"Speed up! I don't care what method you use, repair the sail immediately and speed up to leave the battlefield..." Molière rushed from the bottom to the deck in horror. Under his absolutely strong order, the sailman even climbed up to the deck regardless of the danger. Staring at the biting sea breeze on the horizontal mast to mend the breach.
"Every ounce of wind power must be used, and all useless burdens must be thrown away... fresh water, food, ballast stones, and even your dead packages must be thrown into the sea. Don't think about today's dinner, no. None of us have anything to eat in Dakar!"
Molière ran wildly on the deck like a madman, and the captain of the Holy Ship behind him kept repeating his orders. However, after Molière asked to throw away the gunpowder and cannon, the captain could no longer obey this order.
"No, no, no... Commander, you can't do this. It's a crime for the fleet to throw away its weapons! If the enemy attacks, how can we fight back? The French army has retreated before, but there has never been such a retreat. How can it throw artillery into the sea? Where is it?"
"Shut up..." Molière yelled, "For the sake of God, can you not make a sound of doubt? I don't have time to talk nonsense to you! Do you know what kind of warship is chasing behind us?" Is it? That is a terrifying steel monster. You have never seen him, and you don’t know how terrifying he is..."
"It has a maximum speed of 17 knots. It is a purely steam-powered warship. It does not have to worry about the wind direction and wind force on the sea at all. It has a super-large-caliber artillery that can sink us with just one shot..."
"We are no match for him at all. We must retreat! Time is life... No, no, no, it is more precious than life. Time is the future destiny of France and our motherland!"
"Now go back to your post! Remember, we can die, we can also bear shame, but we must send the latest information back to Paris. This is more precious than my life and glory!"
The captain of the Holy Ship sprayed spit in his face. His military qualities made him resist the urge to hit others and chose to do it in front of him.
"Why are you still standing there? Everyone, take action and obey the commander-in-chief's orders... throw away the gunpowder and artillery!" After saying this, he turned around and left angrily.
Molière was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He just wanted his orders to be obeyed absolutely. At this time, a garbage belt was formed on the sea as the waves rolled, and various wooden barrels and rags were scattered everywhere.
The load of the Holy was reduced, and the waterline rose rapidly, followed by an increase in speed, from 11 knots to about 13 knots, which was already considered super high speed among sailing warships.
But the frantic Zhiyuan has now increased the ship's speed to 18 knots. Standing on the bow deck, you can feel the huge vibrations from the engine unit.
Especially when the Zhiyuan saw the wreckage of the Kunshan and the Gauls, all the soldiers exploded with anger. People shouted slogans of revenge, and the entire ship was ready for an assault.
At this time, the two warships have sailed past Sal Island, the northernmost tip of the Cape Verde Islands, and are now sailing southeast to the famous port of Dakar in West Africa. According to the current speed, the two ships will be able to see Dakar at midnight that night. Er's lighthouse.
The Holy Ship finally saw the terrifying battleship. The lookout stood on the high observation deck and shouted, "A steam smoke belt was found in the northwest...A blue ship was found..."
"Damn it, I really caught up with him, how could it be so fast?" Molière punched the wooden frame, and his bones and joints were dripping with blood.
At this time, people crowded onto the poop and borrowed telescopes from each other to carefully look at this mysterious steel monster. When the thick gun barrel and the ferocious golden dragon statue on the ship's bow came into view, everyone gasped in shock.
"Is this a Chinese warship? How could it be Chinese..."
"When did Prussia have such strong industrial strength? If they had such powerful battleships, how could they be trapped by us in Dover?"
It's a pity that no matter how loud people's doubts are, the facts in front of them are unquestionable, and everyone has mixed feelings in their hearts as if they had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.
In the minds of Europeans in this era, China's old image of the golden country had been shattered by the war. Especially the burning of the summer palace of the Chinese emperor and the capture of the capital made Europeans extremely contemptuous of this nation.
Thousands of years of looking up at China turned into a sneer at looking down in just a few decades. China has long been synonymous with ignorance, only slightly better than black Africans.
But today, these savage and backward yellow-skinned monkeys can actually drive super sci-fi steel battleships that are not even available in Europe. They are so overwhelming that the French navy cannot lift its head. This feeling is like a big stone blocking everyone's heart.
But no one dared to say a word to fight back. Looking at the empty gun emplacements, people realized that they had become sheep to be slaughtered.
"What are you doing standing still...Tie the Chinese and Prussians in the cell in the bottom to the mast! Let me see if they dare to fire!" The ferocious-looking Molière had long forgotten the dignity of a knight. There is only one thought now and that is to survive.
Sun Chujian and thirty other soldiers were brought up and tied one by one to the horizontal mast of the Holy Ship. Molière went crazy and howled at the Zhiyuan.
"Fire! If you have the guts, just fire... Hahaha, don't you dare! You Chinese will never be strong. You have a woman's heart, so you are doomed to fail. Weak people do not deserve to live in this world." In this world! Hahaha..."
The Zhiyuan had already seen this scene, and everyone's angry eyes were burning. Xiang Ying was holding the telescope with both hands until his bones turned white.
"Shameless! Despicable! You bastards have touched our bottom line time and time again... Don't think we won't go crazy, don't force me... don't force me at all!"
Cai Bixia said in a trembling voice, "Sun Chujian is still alive... He is not dead. There are still survivors on the Kunshan! We have to save them! We must save them..."
"No! You are wrong... Sun Chujian has already sacrificed his life. From the moment he sent us the signal, he has chosen death. I will not let him down for his hard work!"
"Kindness is never the epitaph of the kind! Despicability is never the pass for the despicable!" Xiang Ying shouted with all his strength, "The bow gun is ready... to fire at the enemy! Send off our brothers with the sound of cannon!"
At that moment, everyone on the Zhiyuan was filled with tears!
Facing the biting sea breeze, Sun Chujian, who was covered in blood, was smiling. He was laughing wildly, "Hahaha... Xiang Ying! Don't let me down. My mission has been successfully completed. The road ahead is the one you should take... …Don’t let my sacrifice be meaningless!”
"Fire! Fire at me... Don't let the sacrificed brothers die meaninglessly!"
Molière's face turned pale as the Chinese roared, "Crazy, they are all crazy!" This book was first published from, read the original content first!
