"Special envoy, don't be fooled. This Chinese is trying to delay time... It's already 3:30 in the morning, and this guy has been delaying for a full half hour..."
Molière woke up from a dream, and punched Sun Chujian in the face. Red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, "You dare to disturb the morale of our army? Don't think that I dare not kill you...Brothers, take them to move." , moved outside the city..."
"Hahaha..." Sun Chujian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head. "It's too late. More than half an hour is enough. Dakar has become a hell on earth now. My brothers have blocked all the roads." No ship can leave the passage and the harbor now... How do you escape? Go through the desert!"
"Damn it! You Chinese people are all crazy... Even if I walk through the desert, I won't sit still and wait for death!" Molière said harshly, but his tone was no longer as arrogant as before. Even his His subordinates also felt guilty.
"Haha... If I were you, I would just find a place to hide. Do you want to walk through the desert? The key question now is, can you get out of the city safely?"
Sun Chujian didn't wait for Molière to speak, and then said, "You have missed the best opportunity to escape. You don't understand our tactics at all. Do you think we can't control this city with a small number of people? Stop dreaming, if I If your guess is correct, now your French army has been massacred one-sidedly..."
As if to verify Sun Chujian's words, at this moment, an adjutant's deep voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "It's me, open the door..." After the door opened, the frightened adjutant did not speak first but rushed to the bucket in the corner. , Gudong Gudong drank a few mouthfuls of cold water.
"It's so miserable. Are these Chinese people all devils? The streets are full of fleeing refugees and chaotic armies. No officer dares to command the army. There are a lot of sharpshooters among these water ghosts painted with oil. We don’t understand what aristocratic spirit is at all. As soon as our officers show their faces, they will be shot dead immediately..."
"I have never seen artillery that is so accurate and powerful. These Chinese are very good at using fireworks signals to locate the artillery... Many of our companies did not die in battles with the enemy, but died because they were unable to resist. Artillery bombardment!”
"When did the Chinese become so proficient in mathematics and ballistics? Don't they all say that these Chinese are all illiterate and barbarians? Can illiterate people understand trigonometric functions? Can barbarians calculate ballistics?"
"Your Majesty, Special Envoy, we are hopeless. This battle has completely turned into a massacre..." At this point, the adjutant who went out to inquire for information actually cried, which shows how shocking the battle situation outside is.
Molière finally showed a fearful expression, "I have improved my judgment of you Chinese more than once, but even now I have to admit... I still underestimated, seriously underestimated! How on earth did you do all this? of?"
Sun Chujian curled his lips and smiled, "It's very simple! If all you French university graduates don't go into business, don't go into politics, don't pursue a rich and luxurious life, but choose to start from the top soldiers..."
"As long as you have such excellent quality soldiers, you will also have such a powerful army!"
"I don't believe it. I will never believe that China, which even burned down its imperial palace, can become so powerful in just seven or eight years. I don't believe it..." Molière shook his head like a madman.
Sun Chujian wiped a nosebleed, "What can't you believe? Don't forget that China has a population of 400 million. The huge population base is enough for us to select the best from the best... Haha, you better think about what you should do. Escape this disaster, listen to the sound like the roaring mountains and tsunami outside, I'm sure your great defeat has already begun..."
Boom boom... boom... the rhythmic sound of shelling is getting closer and closer, and now the Zhiyuan's bombardment has shifted from military camps, armories, and industrial areas to residential areas in Dakar.
It's not that these young people are too cruel, but that the Zhiyuan must ensure an atmosphere of panic and chaos in the city and absolutely cannot give the French army a chance to calmly organize a large force.
Let the French army always be in a situation where small groups of troops fight on their own. This is a way to take advantage of the situation.
War always kills people. The wars in the 19th century were extremely cruel. No one cared about the rights of civilians. There was no concept of human rights at that time. There was no distinction between the military and the civilians under the cannon.
"Quick, quick, quick...speed up! The Governor's Mansion is ahead, capture the French Governor alive..." Qiu Wei charged forward, brandishing a retro Tang knife and a revolver, leading a group of water ghosts to defeat three groups of French troops one after another, and soon they Rushed to the gate of the Governor's Palace.
It was very different from what they imagined. The Governor's Mansion was like a ghost at the moment. There was no defender at all. There were only a few black slaves in the small building in the distance fighting for a few gorgeous clothes and silver candlesticks. When they saw this group of Atlantic Ocean After the water ghost came upstream, he was so frightened that he lost everything and ran away.
There were two gunshots, and the sniper accurately hit the buttocks of the two black slaves. The black uncles screamed in pain and crawled on the ground like caterpillars.
"Start the interrogation immediately. The others will follow me to search..." The Marines broke open the doors of one room after another, but no one found the governor, let alone Sun Chu who saw them.
"Sir...the interrogation has come out. The Governor of Dakar had already fled Dakar in a carriage when the first cannon was fired. No one came here before. It seems that Sun Chu saw them and they did not come to the Governor's Mansion! "
Qiu Wei sat on the oak desk and breathed heavily, "We watched Molière and others dive with our own eyes. After that, the Zhiyuan bombed the armory and the military camp, which means that Molière will not send people anywhere." , because the time doesn’t match up!”
"There is no trace of them here in the Governor's Mansion, so there are only two possibilities, one is to leave the city, and the other is to hide in the slums!"
"One last search, and we will leave the Governor's Mansion in fifteen minutes. We will assist Liu Anchen in searching civilian areas..."
With a loud bang, Qiu Wei smashed the glass of the wine cabinet, picked up a few bottles of soda and handed them to the brothers, "Don't drink. Let's find some water and food to simply replenish energy..."
There were sodas, cookies, candies, and some ham and sausage bread in the kitchen. The Marines replenished their energy while running and searching the Governor's Mansion.
At this moment, the soldier interrogating the black slaves brought another good news: "Sir, important information! The treasury in Dakar is in the basement of the Governor's Palace. There are nearly a year's taxes and ten years' fiscal surplus. Store it here!”
"Haha... Is there any unexpected gain? Open the vault immediately and let me broaden my horizons..."
