Molière was now completely controlled by anger. He only had two thoughts in his mind. One was to bring all the information about this steel monster with super combat power to Europe, and the other was to bring these four battleships and nearly Two thousand soldiers were brought to the altar. Want to read books
"People must die, and more French people must die. Only the blood of compatriots can stimulate the whole of France. This defeat and massacre will wake up the whole of France. Only then will the selfish French people arouse patriotic enthusiasm and invest in the great arms race." middle!"
"Europe must be made to clearly realize that the Chinese have reached a strategic alliance with Prussia. They have even built a science fiction-class giant ship that is completely out of date. I must let this slap in the face to the entire European politicians. on their faces to let them know how far they have been played by the Chinese.”
"These Chinese are indeed the whip of God! It is because of their presence that they can wake up the sleepy high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Paris, and wake up the men and women who are having fun in the city. Only with this whip, can people target the emperor." Your Majesty’s resentment has been transferred to these Chinese people!”
"At that time, the cabinet will not object to all the emperor's military investment plans, and there will not be any doubts among the people. On the contrary, in order to take revenge, the French people will offer their last gold coin."
"Hahaha, how much money will the emperor have to prepare for the war? Five hundred million francs? Or one billion francs? Maybe it can reach two billion."
"All problems have been solved. What is the threat from Prussia? As long as France mobilizes the power of the people, who will France be afraid of? If France takes the lead in completing the iron-armored navy, and if such avant-garde warships take the lead in forming a large scale in France, then what will France have to fear? U.K?"
"Kill the British and make France the strongest in the world!" Molière smiled like a ghost amid the sound of cannons, and the lookout men next to him had cold sweat on their backs. Book
Molière was determined to send these people to the altar. He simply ignored General Bruce's several withdrawal suggestions and stubbornly demanded that the two warships attack and continue the attack.
Now the sea is filled with white smoke and the sound of killing is loud. Both sides have entered within the effective range of three kilometers, and the artillery explosions of both sides are earth-shattering.
The two French warships fired a single salvo on the side of the Zhiyuan, sending more than 30 shells flying towards Zhiyuan. The sea was filled with huge waves caused by explosions. High-explosive shells hit the armor of the Zhiyuan, smoking out black spots one after another.
The French artillery fire was so intensive that the gunpowder smoke formed a long smoke belt on the sea and spread around. In contrast, the Zhiyuan's counterattack rhythm was much more evasive.
The three large-caliber artillery were loaded, aimed, and fired step by step according to standard operating procedures. However, the power of the Zhiyuan's 21o-caliber artillery was unparalleled. 1 reading a book
A salvo of artillery shells fired by the French warship either landed in the sea and was wasted, or else it made several white dents on the armor of the Zhiyuan. Except for the fragments that slightly injured a dozen soldiers, no one was injured. die.
Let's look at the results of the Zhiyuan. As long as the 21o-caliber shell bites the enemy ship, you can see the bones in one bite. The armor upgraded by the French arsenal cannot stop the attack of the Zhiyuan's main gun.
This naval battle was extremely frustrating for the French. In the mind of Major General Bruce, the battle situation in front of him was like two French children randomly punching a strong Chinese man. Don't look at the children's pink fists that were swinging fast and fiercely. It's dense, but it has no lethality. On the contrary, let's look at the Zhiyuan's counterattack.
The strong man swung his fists and saw blood!
The main mast and poop of the Piety have been blown to pieces, and the deck is littered with corpses. Now there are still sporadic counterattacks from naval guns and the second-floor shooting deck, proving that there are still people alive on board, but the Zhiyuan has already attacked The powerless battleship lost interest, and its three main guns turned randomly and fired concentrated fire at the Glory.
The morale of the French soldiers was on the verge of collapse at this moment. The soldiers were operating the warships completely based on subconscious conditioned reflexes. All of them had pale faces and could not believe their eyes.
"What kind of monster is this! God! What kind of monster is this?"
"How could the Chinese have such a warship? Prussia is even less likely, otherwise we would not have been blocked in the Strait of Dover. Where did this warship come from?"
There were voices of doubt, curses, hysterical shouting and even crying. Everyone was like ants on a hot pot, scurrying around.
On the contrary, the momentum on the Zhiyuan is like a rainbow! Lin Zhen's eardrums were buzzing from the tremors of the continuous shooting. He laughed wildly and shouted to Xiang Ying, "What I said is right! The Zhiyuan is invincible! We are invincible!"
There was a loud bang, and another shell was fired from the ship's main gun. Four or five pieces of the armor of the Glorious ship were instantly torn off, followed by cheers from the Zhiyuan: "We are invincible! Shoot!"
Xiang Ying now stood at his command position, sneered and shook his head, "I have never doubted the combat effectiveness of the Zhiyuan! What I am thinking about is how to kill all these enemies. I only care that our secrets are not made public!"
"You can ignore politics and just be a pure soldier, but I can't."
After sighing, Xiang Ying opened the window in the cockpit and shouted to the deck, "Brothers! Gone are the days when the Chinese were passively beaten! No more enemy battleships cannons will hit us in the future." The tragedy of the wanton bombing of the port! They can’t even imagine opening our country with a few cannons!”
"Speed up the firing rate! Use the fastest time to sink these two warships. We must sweep the battlefield eastward. We must not leave a single person alive!"
"No mercy! No prisoners! Today there is only killing!"
The soldiers on the deck roared like wild wolves, "No mercy, no lives, only killing! Massacre! Massacre! Massacre!"
Boom boom boom, three more bursts of fire, the entire hull of the Zhiyuan shook, and there was a crunching sound at the joints of the keel rivets.
Just when the Chinese were so powerful and the French were panicking, people did not notice that Molière and several of his adjutants had gathered on the port side of the Glorious, which was facing away from the Reach.
The boat had been lowered, and the group was about to climb the rope ladder to board the boat. At this time, Major General Bruce saw Molière trying to escape. He rushed over angrily and grabbed his arm.
"Molière! Are you going to be a deserter? Are you going to betray His Majesty? Are you crazy?"
Bruce's voice was extremely low. He was afraid that other soldiers would see this scene. If at this critical moment, the soldiers found out that the commander had abandoned the ship and escaped, the blow to the morale of the soldiers would be absolutely fatal.
