"Zhiyuan's ten o'clock direction...the target No. 3 turret...three bursts of high-explosive ammunition..."
"One o'clock direction... Target enemy's warship with sails raised... Two consecutive shots..."
"Target Dakar Military Camp...Target Servant Army Camp...Target Armory..."
"Target Dakar Governor's Palace...Fire! Fire! Fire!"
The Zhiyuan was already fighting like crazy. The two commanders, Xiang Ying and Lin Zhen, abandoned all distracting thoughts and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to this one-sided bombing. The two of them couldn't hold back their ecstasy. They really didn't expect Dakar. The defense force is actually so slack. Want to read a book 1kanshu·cc
The bombing had lasted for fifteen minutes. The two forts were blazing with fire. Three warships and four merchant ships in the port breakwater had been engulfed in flames. The sound of sailors diving and miserable wails were everywhere in the harbor.
The whole city was in chaos, with figures in the firelight, and noisy noises rising into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the Zhiyuan's artillery began to extend and fire towards the city. This is not the time to be kind to women, and there is no interference from human rights and international law. As long as it is a military target on the map, I don't care if there are civilians living in it. The cannon will explode first. One round.
If there are dates but there are no dates, hit three poles!
The god of luck always favors the brave. When the Zhiyuan abandoned all fetters and let go to fight, the Zhiyuan's luck returned. Yikanshu·1·cc
Boom, boom, boom... three consecutive gunshots were like muffled thunder, followed by three fires in the Dakar armory, and three minutes later the ammunition depot began to explode.
boom! There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the people of Dakar fell to the ground in fear. A mushroom cloud rose in the direction of the armory in the distance. There was a bright flash of light in the black cloud, and the earth shook violently.
The blast of air blasted particles of debris into the sky, and when the kinetic energy was exhausted, a rain of stones fell down. All the black people lay on the ground and prayed to various unknown gods. They had never seen such a large-scale explosion.
An explosion far beyond the power of heaven and earth is simply not an existence that primitive people can understand.
There are cries and shouts everywhere, and people are running around helplessly. Now, those who can think of escaping outside the city are considered determined people, and more people are simply confused.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,,, yeah, I that... it must be British, definitely British! Oh my God! Why are you punishing me like this? I will be qualified enough to go back to Paris next year... why did the war happen during my term of office!"
The governor was wearing pajamas and holding his most precious treasure box, crying like a child, and fled out of the city under the protection of his loyal guards. Yikanshu·1kanshu·cc
"Damn British guys, I curse you to hell!" The governor scolded as he ran, and soon the group of people disappeared into the darkness.
The Governor's escape was another key factor in the defeat of Dakar. Five minutes after he left the manor, a captain rushed in on a fast horse. "Your Excellency the Governor! Your Excellency the Governor... Brigadier General Cecil is missing in the armory." ...The brigadier general has been unable to be contacted. Please come forward to rectify the army..."
The shouting stopped suddenly, because what the captain saw were the black slaves fleeing throughout the manor. These savages were running away with various belongings. The captain realized that the governor had escaped first.
"Oh God, what kind of damn war is this? All the commanders are missing, how can we fight this war!"
There are three thousand French troops in Dakar, equivalent to the strength of a division. Brigadier General Cecil, the division commander, is one of the military attaches in Dakar, and the governor is naturally one of the civilian officials.
But it is a pity that the Brigadier General's home is too close to the armory, and the explosion just now was so powerful that the Brigadier General lost contact immediately and no one could find him.
If at this time, the governor could appear in front of the army on horseback and use his reputation to forcefully take over the command, then the French would still have the possibility of a comeback. However, the governor's escape completely plunged the French army and the servant army into a company-platoon-based unit. in the melee.
"Hurry and put out the fire in the armory, be careful of chain explosions..."
"Quick, quick, go and protect the warehouse of the Governor's Mansion. This year's tax revenue cannot be robbed by the enemy..."
"Go out to the harbor and immediately get on the fort and fire at the enemy..."
"Suppress the riots, stop these niggas from escaping, and stop robbing and stealing..."
When junior officers began to bump around like flies, the chaos naturally intensified. The two companies collided with each other on the narrow street due to different mission orders. Black people and civilians scattered around disrupted the army's formation at all costs.
Many company and platoon leaders were running and turned around to see that most of the soldiers were missing; many soldiers were confused and shouted for a long time, but when they turned around, they found that the officers had long since disappeared.
The soldiers do not know the generals, and the generals do not know the soldiers! Dakar has dug a big grave for itself.
"Bombing, bombing, bombing... When we return home this time, we have prepared 6,000 high-explosive artillery shells, 1,000 armor-piercing shells, 200 torpedoes, and countless small-caliber ammunition..."
"Open up the explosion and turn this city into a sea of flames! Brothers of Team 6, we are using artillery fire to clear the way for you. You have to go all the way..."
Lin Zhen roared and pulled the main gun's firing rope. With a loud bang, the industrial area of Dakar was also bombarded by artillery. A cotton processing factory became the target. Hundreds of tons of cotton were ignited and black smoke rose into the sky. rise.
The bombing has been going on for twenty minutes so far. Three of the four forts have been unable to fight. The last fort finally started to counterattack.
Boom boom boom... a series of dull gunfire sounds unique to smoothbore cannons, and more than a dozen iron balls flew over and clanged against the iron armor. The soldiers on the Zhiyuan looked serious at first, but then they immediately laughed when they heard the sound of the iron lump hitting and falling into the water.
"Hahaha... This is France's gateway to West Africa? You actually expect to defeat us with this most primitive smoothbore cannon? Paper tiger, really a paper tiger. It turns out that your ferocity is just on the outside, to scare honest people! "
"Give him some motivation and send them to meet God..." With the roar, the Zhiyuan's main gun fired a salvo, and the last fort burst into flames.
The artillery has cleared all the enemy's defensive heavy firepower. It is now time for the 6th team to appear. All six emergency boats on the Zhiyuan were lowered. Each boat was filled with thirty people. There were a total of 30 people on the Zhiyuan. 18o 6 team members were invested.
This is already a gamble that only a madman would make. 18o special forces members want to fight against 3,000 French soldiers, 2,000 servants, and a city with a population of 30,000?
But this group of passionate young people, these fanatical followers of the Prime Minister, actually dare to make such a huge gamble! The Dakar Massacre was made more effective precisely because of their inclusion.
