In the 15th century, the Portuguese discovered the Dakar area, but did not establish an effective colony. Perhaps it was because there were really no valuable resources on both sides of the Senegal River that were inaccessible at that time, and there were not even a few large tribes.
Because of this, the Portuguese turned to the Cape Verde Islands in the Western Pacific and eventually turned them into Portuguese overseas territories.
It was not until the beginning of the 17th century that the French discovered the geographical value of this place and established a trade war and stationed a certain amount of armed forces on the banks of the Senegal River.
At that time, Senegal could only provide France with black slaves, ivory and a small amount of gold, and its strategic value was not highlighted.
But the shrewd French suddenly discovered that there is a small fishing village called Dakar to the southwest of the mouth of the Senegal River. Its geographical location is exactly the westernmost point of the African continent. If they occupy this place, they can control the entire Atlantic Ocean from this radius. waist.
The first element of geopolitics is a good geographical location, which must be able to affect a certain or even multiple economic circles, and Dakar meets the French requirements very well.
The French East India Company was the first to build Dakar. They built permanent docks and breakwaters and invested in urban construction. In just a few decades, Dakar became the center of the slave trade in West Africa.
After more than two hundred years of operation, Dakar has now become the most important French colonial city in West Africa, and France is even preparing to build a railway here.
Because of this, France has deployed heavy troops in Dakar. It not only has nearly 3,000 land troops, but also more than 2,000 trained black servants. There are also four sailing frigates stationed in the port for a long time, and of course there are four strong forts. There are also hundreds of artillery pieces.
If you think that with such a strong force, Dakar must be like an iron barrel, you are wrong. When the Holiness and the Reach rushed into the sight of the port defenders one after another, the entire city was as quiet and peaceful as heaven.
The soldier in charge of the lookout at the lighthouse had long since fallen asleep holding a bottle of wine. The alarm bell next to him had not sounded for who knows how many years. The chaotic period of great exploration has passed, pirates have become legends, and the Western powers have completed the carving up of Africa. Will there be a war at this time? No fool would believe it.
The soldiers in the distant military camp have fallen into a deep sleep, snoring one after another, and even the sentries on guard are dozing off against the corner. After all, this is a city that has not experienced war for a hundred years, and the people here have an incredible sense of security.
The sea breeze blows gently, the waves shake gently, the young sailor... is sleeping!
oh! It was so peaceful. If Xiao Letian saw such a quiet and peaceful scene, it would be better if there was only such a voice in his heart.
The explosion shook the entire city from their sweet dreams. At midnight, the port of Dakar was awakened by a muffled thunder. Countless people fell asleep and pushed their wives beside them.
"You...go collect your clothes...it's going to rain..."
There was no thunder or rain. When the second shot hit the mast of the Holy Ship, the soldiers on guard at the port finally woke up and looked at the sea. "Oh my God... our warship is being chased by the enemy." ?Sound the alarm quickly..."
Molière was knocked over on the deck by the blast of the explosion. He shouted hysterically at Dakar, "I am His Majesty the Emperor's special envoy Molière! Now I order you as a special envoy to fire immediately! Dakar counterattacks …”
"Counterattack...For His Majesty the Emperor, fire!"
According to Molière's script, Dakar should be like a porcupine exploding its quills at this moment, stopping the Zhiyuan with a salvo of hundreds of artillery guns, allowing these damn Chinese to see the fury of France.
Unfortunately, stomach pain does not always lead to diarrhea. Sometimes, after a period of pain, you won’t even have a fart.
Today's Dakar disappointed him. The Zhiyuan had already hit the Holy with two shots, but the Dakar was still turning with its head covered. Let alone a counterattack, there was not even a commotion. What kind of trick is this? Isn't this a common practice?
"Are you all a bunch of pigs? Fire back... fight back!" Molière roared, his face turned the color of pig liver, but the Dakar Fort was still silent, and no one responded to his roar.
It was only at this moment that the lighthouse alarm bell started squeaking. I don’t know how long it had been since the bearings had been oiled and maintained. The soldier had to use all his strength to pull the rope. He could even feel the patina blowing on his skin with the wind. On his face, he was fascinated.
Dang, Dang, Dang... the bell finally rang, but at this time Molière couldn't wait for the fort's counterattack. He pulled the rope around Sun Chujian and pushed him into the sea, "swimming to the shore... everyone was holding him Get these prisoners ashore!" Then he jumped into the sea with a thud.
The Holy Ship was already on fire. The explosion and fire finally made the city understand what had happened. There was a chaos in the Governor's Mansion. The hungover Governor let go of the naked slave girl and opened the window naked.
"Oh my God? Have I been exiled by France? Is Britain at war with us? How could this happen..." In his eyes, no country in the world would dare except Britain. Attack the French colonies.
The Holy Ship was burning, and the sailors jumped into the sea like dumplings. The battleships and civilian ships in the harbor finally woke up, and the signal lights turned on. The figures on the battleships seemed to be preparing for a counterattack.
Looking at the land fort again, no one has appeared until now and looking at the panic, the usual training must not be good. The Zhiyuan has fired three shots in a row, but Dakar has not counterattacked a shot until now.
Xiang Ying was stunned. He stood in the command cabin and let the telescope fall from his hand. "This, this, this... Is this France, the second most powerful country in the world? With this level of training, do you dare to call yourself a strong army?"
"Sad, ridiculous, deplorable... When Lin Zexu destroyed cigarettes in Humen and the British stood on the sea and bombed Humen and Guangzhou, how did those British feel? Would they be the same as me now..."
"Hahaha..." Xiang Ying laughed, "So you are just a paper tiger! Today I will expose your shamelessness!"
"Zhiyuan, extended fire! Turn Dakar into a sea of fire for me!"
Boom...boom! Amidst the roar, the Holy Spirit's ammunition compartment was penetrated by a shot. The violent explosion shook the entire port, and the burning wreckage covered the entire dock.
In the waves, Molière and countless sailors escorted the prisoners and fled to the shore in a hurry, not daring to look back.
"Two consecutive rounds of the main gun...cut off the lighthouse in Dakar...I feel upset just listening to the bells..." In the roar of gunner Lin Zhen, the heavy 210 main gun began to rotate, and the muzzle ignited violently. The blast of wind made it possible to hit the top of the lighthouse with just one shot without having to use two cannons.
The air waves set off a heavy bronze alarm bell that rolled towards the city, and the Dakar Massacre officially kicked off. This book was first published from, be the first to see the genuine content!
