blood spurting out was shocking.
The men rushed to treat his wounds, but heard him hiss: "Get out, get out quickly"
After saying that, he fainted.
¡°Quick, Ming Jin!¡± his subordinates quickly ordered.
With the clang of gongs ringing, the Bungo sailors, as if they were just waking up from a dream and receiving amnesty, quickly turned their boats around and rowed towards the way they came. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com