The boat was small and looked a bit like a canoe, but it was not made from a whole tree trunk. Instead, it was simply pieced together with very thin wooden boards. The paint peeled off and wood chips flew into the air when you pinched it with your hands.
"This, this, this... can this thing be launched into the water?" The four of them were all dumbfounded. This small boat is usually used to organize goods in this seafood drying yard. At best, it can deliver something back and forth a dozen meters away from the seaside, or Fishing and other things are not the kind that can go out to the sea in terms of shape.
But do they still have a choice? The Chinese army cleaned up Amami Island very clean this time, and all the moving ships were mobilized. On the one hand, they had to load cement blocks and sink them in the strait, and on the other hand, they also wanted to prevent the Tsarist Russian army from transporting soldiers back and forth.
If the ship hadn't been too dilapidated, it would have been transferred long ago, and Molière and the others wouldn't have discovered it.
"There is no choice. Let's push it into the sea and see if it leaks!" Molière threw everyone's supplies on the boat, and the four of them began to push the boat that was half buried in the sand.
"One, two... push! One, two... push!" Molière and the others were really too tired. They had not had a good rest for two days. At this moment, their physical strength was seriously exhausted, and they had to use up just such a small wooden boat. It takes the strength of feeding to push.
With a neat chant, the boat finally began to slide its bow into the waves.
"One, two, three..." Before they could finish the push, they heard a crunching sound. When people saw that the side of the boat that Raymond was holding had been pushed to pieces, it turned out that the piece of wood was already rotten. .
"Asshole! What did you do? This is our only chance. If you dare to mess up, I will shoot you!" Molière looked at the big hole and screamed in anger.
Raymond was also dumbfounded by the scolding. He retorted cowardly, "Sir! It's not that I'm not careful. This ship is really bad. Can it be launched into the sea? Will it sink halfway?"
The other two people also expressed their worries, "Yes, this kind of boat may be able to survive in a stable river for a while. Isn't it a dream to think of sailing in the sea? This is the sea!"
"What happened to the sea? As long as we can escape the encirclement of the Chinese, we have hope of survival. Outside is the extremely prosperous maritime trade route in East Asia, and there are many merchant ships from various countries! We have gold on us, are we still afraid that there will be no ships to save us? ?”
As he spoke, Molière slapped a leather bag on the boat rod, revealing sparkling ancient gold coins. They were the Mediterranean gold coins from the ancient Roman era that Xiao Letian had collected. Each one was priceless.
Raymond looked at the boat and then at the gold coins and finally shook his head and said, "What if there is no boat? It's a war now! Which merchant can't hide here? Besides, this sea is full of Chinese spies, and those merchant ships are not Not safe!”
"Then cross the China Sea! Cross the East China Sea and go directly to the Qing Dynasty!" Molière roared crazily, his voice was scary.
"Ah? My God, are you crazy? Are you going to cross the East China Sea with this crap? Are you going to commit suicide..." Before Raymond could finish his words, the pistol was already pressed against his head.
Molière said coldly, "Do you want to treason? Tell me if you want to surrender to the Chinese? Do you want to treason!"
The three subordinates were completely frightened. "Sir...sir! How could we be treason? Okay, okay, we listen to you. Let's go to sea with you, okay?"
snort! Moliere snorted and put away his pistol, "Take our supplies and get on the ship! For France, for His Majesty the French Emperor! So what if we die!"
The three of them were forced by Molière to push the boat into waist-deep water, and then the three of them jumped on the boat one after another. Molière was the first, then the three intelligence officers boarded the boat one after another, and Raymond was the last.
At this time, a problem arose. The boat was too small and the loading capacity was not enough. Every time a person got on the boat, the boat would sink a lot. When Raymond finally got on the boat, the water level was so close that it just broke into pieces. Through the gap, sea water rushed in with a splash.
"Oh God! Are you going to sink the boat?" Molière pushed Raymond into the water and barely managed to keep the boat from sinking.
Standing in waist-deep water, Raymond was at a loss. "Sir? What should I do? How about I go find some boards and repair them!"
At this time, the sky in the east has turned a bit fishy white, and the sound of cannons on Tangwan Mountain has gradually become quieter. It seems that both sides have reached the stage of licking their wounds after a night of bloody battle. Time is running out at this moment.
The impatience infected everyone, and one of the intelligence officers suddenly collapsed and shouted, "I told you this won't work! You should have just used the telegraph machine to send the top-secret information to the Beijing ambassador, even if you try it That’s fine! But you just don’t agree!”
"If the intelligence is sent, we can join up with the Russian army on the mountain. By then, we can at least temporarily save our lives, and the rest of the matter can be left to the negotiation table..."
There was a crisp sound! The angry voice was interrupted. The emotionally broken intelligence officer looked at Molière in disbelief, and of course the smoking pistol in his hand. Until he died, he could not figure out why he wanted to kill him. He had already followed Molière has been five years old, why did he kill himself...
There was a crash, and the body fell into the sea water, blood blooming. Molière said expressionlessly, "Okay, Raymond, you can get on the boat! Remember, this is the fate of those who betray France!"
No one dared to object again. Raymond carefully climbed into the boat, and the three of them began to paddle towards the depths of the sea.
Moliere said fiercely in his heart, "Idiot! You have followed me for so many years and you still ask such stupid questions. What a credit this code book deserves! Don't you know? If it were sent directly to Beijing, wouldn't the credit be given to others? A big piece of nothing? I'm still waiting for this credit to wash away the shame! If you dare to block my way, there will only be one end..."
Everything is a lie, whether it is the so-called cutting off of the telegraph network or surveillance, it is just a lie by Molière. What he wants is to take the credit alone and use this huge credit to wash away all the shame of previous failures.
Molière is destined to reach the pinnacle of power in Paris!
The corpse was rising and falling in the sea water. There were faint voices in the woods in the distance. The gunfire just now probably alerted some patrolling soldiers. Molière and others did not dare to hesitate. Their arms danced like wheels, using broken wooden boards as oars. Splash with water from the hit.
The shore was getting further and further away. Those Chinese soldiers ran in vain on the beach, and their blind shots were not accurate at all. Molière and the others finally broke out of the coast of Amami Oshima.
"Let's go, let's go! It's still not bright yet, and we can get out of the patrol area of the Chinese navy and go west! Row towards the Qing Dynasty!"
If Xiao Letian knew that Molière acted so crazy, his jaw would definitely drop. Amami Island is 750 kilometers away from the mainland of the Qing Dynasty. Except for real lunatics, who would dream of crossing the East China Sea in a canoe? ?
But Molière is such a madman!
