The fire burned from the bottom cabin of the Glory, and billowing black smoke came out from every gap. The Zhiyuan left the battlefield and sailed eastward. Yikanshu·1·cc
Bruce cried like a child. Half of his life seemed to have been burned by the fire. He was already over 50 years old this year. With the Glory, he still had an excuse to postpone his service, but without this ship Battleship, he could only be forcibly converted into a non-combat officer by the military.
Who would give a soldier of this age a new warship to adapt to? No, his career has completely come to an end from today.
"No...my co-prosperity...wuwuwu...no...my glorious number..." The cry was like a wolf howling and a ghost crying, heartbreaking and heartbreaking to the enemy.
Lin Zhen really couldn't listen anymore, so he took out a rag from somewhere beside him and said, "I'll stop his stinky mouth, why are you howling in mourning!"
Xiang Ying grabbed his arm, "No! Let him cry, I can understand his mood... A pure soldier, the warship he has fought in his whole life is about to die in front of him, I can understand his mood !”
"They are indeed our enemies, but they are also human beings. We are in different camps, we were born in different countries, and we accepted different cultures... It doesn't matter what is justice or evil, at least their love for the motherland, The loyalty of the nation is the same as ours!"
"From this point of view, they are also respectable people!" At this moment, a loud bang was heard behind them, and the blast wind caused by the shock wave swept across the Zhiyuan and made all the debris blown by the Zhiyuan crackle. Yikanshu·1·cc
People subconsciously bent over and looked back, only to find that the ammunition magazine of the Glory had been ignited, a small mushroom cloud rose from the sea, and thick black smoke rushed into the sky and could be seen clearly from dozens of miles away.
"My Glory..." Rear Admiral Bruce spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell unconscious on the deck.
In the east, the Holy Ship is escaping with full sail. Unfortunately, the main sail was torn open in the battle just now, and part of the wind power was wasted. Now the sailing with full sail is only about 11 knots.
Molière stood on the deck, and the adjutants next to him were wrapping the photographic films and drawings one by one with waterproof oilcloth. This was the most precious harvest of this operation, and each one was a lifeline.
The circled oilcloth rolls were stuffed into cowhide tubes as thick as bowls. This was a tool commonly used by navigators to place charts. It was light, easy to carry, and waterproof.
All the information was divided into four parts and carried on the backs of the four adjutants. Molière personally brought swords and hung them on their waists, and each of them stuffed two Colt revolvers into their hands.
"You are shouldering the most arduous mission. Your lives have been integrated with these four pieces of intelligence. You can survive with the intelligence, and it is a great contribution. If the intelligence is gone... I suggest you still Choose suicide, or I will show you what hell is!"
Molière's ferocious face made the four lieutenants shudder. They took the pistol and put it in the holster and raised their hands to salute, "It's sir, resolutely complete the mission..."
"Very good. After the ship arrives in Dakar, you will take different ships and go north back to China at the fastest speed..." Before he could finish his words, suddenly there was a muffled thunder-like sound from the west, and people looked at each other in different directions. Then the obvious mushroom cloud appeared.一看书1kanshu·cc
"Oh God! The Glorious must have been in trouble... This was the explosion of the ammunition magazine!" Everyone exclaimed.
"It's faster than I thought. This steel behemoth is indeed very powerful. Continue to advance with us towards Dakar..." After Molière gave the order, he strode into the cell in the bottom cabin and walked in each big room. In the iron cage of the Kunshan, there were more than thirty surviving sailors of the Kunshan.
In the innermost iron cage, there was a human body dripping with blood hanging. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the surviving Sun Chujian. Next to it, two French soldiers were beating him with whips.
"Stop it, you French bastards! Let the captain go...come at me if you dare!" The sailors on the Kunshan nearby roared angrily.
Molière walked into the iron prison, and a French soldier poured a bucket of cold water on Sun Chujian, "Commander, this guy still refuses to confess. We tortured him in English, French and German. He is If you don’t respond, do you really don’t understand?”
"Idiot!" Molière glared at him. "These international students are the top elites from China sent by Xiao Letian. Don't think that the Chinese are all ignorant pigs. Remember that they have a very large population base, hundreds of millions of people. The elites selected there are so smart that you can’t even imagine..."
"Intelligence shows that these Chinese young people have a strong ability to absorb new knowledge, especially in terms of language. They have been strictly screened. If I said that they can master a foreign language in half a year, would you believe it? I know you don't believe it, but that is the fact! "
Molière grabbed Sun Chujian's head and lifted it up fiercely, and said in standard German, "I know that you are all proficient in at least two foreign languages, one is English and the other is German. Some of you are even learning French." And Italian…you understand what I’m saying, right?”
"Don't look at me with such confused eyes. There's no point in pretending to be stupid. In order to let you know my determination..." At this point, Molière pulled out his pistol and raised his hand to shine it behind him without aiming. Another shot from the iron prison.
The bullet hit the thigh of an international student, and a bloody arrow shot out. Sun Chu saw his eyes widened with anger and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, but unfortunately Molière dodged it.
No one expected that Sun Chujian could speak fluent French. Although his pronunciation was not very standard, everyone could understand it. "They are just ordinary soldiers. Nothing has anything to do with them..."
"Soldier? It doesn't matter? Very good... You are an officer, of course all this has something to do with you, so you'd better answer my questions obediently!"
"Now tell me, what is the name of that battleship? What is its fastest speed? What is the caliber of its main gun? Don't play tricks with me. I will not torture you anymore. As long as you dare to lie to me, I will Just kill your men..."
"Remember, their lives are in your hands, you decide their life or death..." Molière roared viciously.
"Answer my question..." Another shot was fired, and the bullet flew to the roof of the cabin close to the scalp of the Chinese soldier.
No matter how cruel the torture was, Sun Chujian endured it. He was not afraid of death or torture, but he could not just watch his brothers die here. Each of those outstanding young men was the foundation of the Prime Minister's future career. Every one of them was Everyone has hope.
Two lines of hot tears mixed with blood flowed down. "You want to know? What can you do if you know? You never know what kind of people we are, and you have no idea what kind of things we will do! As long as you If you are not afraid of regrets, I will tell you..."
"The name of this battleship is Zhiyuan. Zhiyuan Zhiyuan means dedicated to the Chinese people's lofty ideals. The ship is like a Chinese dragon, two golden dragons... As for sailing, I can tell you that with your current broken ship, you can use Within an hour or two we caught up..."
"Do you believe in the 17-knot flight? Hahaha, look at your expression, I know you don't believe it... Do you believe in the 21o caliber main gun, hahaha..."
Sun Chujian's laughter shocked Molière's heart. He didn't know why he subconsciously took half a step back and knocked over the cold bucket.
