1850 American Gold Tycoon

"You should trust the artillery skills of an old artilleryman! When I served in the Swiss Artillery Regiment, I was the most famous artilleryman in the regiment!"

Sartre patted his chest and said confidently. Google search reading

He knew that the forward-loading smoothbore cannon's rate of fire and accuracy were not satisfactory, but as long as he brought these ships closer, he was still confident of sinking a few.

"Your Excellency, Colonel, you should believe in your old subordinates. We are the elite of the American Army!"

On the fishing boat, Lieutenant Colonel Lange also confidently patted his chest and said to Colonel Mason.

"What a bullshit California Infantry Regiment! They are just a ragtag group of militiamen. How can they be compared with the elite of our American regular army! We are the aces who have fought into Mexico City!"

"I heard that there are many Chinese in the California Infantry. What a joke. Ten years ago, the British's thousands of soldiers beat the crap out of their hundreds of thousands of troops!"

"Yes, yes! Your Excellency, Colonel, don't hesitate, give the order to land ashore!"

Other officers on the ship echoed.

The soldiers of the 1st Company sacked Los Angeles and made a small fortune, which made the officers and soldiers of other companies jealous.

If you can enter San Francisco and Sacramento, two places full of gold, you will definitely make a fortune.

The soldiers of the first company robbed it, why couldn't the soldiers of their other companies rob it? That's brilliant gold!

Just grabbing a small piece can provide them with several months of military pay!

They urged Mason to dock as soon as possible and enter San Francisco.

"Shut up! Am I the commander or are you the commanders?!"

Colonel Mason silenced the officers.

He is a sensible and independent person.

He knew very well that his subordinates were emotionally out of control now, and he must maintain his absolute authority in the army.

Looking at the cannons erected at Gold Mountain Bay, Mason knew that Sherman's good deeds in Los Angeles had been exposed. He only had half a regiment and he had to be careful.

Mason had his own judgment on Liang Yao's California Infantry Regiment. Liang Yao's ability to wipe out Brandon's group of gangsters at least showed that Liang Yao's armed forces were not vulnerable to a single blow.

It's just that they are infantry and have been floating on the sea like this.

"Lange! You take an infantry company to explore the road. When you get ashore, give this letter of mine to Colonel Liang. Be careful. If they do any hostile behavior, pull back immediately!"

Colonel Mason thought for a moment, took out a letter he had prepared from his pocket and handed it to Lange.

"Yes! Your Excellency, Colonel!"

Lieutenant Colonel Lange received Colonel Mason's letter and happily led a company to the port of San Francisco.

Lieutenant Colonel Lange's joy did not last long. The coastal defense battery in Jinshan Bay opened fire on them without warning.

His smile froze in an instant, and he watched helplessly as seven or eight huge cannonballs hit his fleet.

"Turn around! Turn around! They're firing!"

Lieutenant Colonel Lange saw that the situation was not going well and hurriedly ordered the ship to turn around, preparing to leave this ghost place and quickly escape from the range of the coastal defense artillery.

Lieutenant Colonel Lange might have been able to save his life if he had not turned around. Sartre, who was standing on the shore defense gun emplacement to observe the impact of the shells, was a little disappointed because the shells he fired were a little deflected.

To Sartre's surprise, the leading flagship actually turned around and caught his shell. This was a surprise.

Lieutenant Colonel Lange accurately caught Sartre's cannonball with his own flesh and blood. Before Lieutenant Colonel Lange had time to dodge, the hot cannonball smashed his torso to pieces and he completely lost consciousness.

The hot shell with flesh and blood smashed through Lieutenant Colonel Lange's body, leaving a large hole in the bottom of the ship.

Sea water poured up continuously through the large hole that was smashed through, and the hull of the ship was also torn.

This is just a small fishing boat, not a warship, and its structural strength is very fragile.

The fishermen built this boat to go fishing, not to carry cannonballs.

The soldiers on the ship were hurriedly looking for anything that could block the hole. One soldier was so anxious that he pressed Lieutenant Colonel Lange's head against the hole to block the water, because the head was just the right size.

These army officers and soldiers were obviously not skilled in sailing, so they could only use guns to threaten the fishermen who had arrived and asked him to turn around quickly.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! You old man, if you take one more shell, we will all die here!"

The fishermen who were operating the sails were also crying: "Now we are against the wind, and the wind is not strong, so we can't get up fast!"

The biggest fear of sailing on the sea is not the headwind, but the lack of wind.

As long as the sail is handled properly, the ship can sail forward in a "z" shape even when the wind is against the wind, but not as fast as with the wind.

The worst situation is when there is little or no wind. In this case, the boat can only be driven by manpower shaking the oars.

Wind is to a sailboat what coal is to a steamship.

“Paddle!”

Another fisherman saw that the wind was too light and gave up sailing. He directly took the oar from the boat and tried to paddle to turn the bow.

The soldiers on the boat rushed up and picked up the oars and started rowing. Unfortunately, they not only didn't know how to sail or row, but they also rowed randomly.

At this time, the coastal defense artillery on the coastal defense battery had completed loading, and a second round of shelling was launched against them.

With the first round of calibrated firing, the accuracy of the second round of shelling was significantly improved, with three shells hitting the fleet.

One of the shells hit the side of Lieutenant Colonel Lange's ship hard. The wooden planks on the side of the ship were torn to pieces, and the flying wood chips injured four or five soldiers who were paddling.

"Well done!"

Liang Yao couldn't help but patted the fence on the fort and praised it.

These men were clearly not professional Navy sailors and their behavior on the ship was amateurish.

"Your Excellency, Colonel, prepare the ship to leave the harbor and capture the prisoners!"

Sartre saw a fishing boat being sunk. The soldiers and fishermen on board either put down lifeboats or jumped directly into the sea to survive. He was very satisfied with the effect of the shelling.

As long as these clumsy guys haven't left the range of the cannon and given him a few more rounds of shooting opportunities, Sako is even sure to sink all the ships within the range!

"I hope I can catch a few more big fish."

Liang Yao nodded and ordered the flag carriers on the fort to flag down the San Francisco fishermen at the port, informing them to wait for the bombardment to end and leave the harbor to capture the prisoners.

As for the fleet of ships watching behind, Liang Yao is not worried. Liang Yao hopes that all these ships will enter the range of the coastal defense artillery and then give them a head-on attack.

In a fair duel on land with equal strength and equipment, Liang Yao did not have full confidence in defeating Colonel Mason's troops.

However, if Colonel Mason is willing to be a target, with Sutter as an excellent gunner and his artillerymen, Liang Yao is confident that he can name Colonel Mason's fleet one by one.

After the bombardment ended, twenty or thirty bodies were floating on the sea outside the port of San Francisco, and the surviving soldiers scrambled for lifeboats.

It's just that the number of lifeboats is limited. The soldiers who are already on the lifeboats don't want to die, they just want to get out of this ghost place as soon as possible. They did not hesitate to abandon their companions who had fought alongside them.

There was no harmony on the overloaded lifeboat. In order to survive, they even fought on the lifeboat, pushed their companions into the sea, and quickly left in the famous lifeboat.

For those soldiers who wanted to swim to the lifeboats, the soldiers on the boats did not hesitate to point guns at them, threaten them to leave, or even shoot directly.

A noncommissioned officer who was relatively good at water held on to an oar and begged the soldier on the oar to pull him up.

The other soldiers in the lifeboat unceremoniously slapped the poor petty officer overboard with their oars.

"Oh my God, what are these soldiers of mine doing?!"

Colonel Mason, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, could not believe that these soldiers who were killing each other were his subordinates, and said sadly.

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