Under the afterglow of the setting sun, people finally began to return to the urban area that exuded residual warmth. The governor, who had escaped from the desert, complained hoarsely against the shameless pirates, criminals, and murderers, but everyone was like a walking zombie and didn't bother to look at him.
When digging through the ruins, people piled up the remains one after another. Occasionally, finding a survivor from a certain corner would draw cheers from countless people.
According to official statistics from Dakar after the fire, 1,500 military personnel were killed and 10,000 civilians died. For a small city of more than 30,000 people, one-third of the death rate is considered a massacre. .
However, many people in the public disagree with this data, because the French colonial authorities did not conduct a census in 1868. In fact, the statistics of 30,000 people in Dakar were made six years ago.
In addition, black people themselves do not have a very stable concept of household registration, and the mobility of people is very high. Many private statistics far exceed the number of 30,000.
Later generations of scholars based on archaeological research, combined with city maps at that time, and population density statistics, finally came up with the latest data that is relatively recognized by the academic community. In 1868, Dakar's population should be no less than 50,000 to 60,000. .
One-third of the death rate is reliable, so on this night alone, the number of people killed in Dakar should be around 20,000. This was one of the atrocities committed by the Chinese, and it was an important historical event that Europe would not let go of for hundreds of years.
This squabbling lawsuit continued into the 21st century, until China and Dakar finally signed a huge investment agreement. This historically controversial topic finally came to a successful end.
"Oh my God! My God... why don't you send down fire from heaven and burn those infidels! Where is my treasury? Where is the gold of Dakar?"
Sitting in the middle of the ruins of the Governor's Mansion, the Fat Governor was wailing. In front of him, the soldiers had cleared out a large area of ruins. The door to the basement had been burned and twisted. Look inside the vault, which was dark and messy. There was nothing left except ashes. No.
Ivory is afraid of fire. Are gold and gems also afraid of fire? Now that there is no trace of gold at all, the only result is that it will be robbed by these bandits.
"Where did these bandits come from? Who are they? Who can answer my question?" The governor drew out his jewel-encrusted sword and slashed desperately in the ruins, venting his emotions crazily. , but after a while I was tired and out of breath.
"It's British, it's definitely British..." someone in the guard shouted. "When the bombardment started, the soldiers of the coastal defense battery once discovered by the firelight that the battleship did not have sails but was a pure iron armor. Battleship..."
"And the power of this battleship's artillery is terrifying. It is estimated that the caliber is close to the caliber of an 80-pound gun. The only countries with such naval technology are us and the United Kingdom. It must be the British..."
The soldiers of the Governor's Guard shouted "Yes, that's right! Those soldiers who rushed to land on the beach had their faces smeared with oil paint, and they couldn't see their faces at all. Those who were so hidden must be from a country we are familiar with. They Afraid that we would find out..."
"These British guys started out as privateers hundreds of years ago. They are born to be a group of pirates. They must have done it..."
The blame was immediately placed on the British. Of course, there were many British businessmen in Dakar. The British who had escaped from the city stopped doing it and loudly refuted the French's groundless accusations.
The two sides were about to quarrel, but at this moment, a faint cry for help suddenly came from the ruins, "Help me... Please help me... Is there anyone..."
People stopped arguing, gathered around and started moving the heavy wood. Soon, four survivors were rescued under a ruined wall.
The lives of these few people were too great. Half of the remaining wall supported a large pile of wood, and a narrow triangular area was created in the corner of the wall. They only escaped by hiding here.
The life was long enough, but skin injuries were inevitable, especially the blond officer who was the first to be carried out. His left leg was bloody and broken, and the right half of his face was bruised and bloody, and his entire face was rubbed away. .
The doctor rushed to bandage and rescue him, but the officer in military uniform pushed him away and shouted, "Where are my things? Where are my packages?" He struggled desperately until people sent those cowhide rolls to him. In his arms, she calmed down and allowed the doctor to bandage her.
Nautical charts are very precious. Generally speaking, the cowhide rolls used to store nautical charts are very strong and have been waterproofed. But unfortunately, no matter how good the quality is, it cannot prevent fire. The tail ends of two of the rolls have been burned to a large extent.
Ah... A scream scared everyone present to tremble, "Why is this happening, my negatives! God, why are you punishing me like this... Wuwuwu!"
The cry was so pitiful that all the listeners were moved. Is this the death of my biological father? Crying so hard? Later it turned out that he was just crying about his cowhide rolls.
"Where is the Governor? I want to see the Governor. I am Molière, the special envoy from Paris, and I am a knight of the Palace of Versailles!"
The fat governor was not far away. When he heard the name, he suddenly became excited and ran over. "Are you the Chevalier Molière? Do you have any evidence?"
After seeing Molière's certificate and the knight's medal hidden in his underwear pocket, the governor was so frightened that his white hair was sweating. It was rumored in Paris that Molière was one of the emperor's favorite knights, and now he was actually in Dakar. If you are injured, will you be blamed for not protecting yourself enough?
But Molière obviously did not mean to blackmail. He grabbed the governor's hand and whispered, "Take me to the telegraph room and repair the telegraph line immediately. You and I will jointly send a message... The Chinese have attacked Dakar. The Chinese have sent France has declared war!”
"There is also Prussia. Prussia has long concluded a military alliance with China... They are also executioners!"
"Chinese? Haha... Hahaha, envoy, stop joking. Can the Chinese go to the Atlantic Ocean to bombard French colonies? And they can actually defeat our French army?"
"Besides, don't all Chinese people have long braids? But last night's enemies didn't have braids. Their tough temperament moved even Europeans..."
"I'm very sorry, I really can't co-sign with you..."
Molière struggled to stand up and limped outside, "I know you don't believe me, but this is the truth... Well, you don't have to co-sign with me, but you have to at least help me restore the telegraph line. ! We have to send everything that happens here back to Paris..."
"Just wait for the wrath of His Majesty the Emperor! No one can run away, no one can run away! Including those damn Chinese, just wait and go to hell!"
