Bruce and Molière were politically exiled by the French Emperor together. This has long been confirmed by Prussian intelligence agencies.一看书·1要kanshu·cc This was already the greatest protection given to them by Napoleon III. Amidst the shouts of killing, he just did not reuse them and did not behead them and shoot them. If they were not absolute confidants, they would not have received this treatment.
Xiang Ying analyzed the situation in front of him very carefully in the blink of an eye. He hit his head hard and said, "Damn it, we are greedy for merit and have rushed in! We are greedy for merit and have rushed in!"
"After the French fleet that attacked Ryukyu returned to Europe from Hong Kong, I have been wondering why all the news was lost? It turned out that it was sent to the arsenal for technical upgrades, and Bruce and Molière were not political exiles , but just refrigerated!”
"Did the French Emperor really have an affair with Molière? Is Longyang really good? Otherwise, why would he be so protective? Now that Bruce and the Glorious appear here, there is only one possibility. Our whereabouts have been exposed, or Said that our identity has been guessed by the French..."
"That's why our mortal enemies are taking action. They are coming for revenge!"
At this time, Bruce, who was tied up, gradually woke up. He shook his head and tried his best to shake away the blood covering his eyes. Only then did he vaguely see the strangers in front of him.
"Hehe...hehehe..." He smiled instead of getting angry, "We guessed right, they are really Chinese, really Xiao Letian's subordinates... I didn't even expect that Prussia is already so close to you. Could it be that Have you already reached an alliance?"
"Damn Prussians, you actually allied with the pagans, you will go to hell eventually! You have forgotten the glory of your ancestors, and the spirit of the Teutonic Knights has been completely abandoned by you... Bah!"
A mouthful of bloody spit flew towards Steven. The soldier tilted his head and dodged away. He was not angry and just saluted calmly and said, "No, General, you are wrong! Xiao Letian is not a heretic. On the contrary, he He is a devout Protestant. When the Prime Minister left Hamburg, all the churches in Hamburg rang their bells to see him off..."
"During the Austro-Prussian War, the Prime Minister visited all the churches in the city to pray for the soldiers on the front line. Everything she did made the bishop extremely impressed... As for the souls of these Chinese people, they are extremely noble. At least in our eyes, they are nobler than you French people..."
"Shut up..." Bruce jumped up like crazy and rushed towards Steven, about to hit him, but was hugged tightly by the soldier next to him. Yikanshukan·1kanshu·cc
Steven sneered and said, "In the fire in the Hamburg orphanage, the family members rushed in to save people at the risk of death. All the children still remember these benefactors... Do you know? At the University of Hamburg, almost every week Some of the rescued orphans sent flowers to Chinese students, and this tradition has not stopped to this day!"
"And who lit that fire? It was your French spy. The shameless guy didn't even spare the orphans. Now you want to talk to us about the spirit of the Knights? Bah..."
All the Prussian soldiers present spat on the deck. They were considered gentlemen if they didn't spit in Bruce's face. Want to read a book·1ka book nshu·cc
Bruce's expression was stunned for a moment and he was a little speechless, but after a few seconds he smiled again, "Hahaha... I'm too lazy to talk to you. You damn devils won't survive for a few days. The main British and French navies will be deployed in full force." They will weave an iron web across the Atlantic Ocean and eventually tear you to pieces..."
"You can't escape this fate even if you run to the end of the world! Hahaha..."
Xiang Ying rushed up and grabbed his collar, "Where is Molière? Is he with you?" Listening to Xiang Ying's roar, Bruce became even happier.
"Hahaha, are you scared? There is fear in your eyes? Yes, that is fear... Molière did the right thing, you are afraid of exposing your identity, you have no time..."
"There is no escape. The telegraph network will send the latest military orders to the whole world, including Africa, South America, the Indian Ocean...all British and French military ports will receive information about your battleship, and all naval fleets will be dispatched to intercept you on the sea! "
"I know your warships are powerful, but don't forget that you only have one, and we have endless supplies... I don't believe that you have countless supplies, and I don't believe that your coal and ammunition will never be used up! "
Bruce was laughing so hard that Xiang Ying had already got the answer he wanted. At this time, Lin Zhen ran over from the stern with the soldiers, "Captain! There is no sign of Molière, but he just tortured one in the poop. You idiot, he confessed everything. The cruiser that was blown to pieces was the Piety...and the other two cruisers, the Gauls and the Holy, sank our Kunshan..."
"However, Sun Chu saw that they were very brave and did not embarrass us Chinese until death. At the most critical moment, they chose to engage in a boarding battle. The Gaulois had already been sunk by them, and the Holy Spirit had also been injured!"
"I know! Molière must have escaped from here during the battle. He went to join the Holy Ship. He wanted to escape! Damn it, his purpose was to send our intelligence back to Europe, this cunning fox! "
"Take all the prisoners back to the Zhiyuan! Set fire to the magazine of the Glory! Blow up and sink the ship..."
"The Zhiyuan is heading east... full forward... to catch up with the Holy Ship! We must not let Molière return to Europe with intelligence..."
"Signal the supply clippers to the west and ask them to cruise in the waters west of Cape Verde, waiting for us to come back and join them..."
The Zhiyuan immediately began to take action. The sailors in the boiler room almost took off their clothes and used big shovels to feed coal into the boiler. The blazing flames roasted the people and made them drip with oil.
The pointer of the boiler's pressure gauge moved upwards, the huge mechanical crankshaft began to rotate faster, and the smoke from coal burning pulled out several kilometers of gray-white smoke ribbons from the chimney.
People dragged Major General Bruce and other soldiers onto the ship like dogs to death. The Major General resisted desperately, struggled desperately, and cursed in French slang. In the end, Daniel clicked two gun butts, and he finally became honest. .
"Shut your mouth, you are our prisoner now...turn around and look at the unfortunate Holy Ship, it will soon explode into pieces in front of you..."
General Bruce was stunned. He turned to look at the Glory, which he had commanded for 20 years, and suddenly burst into tears. This was a battleship that had accompanied him throughout his career. For him, it was life.
After graduating from the Naval Academy, he came to the Indian Ocean for an internship. He worked as the second officer until he officially became the captain of the Glorious at the age of thirty. He worked from major, lieutenant colonel, senior colonel... all the way to commodore, rear admiral, and his own I actually spent three-quarters of my career on the Glorious.
But today, the Glory was about to sink before his eyes, and his heart felt like a knife had been stabbed, dripping with blood.
