The Franco-Japanese war

sharlin

Banned
[FONT=&quot]The Franco-Japanese War – The first blows.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Aboard the Shikishima Captain Scott had to suppress a gasp as the first Japanese shells landed supprisingly close to their French targets. Columns of water towered above their distant targets, coating the French ships with nothing more dangerious than spray for the moment.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Like the French we have trained to fight at long range. With potential enemies outnumbering our fleet it was felt that long range engagements would as you say ‘even the score” Admiral Scotts translator and aide on this fact finding mission said in answer to the Englishman’s unsaid question.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]IJN Kasuga rear ship Japanese line, speed 18 knots.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The Italian built armoured cruiser was a formidable ship, originally built for Argentina the large cruiser had been purchased by Japan as tensions rose between France and Japan. Armed with a single 10 inch gun forwards and dual 8 inch guns aft the ship had a heavy punch for her size, especially when combined with the 6 inch guns dotting her flanks.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The large cruiser and her sister the Nissin had been seconded to the Battle fleet as ships of the line instead of the usual cruiser roles of scouting and fighting ships of their own weight. Now they would fight battleships as battleships themselves.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The ship shuddered as her 10 inch gun fired, thick chocolate coloured smoke spilling over her bow. The shudders continued as the 6 and 8 inch guns fired. Their target was an ugly brute of a ship, identified as a Admiral Baudin class vessel. The French ship was a huge target, looming out of the water, her high sides wreathed in smoke as her guns fired salvo after salvo. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The sea between the two ships was being torn apart, colums of water, some a hundred feet high were thrown into the air as shells fell short or long.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The Kasuga suddenly rocked to one side, the whole ship shuddering as the first hit of the engagement was scored. A 10.8 inch shell from the stern turret of the MN Formidable slammed into the 5.9 inch thick belt on the Kasuga’s flank and detonated.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The shell weighing 575 lbs was filled with high explosives and savaged the cruisers armour, ripping a 8 foot by 9 foot hole in the Kasuga’s hide, starting a fire for good measure. Moments later the cruiser shook again as two further shells landed. The first a 5.5 inch hit one of the cruisers boats and reduced it to burning matchwood, the second an old solid shot armour piercing 6.4 inch shell hit the cruisers superstructure, ripping through iron, steel and men before coming to a stop, its monumentum exhausted. [/FONT]

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[FONT=&quot]Aboard the old French battleship the guncrew’s cheered at their success as three bright flashes on their targets indicated hits. Even the Captain, a dour taskmaster permitted himself a smile. He may be in command of one of the oldest ships in the fleet but the old wolf still had sharp teeth.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The smile faded as a detonation shook his 12000 tonne command, then another, and another. The first was from a 6 inch shell which burst clean on the massively thick 16 inch steel belt of the old ship. The blast and impact dented and scorched the hull but did little damage. But the other impacts were far more worrying. A six inch shell hit well forwards, detonating right on the curved arc of the ships huge ram bow. The explosion annihilated a 3 pound gun mounting and its 4 man crew, starting a fire amongst the waiting ammunition which immediately started to cook off, the small shells blasts causing little damage but helped feed a growing fire.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The last hit was the most serious. A 10 inch, high explosive round slammed into the base of the big French ship’s thick funnel. The blast tore the thin steel to shreds, clogging the uptake with debris as well as starting another fire. Thick black smoke billowed out of the side of the now ruined funnel and the ship started to slow as the engines were partially starved of air.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Further up the two lines of ships other hits were scored. The Hoche was hit by a 12 inch round which did not go off, it left nothing but a dent in her side like a wrecking ball had slammed into her side, the flagship Marceau was hit twice by 6 inch rounds which started fires and killed crew but the French were hitting back. A 13.4 inch shell from the Neptune had hit and destroyed a 6 inch gun on the Hatsuse starting a fire that the Japanese damage control teams were struggling to put out whilst holes in armour indicated other less damaging hits.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]MN D’Estrees shoreward of the French line speed 16 knots.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Captain Domercq paced the bridge slightly, on the unengaged side of the towering bulk of the Magenta the small cruiser was of little use. Even the spotters in the mast could see little of the engagement although the little cruiser had been badly shaken by a 12 inch shell that had landed a mere 20 yards away, pelting the ship with fragments and showering her with tonnes of water.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]On the bridge a young Leiutenant swore in supprise which drew a few chuckles or reprimanding glances from his older comrades.

“My god indeed Mr Amerak, remember to control yourself please.” Captain Domercq said, not needing to raise his voice. He was just as supprised as the rest of his bridge crew. No one told them the Japanese were this good. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Any signal from the flagship? We can’t do a thing tethered here.”
“No Captain, nothing yet.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The ship rattled and then there was an earsplitting BOOM as the Magenta was hit high up on her towering, ugly superstructure. The shellburst started a fire as the ships boats, those not blasted to splinters burst into flames.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Domercq watched the flames roaring out of the wound in the battleships structure before heading over to the voice tubes.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Engineering, we’ll need full speed soon, can the engines take it?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Yes Sir, just give the word.” Came the muffled, tinny reply.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Very well. Flags, signal the destroyers FOLLOW MY LEAD. SPEED 18 KNOTS.” [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]MN Infernet 400 meters astern of MN D’Estrees[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Captain Sir, signal from the D’Estrees, it reads FOLLOW MY LEAD, SPEED 18 KNOTS.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The Captain, a old balding man whose command had patrolled the waters of this region since she had commissioned turned his glasses on the signal.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Anything from the Flagship?”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“No Captain, the smoke’s obscuring her flags and we’ve received no radio messages.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Hmm…probably because the Japanese might be able to listen in. Very well. Acknowledge the signal and repeat it, signal our torpedo boats and the Chateaurenault as well, the Jeune École (3) theory is probably going to be put to the test..”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Astern of the small French cruiser the big four funnelled commerce raider the MN Chateaurenault also acknowledge the signal and started picking up speed. The Chateaurenault was a huge ship, weighing a massive 8200 tonnes but despite her weight she was nimble, a real greyhound capable of 23 knots and her engineering crew cared for their charges like a mother cared for a child.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Despite her size and speed, the big French ship was pathetically under gunned, armed with a pair of 6.4 inch guns and a measly six5.4 inch guns, three on each side. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]As the trio of cruisers picked up speed their accompanying quartet of Torpedo boats accelerated too. In all the excitement, no one signalled the Marceau for confirmation, nor questioned the action of the cruiser and torpedo boats. Later this was put down to a mixture of smoke interference, confusion about the signals and a lack of attention due to the ‘excitement’ of being in an engagement as well as being under fire.[/FONT]

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[FONT=&quot]MN Formidable rear of the French line – Speed 14 knots and falling.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Captain Sir, we’re unable to clear the wreckage in the funnel, the fire is too intense and we can’t even get close, I swear that the paint’s burning.” The Damage control officer was smoke streaked, his uniform damp, the former pristine white now smeared with grey and black.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Understood Michelle, but do what you can, it’s imperative we keep up with the fleet.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The younger officer saluted as the Formidable’s guns fired another broadside. It took just under 2 minutes to load, aim and fire the 10.8 inch rifles mounted fore and aft whilst the 5.5 and 6.4 inch weapons barked their challenges much more rapidly, the advantage of the light shells, whilst the huge 10.8’s were loaded by nothing but hand power and winches. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“A hit! She’s on fire Sir!”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Very good guns, keep hitting her.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]IJN Kasuga Speed 18 knots.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The big cruiser was in a bad way. Hit by four 10.8 rounds as well as an even dozen 5.5 inch and 6.4 inch rounds the armoured cruiser had lost three 6 inch guns. Two had been destroyed by direct hits whilst the third had suffered a hit from a shell that had severed a chunk of the barrel. The four big shells had all been High Explosive rounds which had torn where they hit into new shapes as they blasted the hull plating into ruin. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Captain, the flooding is under control and we’re fighting the fires but we’re taking quite a pounding.”
“The enemy is as damaged as we are Commander, we will hold our place in the line unless ordered to withdraw.” The cruisers captain barked at his second in command, a vicious grin spreading across his face as he saw three bright flashes on his target followed by a much larger flash and blast of smoke and debris amidships.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]MN Formidable Bridge.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“What in gods name was that…” The Captain said, picking himself up off the deck. The old ship had rocked under a tremendous blast that seemed to knock the ship sideways and shake her like a terrier with a rat in its mouth. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“My god…Sir! You’ve got to see this!”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The signal Lieutenant called out, looking astern from his position on the bridge. Groggily the Captain walked over, and was presented with a horrific sight. Originally the Formidable had mounted three shielded barbettes, in her 1901 refit the amidships turret had been removed and replaced with a box battery that was the home for six new 6.4 inch guns, now all he could see of this boxy structure was a mass of flames and billowing smoke.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] A 10 inch shell from the Kasuga had hit clean on one of the guns as it was being reloaded. The blast destroyed the gun and its eight man crew but more importantly it had detonated the shell and propellant and that of the shells waiting nearby. The blast ripped through the thin bulkheads in the battery, setting off more ready to use ammunition that had been sent up to the guns. The end result was a charnel house of torn steel, fire and obliterated bodies.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]All three guns on the port side had been destroyed, the explosion thankfully had not spread into the magazine, but the amidships was now a mass of flames and smoke. Even the mast seemed slightly askew.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Sir! The blast disabled our radio we can’t…”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The forward gun turret fired, the blast made the Captains ear’s ring, he staggered back inside the conning tower. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Take the men from the starboard battery, put them with the damage control teams, I don’t care if you have to use bucket chains, get that fire out!”
“Yes Captain!”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Signal the flagship UNABLE TO MAKE MORE THAN 14 KNOTS.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Aye Sir!”

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1) Here you see the Kasuga after a gunnery shoot, you can see her single 10 inch gun forwards and her widely spaced funnels and single mast, this symmetry of design was favoured by the Italians who both designed and built the big cruiser, originally laid down for Argentina.

2) This is the armour scheme of the Admiral Baudin class of which the Formidable is a member. Although protected by a full length and full thickness waterline belt the armour scheme didn't protect the big ships upper hull making her very vulnerable to high explosive shells that would hit outside the armoured area.

3) The Jeune Ecole or 'Young School' was a school of thought that dominated French Naval planning for many years. Instead of building large and expensive battleships it emphasised the use of cruiser for raiding a hostile nations commerce and massed swarms of small torpedo carrying torpedo boats to sink any hostile warships attempting to blockade France as well as engaging ships on the high seas. This lead to the French developing the worlds first effective submarine arm as well as viewing the torpedo as a war winning weapon.

4) Here you see the cruiser Chateaurenauilt and her size is immediately obvious as is her handsome profile. Designed as a commerce raider the cruiser was poorly armoured but exceptionally fast, capable of running down any vessel afloat apart from torpedo boats. This picture was taken during one of her cruises in the Meditteranian.

5) Drawn after the war you see here the Formidable on fire and under fire. The image is deceptive as the ships on the right are meant to be Japanese and at this stage of the engagement were not that close.



Any comments both positive and negative are most welcome!
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Well written, clearly well researched and you spin a good yarn to boot, I for one am intrigued to see where you are going with this. Worringly enough, I find myself cheering for the French:eek:
 

sharlin

Banned
[FONT=&quot]MN Marceau Bridge.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Those that could look aft had their eyes on the Formidable, it was clear the old ship was in trouble and the flags that flew on her mast indicated her distress. Admiral Maras was basically running, heading south as fast as his squadron could to try and meet the 1st Squadron that was heading north to meet him. Any drop in speed would delay that rendezvous and expose his old ships to a longer fight, alone. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]He could not abandon the Formidable true she was the last ship in his line but she had 650 men aboard her and they could not be sacrificed. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Damn….Flags, signal the fleet REDUCE SPEED 14 KNOTS. And have we had any word from the 1st Squadron?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Not since their last message sir, they are a hundred miles away.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Maras closed his eyes, doing a quick calculation. If the 1st Squadron could sustain 16 knots and his fleet could sustain 14 knots that still meant it would take nearly three hours for them to meet. Three hours to either survive or drive off the Japanese. As he thought the Marceau rocked slightly as a 6 inch round struck her. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]With a sigh he quickly wrote down a message for the radio operator to send.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]MN Jaureguiberry Flagship of the 1st Squadron and French Far Eastern Fleet.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Admiral Sir, a message from the Marceau for you.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]It was quiet on the bridge of the Jaureguiberry. All that could be heard was the low murmur of officers giving orders and the bass thrum of the ships engines and the noise of the forced draught blowers. The whole squadron was managing to do a steady 17 knots, whilst the cruisers, destroyers and Torpedo boats was ahead, surging along at a constant 21 knots. The strain on the engines was great but this was of little matter to Vice Admiral Henri Gilbert. He took the message in his white gloved hand and read it.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]‘Am heavily engaged, damaged reduced speed to 14 knots, MN Formidable badly damaged, other ships have sustained damage. Japanese ships hit but not severely. Aid is required. Maras.’[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Letting out a soft sigh, Henri considered the 2nd Squadron’s situation. The old war wagons that made up the group were not meant to take on front line, new warships. The deployment of the old ships was meant to have been a show of strength, to bolster French power in the Far East despite grave misgivings about their chances in combat. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Tapping his chin with his thumb, the Admiral nodded for his Signals officer.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Signal the 2nd Squadron, tell them ‘We are on our way, hold your course and speed.’ And signal Commodore Elras on the Bruix , tell them to go to flank speed, tear their engines apart if needed but they must get to the 2nd Squadron as fast as they can.”[/FONT]


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1) The run to the north, a view of the Flagship of the First Squadron the Jauréguiberry making 18 knots as the squadron moved to aid the embattled 2nd squadron.


[FONT=&quot]MN D’Estrees Bridge, speed 18 knots, moving ahead of the French line.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Sir! The Infernet and Chateaurenault are following us out, with their torpedo boats.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Captain Domercq chuckled, come hell or high water if he survived this he’d either get court martialled or a medal. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Excellent, that will make this easier, signal them, the torpedo boats and the flagship. “AM PREPARING TO MAKE TORPEDO RUN ON JAPANESE LINE.”[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot](2) A weather beaten MN D’Estrees in a more peaceful time. Note the large casemates on the side of the hull just below the funnels, these housed the main guns of the ships whilst the lighter 5.5 inch guns were mounted on shield mounts fore and aft.[/FONT][FONT=&quot]
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[FONT=&quot]The Franco-Japanese War – The ‘Young School’[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]For many years the Jeune École or ‘Young School’ doctrine had dominated French Naval policy. Realising that they could not outbuild the British they would use the newly designed torpedo on small boats to sink the larger and more expensive battleships of the British Fleet. In modern times the Battleship was back in Vogue but many Officers in command of small ships had been trained to believe the value of the torpedo and torpedo boat and had trained vigorously in their use. Now, it seemed all those years of training and theory was clearly going to be put to the test.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Older Torpedo Boats were not given names, just cold, uncaring numbers. Some young officers had joked that it was easier to string three numbers together than think of dozens of names for the small boats, others glumly thought that it was easier to explain the sinking of Boat number 139 to the press than the loss of the MN Glory.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]None of those old boats were here, these small ships were on the more modern and named Torpedo Boats of the French fleet. It really didn’t matter if their ships had a name or not, the men who manned them were consummate professionals, all of who had been trained to believe in the strength of the torpedo and the torpedo boat, now was their time to put years of theory and training into practice.[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]3) [/FONT][FONT=&quot]A dramatacised picture produced post war of one of the French Torpedo Boats charging towards the Japanese fleet.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Torpedo Boat Audacieux Speed 21 knots and climbing – 18000 yards from Japanese fleet.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Lieutenant Piccard steadied himself on the rail round the front of the open bridge as the Audacieux bucked through the waves, her teak deck shaking slightly as her engines worked her to her full speed of 26 knots. A mere 113 tons in weight, armed with a trio of 15 inch torpedo tubes and two 47mm quick firing guns as well as a few machine guns the fleet had ‘borrowed’ from the Army depot before sailing the Torpedo boat was an idea ship in the Jeune Ecole’s eyes. Not the lumbering expensive battleships, but fast, small and deadly torpedo carrying craft, with a deadly sting.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Piccard pulled his binoculars up, steadying himself, use to the rolling motion of his command when she was at speed. Ahead he could see the dark hulls of the Japanese warships, their funnels billowing dark smoke whilst lighter grey smoke obscured their sides. Lowering the glasses and looking either side and astern he could see the rest of the Torpedo Boat flotilla and the three cruisers, the sisters D’Estrees and Infernet and the towering Chateaurenault trying to keep up but loosing ground as the small Torpedo Boats surged ahead.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]A grin spread across his face as he realised the Japanese destroyers, placed astern of the battleships and armoured cruisers were badly out of position, giving them a free run at the battle line, well..as ‘free’ as running a gauntlet of guns ranging from 12 inches down to 57mm would be. Already he could see the casemate mounted secondary guns swinging towards the charging ships and his own command. One of those 6 inch rounds would annihilate the valiant Audacieux. Piccard gulped down his fear returning to the business of fighting the ship. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]As the first guns were fired in their direction the small French ships started to weave and jink, their helmsman throwing the wheel in the direction of the officers on the small platform that was the ships bridge. The torpedo boats spread out slightly, sticking in their four ship squadrons, but giving each other enough room to manoeuvre. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The so called ‘prophets’ of the Jeune École, those who had helped build and train the small ships and had changed French naval policy for the better part of a decade would have been terrified if they knew what their ships and crew were up to now. The Torpedo boat was a dagger, not an axe, and a dagger was best used in the dark, where it could not be spotted. Here in broad daylight, taking part in a naval version of the Charge of the Light Brigade the old Admirals would either be crying or accusing the Officer who ordered the attack of heresy and calling for him to be shot.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Ahead of the charging French ships a column of water was blasted into the air, then another, and another, the shots wild but rapid.
“Heavy work eh Number One?”
“Yes Sir! Not quite like the training eh?”
“Well yo….” BOOOOOOOOM![/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Piccard and the young midshipman on the bridge turned to the source of the sound. Boat 079 was gone, the shattered remnant of her bow, rapidly filling as it pointed vertically in the air and a cloud of smoke was all that marked the passing of the ship and her 80 crew.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]MN Chateaurenault - Bridge[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“My god…guns, open rapid fire, if we can at least distract the Japanese gunners we’ll keep the torpedo boats alive a bit longer.” Captain Vaujean barked, as his crew hurried to obey. Seconds later the bow and port gun barked their challenges and kept throwing rounds at the Japanese fleet. The big cruisers Captain had a reputation for boldness and dash which made him a perfect choice for the fast cruiser who’s main role would be to hunt down merchant ships in a time of war. His thin, immaculately waxed moustache sat atop lips that were almost pouting. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Signal the D’Estrees and Infernet; OPEN FIRE MAIN GUNS. PROVIDE COVER F..” the signal was not needed as the two smaller but oddly, better armed cruisers opened fire as well, flinging shells at the Japanese fleet like it was going out of fashion. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Grumbling under his breath, Captain Vaujean nodded as he received a report that his ship was at flank speed, 23 knots. Damn good for her age. The forced draught blowers were screaming, the heat in the boiler rooms was over a hundred degrees but still the men were pouring coal into the hungry boilers.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Sir! Masthead reports enemy is turning out to sea!”

“What!?” Bringing his telescope, an antique of excellent quality up to his eye the irate Frenchman could see the Japanese were turning, opening the distance between them and the onrushing small ships. But this also brought their broadsides to bear and Vaujean had to suppress a shudder as he saw the guns on the lead ship point what seemed right at him.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Hah! It’s working! The enemy are opening the range, turning away from the battleships! Signal the Marceau tell them what’s going on and tell them we will keep up the attack.”
The radio officer’s reply was drowned out by the sharp crack of the fore 6.4 inch gun and the exultant cry of “Hit!”[/FONT]
 

sharlin

Banned
The Franco-Japanese War – Fort Bayard

Fort Bayard, a major French port, formerly a part of China until the end of the Opium wars and the defeat of the Boxer Rebellion saw the port city allocated to France. Decades later the port city would be called Zhanjiang but now its name held. A major coaling point along the Chinese coast and too close to the Japanese lines of communication and advance to be ignored the decision was taken to take the port and city by force. The first step was a blockade. The Battleships Mikasa and Ashahi supported by some of the older units of the Japanese fleet, most of which were veterans or prizes from the Sino-Japanese war less than 10 years ago would bombard any defences and ensure that no French warships contested the landing or movement of any troops. The two ultra modern battleships were there as insurance, if a French warship was in the port, it would be destroyed, if not , the old ships could maintain the blockade whilst the two new ships sailed to meet the fleet and take their rightful positions in the line.

Kwangchow Bay formed the centerpeice of the French colony. The huge natural harbour was home to two French shipping companies as well as the distribution center for coal mined from the surrounding region. As such, it was well defended. The 1st Tonkinese Rifles Regiment, 3000 strong in their distinctive dark blue ‘pyjamas’ and rounded hats as well as Two full Regiments of French Troops, one of which had recently arrived in the region formed the main fighting strength on the ground. Supporting the infantry was 36 of the brand new 75mm guns, one of the best artillery pieces in the world.

Coastal defence was covered by old guns from equally old ships re-purposed for use from land. Six of the old 14.6 inch guns from the Formidable and Amiral Baudin had been removed prior to their refits. Now mounted behind earth and stone bulwarks the guns had a commanding view of the port. They were supported by six 5.5 inch guns spread out in two batteries of three guns each. But the Fort didn’t just rely on its guns or infantry. An underhanded, downright ungentlemanly weapon was also deployed to the Far East. The Submarine.
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MN Castor speed 4 knots. 10 meters beneath the surface.

The tiny submarine was crawling along at near full speed. The low hum of her electric motor competed with the murmur of the crew in their tiny steel bubble of air. The humidiy inside the small vessel was nigh unbearable. The cooling fans working overtime to circulate air. The 13 man crew on the submarine were also students of the Young School. The Submarine being seen as a cheap and effective counter to battleships and other ships.

Commander Masden peered through the eyepiece for the ships periscope and could see the surface world. The sun was bright in the sky and it was almost cloudless. But this scene was fouled by smoke trails, from both ship funnels and the burning buildings in Fort Boyard. A group of Japanese warships had appeared two hours ago and had started bombarding the port. The Castor part of a four boat squadron was the only one able to get to sea and had been inching towards the Japanese ships that were almost leisurely flinging shells at the town and its defences.

Two merchant ships were burning and sinking in the harbour, hit by shells meant to destroy warships they had literally come apart at the seams. The coastal defences were firing back, but with little success. The big guns had yet to hit anything whilst the small 75mm guns that had been so touted in the press had done little but scorch the paint it seemed. So it was up to the tiny 70 ton submarine to do something meaningful.

Crawling forwards, her periscope just peeking out of the water the submarine inched her way towards a hostile ship. An old looking, high sided brute that was belching shells at the costal batteries and was lumbering towards the Castor.

IJN Chen En Speed 10 knots. – Bridge.

The old Ironclad shook as her port turret roared, two 10 inch shells soaring off to the gun batteries that were blazing away somewhat impotently at them.

“It’s like trying to hit a sparrow with a boulder..” The Captain muttered, watching as two plumes of dirt were thrown skyward from the impact of the shells, both well short of their targets. His old command, captured from the Chinese in 1894 was due to be retired and should have been plodding round the waters of the home island, but the call had gone out for every ship to be able to fight, so here the old war prize was. Whilst the main fleet was far to the west engaged with the foe, the dregs of the fleet were here, securing the port. Already the Mikasa and Ashahi had departed, their engines powering them through the seas when it was found that there was no warships in the port.

WANG!

“Another hit sir, one of those light guns, small but rapid fire, the damage control team is already checking it.”

The old Commadore nodded, he dearly wished he was aboard one of the Battleships, but orders and His Emperor wished him here, so here he was.

“Signal the Itsukushima order her to support us, she’s got quicker firing guns than we have.”

“Aye Sir.”

The bridge shook as the Chen En’s starboard turret fired. The blast and concussion rattling the armoured conning tower, making everyone’s ears ring. Most of the ships officers despised their command. She was old, slow, uncomfortable in anything but a flat calm and her turret layout meant that every time she fired, she risked damaging herself and her crew. No the old prize was not a happy ship. The sooner she was scrapped the better some officers had grumbled in letters to loved ones.

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MN Castor

“Be ready to fire on my order…she’s coming right at us.”

The low bass thrum of the warships engines seemed to make the very air vibrate. Condensation dripped like rain from pipes along the sides of the hull. The stattaco roars of the ships guns seemed to make the tiny Castor convulse as the shells roared almost directly overhead.

“Target is 500 yards away….FIRE!”

An electric switch was thrown. Outside the hull the two 17.7 inch torpedos sprung to life, their small screws spinning, propelling the weapons out of their rack like mounts. Both weapons had been checked in the frantic preparations prior to leaving the port as shells rained down around the small 13 man crew of the modern submarine. Both weapons tore from their housing at 20 knots. At this range as long as both weapons ran true, there was no hope for the lumbering Japanese warship. A few tons lighter the submarine suddenly lurched up, the top of her bow broaching the water as the crew fought to control their command.

IJN Chin En – Bridge.

The old commodore saw the black shape surge from the water and then sink back down again. He looked and looked again, but it was gone, leaving only bubbles and disturbed water. Another officer saw it.

“What on earth was that..”

“I don’t know..a porpoise perhaps, or a small whale scared by the gunfire?”

“Perhaps Sir, what ever it is, its gone now.”

The commodore nodded as the ship fired once more, the blast causing him to swear under his breath. Just as his ears stopped ringing the 7000 ton battleship seemed to jump into the air, rocking madly, listing immediately. The Helsman screamed as he fell, his arm caught in the old style wooden wheel as he was thrown from his feet, his shoulder dislocating. The Commadore stood up, wiping some blood from a cut on his head where he had fallen.

“Abandon ship! Get the men out!” He cried out as the air was filled with the sound of claxons and bells sounding. The old ships hull had been torn open by the impact of one torpedo. The other had hit but not gone off. But the blast of one of the weapons was enough to doom the battleship. Compartments flooded, filling with water, drowning those not fast or lucky enough to escape. As hundreds of tons of water poured into the ship she lurched. Watertight subdivision was something for the future, and the old ship was not built to take such a hit. Closed hatches slowed the water but didn’t stop it as the Chin En lurched again, heeling further over. On the surface the old cruiser Itsukushima was coming to the ships aid as the crew spilled out of the ships hatches on her decks.

On the bridge the Old Commadore helped the injured helmsman to his feet, guiding him to the hatch and freedom from the armoured tube. The ships captain had been aft when she had been hit, no one had seen him since. The hatch slammed shut and was closed. The Commadore remained on the bridge of his ship, he realised he was not alone, a young Midshipman, his aide was there as well, the young Officer had been a runner and messenger and now looked as scared as the Commadore felt.

“Karaza, you should go. There is still time my boy.”
The young man, pale faced and wide eyed stood smartly to attention before shaking his head.

“With regret Sir, I must disobey you, my place is at your side..”

The old man smiled before saluting back. “Well then, we will go to our honoured Ancestors together then.” He knew he could have ordered the man to leave but he was honoured by the youth’s loyalty. He was still smiling when the ship bucked as her buoyancy failed and she rolled onto her side, he didn’t feel the cold water flowing in through the narrow vision slit, the fall against the side had knocked him out.

Onlookers were horrified as the old ship suddenly rolled over, the gleaming red underside of the Chin En exposed to the sun before she vanished for ever in a rush of bubbles, steam and debris. The old ship had just entered history as the first ship ever to be torpedoed and sunk by a submarine.

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1) The Castor and two of her sisters tied up in a French port before their long trip to the far east in they were carried by the unique Depot Ship Foudre which had been specially altered for the task to carry the submarines extra weight instead of the Torpedo Boats she normally carried.

2) The Chin En prior to heading for Fort Bayard. The large black area on her upper hull is cordite and smoke ‘damage’ from a recent gunnery practice shoot.

3) The crew of the Castor take time to pose for the camera. This picture and the story of the sinking of the ‘Mighty Chin En’ was told throughout France and across the world, Naval officers sat up and took notice of the ‘underhanded’ submarine. In England Admiral Fisher chuckled when he heard the news and spent many a long night at the Admiralty, the wheels of his mind turning.




A slight change of location for this update and I hope you folks enjoy it.
 

sharlin

Banned
Thank you for the support folks, the sub part was hard to write as that's not really my area of knowledge, thank bob for Mr Clancy's book on submarines and many watchings of Das Boot!

There should be an update today.
 
I'm really enjoying this timeline. As a francophile I hope they win. Although I'm a bit of a Japanophile too (at least pre Hirohito). Keep writing please. Timelines can be hard work and if you're anything like me I find it difficult to sustain the interest in writing. Looking forward to seeing how this all ends up.
 

sharlin

Banned
[FONT=&quot]MN Chateaurenault - Bridge[/FONT]

The big cruiser shook as she fired every gun that could bare, accuracy was all but forgotten as the vibrations from the ships hammering machinery shook the gunlayers optics almost to bits. Every ship in the Japanese line was firing on the charging French warships. One torpedo boat had already been sunk and the [FONT=&quot]Chateaurenault[/FONT][FONT=&quot] herself had taken three 6 inch hits and had been drenched in tons of water from near misses and her hull scarred by flying splinters.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Gun’s direct the main battery to target the cruiser at the stern of the formation, she looks damaged, secondary guns are to engage targets of opportunity.” Captain Vaujean barked out orders, raising his voice to be heard over the constant boom of heavy gunfire and the rapid cracks of lighter cannons firing as fast as they could.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Through one of the shattered windows on the bridge the cruiser’s Captain could see the Torpedo boats surging forwards through a forest of water sprouts of every size. The three French cruisers were doing everything in their power to distract and harm the Japanese warships and for their part it was working, but the damage they had suffered was building. The Infernet was aflame amidships, one of her funnels was simply gone, but her guns still fired as the water around her boiled with shot.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Helm bring us to 074! We’re going to support the Torpedo boats.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]MN Audacieux Speed 27 knots.[/FONT]

Leutenant Piccard ducked as another shell roared overhead, exploding in the wake of the frantically swerving Torpedo boat, making her lurch forwards like she had been kicked in the ass. The small ship was firing back with her rapid firing 47mm guns and the rat-a-tat-tat of the two ‘borrowed’ machine guns could be heard, a softer note compared to the boom of heavy naval artillery.
“Six thousand yards to target!” A young man at the rangefinder called out. Still too far to launch torpedoes, they had to get to within at least four thousand yards to stand a chance. The volume of gunfire was forcing the Torpedo boats down the Japanese line away from the flagship towards the middle of the line. The small ship rocked and there was a loud CRACK as a 2lb shot punched through the hull leaving a small hole, but struck nothing important.

“Signal the squadron, launch at three thousand yards. Engage closest target!”
“Sir! The Infernet has been badly hit!”

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Leutenant Piccard turned to look at the last position of the cruiser, bringing his binoculars up to his eyes. He could not help but gasp. The little cruiser, originally designed to hunt down merchant ships in time of war was aflame. Thick black smoke was pouring out of rents in her hull. One funnel had been smashed by a heavy hit and was laying drooped over her deck like a felled tree, the smoke and flames from the boilers still coming out the hole in the deck. The cruiser was still firing every gun she had but the flaming cruiser was clearly becoming a target as Japanese gunners sensed a kill.

“Five thousand yards to target!”
“At last…prepare to fire!”

IJN Fuji Fore turret.
The whole turret rotated forwards as the breeches of the two 12 inch naval rifles swung open. The two shells, each weighing 850 lbs were already on the loading trays. They were rammed home into the breaches of the guns, promptly followed by the cordite propellant, each weighing 174lbs before the ramps disengaged and the breaches were sealed. This complete the whole turret weighing 187 tons swung slowly back to its target, the burning French cruiser that was getting uncomfortably close. This whole process took three minutes before the gun’s roared and the whole process begun once again.

The two shells tore out of the barrels at the speed of 716 meters per second but the range was so short that it didn’t matter. The first shell slammed into the sea 40 meters short of the Infernet, the plume of water it threw up helping to quench a fire started by a more accurate shell. The second was much more effective.

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The shell slammed into the unprotected hull just below the forward starboard 6.4 inch gun, tearing through iron and steel before hitting something solid enough to set it off. This being the thin armoured tube that brought shells up from the magazine located deep in the bowels of the ship. The fuse set off the shell containing 85 lbs of high explosives which obliterated the shell. The blast tore a huge hole in the side of the French cruiser flank, ripping deep into the hull, Flames and fragments tore down the ammo tube as a bag of propellant was coming up. The result was catastrophic.

The propellant charge detonated, setting off the one that followed it and the next. To obervers on the Japanese battleship it looked like a large explosion was followed by a series of smaller ones, like fire crackers going off. That was until the blast hit the magazine.
25 tonnes of propellant and shells ignited, burned and detonated within the space of a few seconds. The explosion ripped through bulkheads, boilers and men, ripping the side of the ship open. The water poured into the sundered hull, flooding ruined compartments, drowning men where they stood, those that had survived the blast that is. Every compartment of the ship was compromised by the blast that tore the guts out of the Infernet and this just helped the water pour into the doomed cruiser.

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Unbalanced by the tonnes of water flooding into her hull the Infernet started to roll to starboard, her crew that could escape spilling out of hatches and doors in their rush to get off their sinking ruined vessel. The hull visibaly buckled and bent as the ship rolled over before disappearing beneath the sea in a cloud of steam, smoke and bubbles, leaving only debris and a few dozen men desperately clinging to debris. She had sunk in less than a minute, not enough time for the crew to get off.

MN Marceau – Bridge – speed 12 knots.

Admiral Maras and everyone on the bridge lowered their heads for a moment in respect for the crew of the lost cruiser. The moment passed and was shattered by the blast of the battleships three 13.4 inch guns firing a full broadside.
“Sir..enemy formation now belived to be ten thousand yards away. The torpedo attack has opened the range between us.” The gunnery officer said, his voice quiet, as if consoling the Admiral that the loss of the cruiser was not in vain. Maras nodded curtly, bringing his binoculars up again, watching the chaotic melee that was the torpedo boat attack.
“Their sacrifice has brought us time…time we had best use.”


1) A 6.4 inch gun on the Chataurenault firing. You will note the open gunshield, common on warships of this era and they were horribly vulnerable to splinter damage with the gun crews suffering terrible casualties as a result.

2) The fore guns of the Fiji firing over the bow at the attacking French torpedo boats and cruisers, it's unknown if this was the shot that killed the Infernet. One thing to note is the volume of smoke produced by the gunfire, this was a major problem for both sides as excessive volumes of smoke would and indeed did obscure targets.

3) The pyre of the Infernet, three survivors were found clinging to wreckage after the battle, one died of his injuries and shock.
 
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The young midshipman that stayed with his Admiral wasn't named Yamato by chance? That would set the butterflies flapping!
By the way great job.
docfl
 

sharlin

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[FONT=&quot]The Great North Run[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]MN Pothuau - speed 12 knots.
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[FONT=&quot]The Pothuau[/FONT][FONT=&quot]along with her bigger, older sister the Dupuy Lome and consort cruisers Bruix, Chanzy, Latouche-Trevelle and Guichen were cutting through the waves in a somewhat ragged line astern spread over five miles, as the cruiser element of the First Squadron strove to lend aid to the embattled Second Squadron.
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[FONT=&quot]The cruisers were a mixbag of designs, mostly from the Junne Ecole era that had dominated French naval planning for many years, originally built as commerce raiders, not like later armoured cruisers which in reality were mini-battleships. The Bruix, Chanzy and Treville were sisters, all armed with two 7.6 inch guns and six 5.4 inch guns, three per side. The Pothuau was a one off design, a follow on to the famous Dupy Lome, armed with two 7.6 inch guns and ten 5.5 inch weapon whilst the Dupuy Lome had two 7.6 inch guns and six 6.4 inch weapons, making the oldest ship ironically the most well armed.[/FONT]


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[FONT=&quot]Although her crew were proud of the ship, all would willingly agree the Pothuau was an ugly looking ship. Designed with her big 7.6 inch gun turret far forwards, just behind her viciously curved ram bow the ship had a 'fierce face' a look that was apparently meant to inspire fear in her opponents.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Unfortunately the Pothuau's look tended to inspire ridicule with her long beaked ram bow and curved sides she was a very ugly warship and she was being worked hard.
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[FONT=&quot]The order to increase speed to flank speed to intercept the First Squadron was greeted with trepidation on board the Pothuau. Officers looked at each other with arched eyebrows, the ratings exchanged meaningful glances. But the responsibility was with the captain of the ship, after a moments consideration he gave the order " Increase speed, revolutions for twenty knots."[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The engine telegraphs rang down below. The necessary orders were given and the engines increased revolutions. The additional power was felt up on deck. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Vibration increased markedly. "Captain sir," called a rating at the voice pipes, "Senior Engineer on the voice phone."[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Down below the problem was not so much with the boilers. The boilers were both inefficient and unreliable, but there were enough of them so that the 50% of steam generating capacity required for 20 knots could easily be met by those boilers that worked effectively at any one time.
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[FONT=&quot]The problem was not with the condensers, all though the condensers aboard the Pothuau were as or more unreliable as any other condenser in any steam ship in the world.
[/FONT][FONT=&quot]The problem was with the two huge vertical compound engines.[/FONT]
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Triple expansion or the earlier compound engines were finicky beasts under any conditions. They were mostly poorly balanced and caused a lot of vibration. The rotating parts were exposed and needed constant lubrication by attentive engine room hands. The tremendous forces generated by the three cylinders, the primitive state of lubrication and the low tolerances originally built into the engines meant that considerable play was developed in mechanisms and controlling rods of each engine whenever it was operated.
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[FONT=&quot]The resulting play meant that at regular intervals the engines had to be stopped and the play in the mechanisms adjusted. The engines were heavily worn, and had required stopping every few hours for adjustment on most long cruises.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
They had found by long experiment that at a fleet speed of twelve knots, the Pothuau could alternately stop and adjust each engine or make serious repairs. The ship carried a complete machining workshop, new small parts could be machined as required, although this took time. With the current maximum power on the other engine it was enough to maintain 12 knots running with a single shaft.
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[FONT=&quot]The engine room crews had been frantically working to bring the port engine back to operating condition, the starboard engine had been running two hours. But with the telegraph insisting on 18 knots, both engines had to be brought on line. Vibration was excessive from both engines, but the starboard engine was definitely the worst of the pair. The chief engineer made for the voice pipe to the bridge.[/FONT]
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The captain bent down into the voice pipe and announced "captain here".[/FONT]
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"Sir," announced the chief engineer. " I can guarantee this speed for one hour, but it is my estimation that the starboard engine will fail after another hours running."[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]
The captain sighed - the Admiral aboard Jaureguiberry knew the situation as well as he did. There was little point complaining. The captain bent again to the voice pipe. 'Carry on Simone, do your best. It is essential that we make contact with the First Squadron."[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]MN Pothuau - A hour and twenty one minutes later[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The most experienced and proficient men of the engineering crew were clustered around the starboard vertical compound engine. Its vibration had reached a new level of intensity, startling even the men most experienced with the abysmal performance of these old engines. Heads were being scratched. All were in general agreement that unless the starboard engine could be stopped and the shaft bearing of the high-pressure cylinder adjusted, the engine would soon fail catastrophically. The chief engineer was only just resolving to call the captain when all hell broke loose in the port engine room, on the other side of the amidships bulkhead.

In the port engine room the bearing between the piston and the shaft of the LP (low pressure) cylinder was so loose that it was quickly being hammered out of shape by the impact of the shaft with each rotation. By some accident of harmonics, this damaging action was producing remarkably little vibration, and was unattended. But the critical point was now reached, the union between the moving parts was now so loose that on the next rotation it jammed entirely, sealing the LP cylinder in place, locking the shaft and allowing the HP (high pressure) cylinder to wrench the entire drive shaft in two with a scream of sundered metal.
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[FONT=&quot]The controlling mechanisms were so disordered by this dislocation that the steam vales at the head of the LP cylinder were forced open and closed at the same time, warping them. To add the coup de grass, the locking of the drive shaft placed it in tension with the bulk of the shaft to the screw. The gigantic momentum of the propeller shaft won the struggle and the drive shaft of the port engine was hopelessly wrenched in two for a second time in as many seconds. The port engine was completely wrecked.

The captain, feeling the immediate loss of thrust beneath his feet was making for the engine room voice pipe just as the chief engineer, after a brief and horrified look at the remains of his port engine had come to the voice tube to report.

“Engine room to Bridge.”

The captain answered, “Please report.”

“Sir, the port engine has failed catastrophically.” A pause, “it will never turn again,” answered the chief engineer.[/FONT]


[FONT=&quot]1) Here we see the Poruthau in dire need of a lick of paint after her journey from Brest to the far east. This image shows of her rather distinctive profile and her snout like ram bow.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]2) Although not onboard the Poruthau this drawing shows the interior of a warships boiler room although probably drawn after an inspection or at low speed. The real thing was far worse especially for crews in the far east where the heat in the boiler rooms did kill the hard working stokers through heat exhaustion, especially when running at full speed.
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