Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

"Warriors of the France, right in front of us is the Ryukyu, that Ba, our destination for this expedition … These barbarians from East Asia actually dared to challenge the honor of the France in Europe, and dared to challenge the dignity of the Emperor.

"All battleships maintain their formation. The cannons on the ships are free to shoot. Aside from the merchant ships flying the European flag, the rest of the sea should be swept clean of all these detestable items, creating a safe shooting position for us …" Glory! "Fire …"

On the bridge of the French Battleship Glory, Navy Major General Bruce was shouting and giving orders to his soldiers, while the person beside him who was silently observing this gigantic battleship was Napoleon III's emissary from the east, Knight Molière.

Since the end of the fifteenth century, when the techniques of shipbuilding and metal smelting gradually matured, a kind of ultimate battleship that could dominate the sea appeared.

This was the pinnacle of the wooden battleship. This was the ultimate weapon that could control the sea before the appearance of the Iron-armored battleship. From its birth until now, it had dominated the sea for three hundred years.

In Molière's eyes, there was no mountain water from the Naha Harbor, there was only this enormous battleship brimming with power beneath him. This kind of battleship that represented the peak of woodified shipbuilding, from every corner, there was an endless amount of killing intent.

The two sides of the ship were densely packed with cannons, looking like the eyes of a Siren from afar. If you had a fear disorder, this kind of scene would definitely become the main character in your nightmares.

Molière knew that behind every tightly closed cannon, there was a powerful cannon. The loading mechanism and the gunner were all in the cabin, as long as he gave the order, the 140 Glory cannons would instantly turn the city into a sea of fire.

Not only that, but in the ship's seaport, one Marine Corps member after another was already prepared for battle. Under the encouragement of the officers, no one had the slightest fear on their faces, only excitement.

"This is my battleship, this is my honor, this is also the glory of His Majesty the Emperor, this is the glory of the France …" Molière lowered his head and sneered, "Six years ago, our army was able to break through the capital of the Qing Nation. Isn't it just that there's no army? I think three thousand glorified marines would be enough for us to stand out here... "

On the way from the Indian Ocean, Molière had talked to himself quite a few times. It was precisely this sort of strange feeling that made everyone in the Expedition Fleet feel fear.

Yes, soldiers were never afraid of powerful officers. Even if their officers loved to punish their soldiers with corporal punishment, everyone was still able to adapt to it. The soldiers were most afraid of these mysterious and perverted officers.

Along the way, let alone ordinary soldiers, even Major General Bruce was afraid of him. Right now, the reason for the great battle was not due to coming again. This made Bruce's orders become much quieter.

"His Excellency the Special Envoy? His Excellency the Special Envoy... Do you have anything to add? " The major general carefully smiled apologetically.

Molière raised his head and looked at the fleeing fishing boats and cargo ships, a sneer appearing on his mouth, "It's not enough to shoot at them freely using the ship's head. You must remember, this is a quest for revenge, we only have one goal, and that is to use the cruelest way of killing to intimidate all the enemies in the world!"

"Send my orders down, other than ships that fly the flag of the English and French, all other ships must bombard them with bombs of their own accord … "Not only that, we have to speed up and use our warships to crush them. This group of barbarians from East Asia will live in the shadow of fear for the rest of their lives …"

Molière's voice became more and more shrill, and his expression more and more sinister. The young general beside him did not dare to delay and quickly shouted out, "Apart from English and French's ships, there's no difference in the bombing … Charge up and crush them! "

The Glory was the first to fire its cannons, and the three cannons at the bow of the ship roared loudly. Smoke immediately covered half of the entire deck, and the merchant ships that were dodging quickly on the sea cried out in alarm.

"Continue firing, full sail forward …" "Even if they can't blow it up, they'll still want to sink them …" I won't serve you again after this battle. If I give you another day of work, then my wife in Cannes will steal my men …

Pooh! Pooh! This Oath of Poison is too cruel, I'd better change it. If I give a freak like you another day of work, I'll protect my pension till it's gone.

The sailors on the warship, of course, did not know what the general was thinking. They only knew how to carry out orders. The gunner continued to measure angles and numbers. Sailor pulled on the rope and opened up a white sail, releasing over 1400 tons of water.

The order of the general was to let go of the English and French's cargo ship, this order was in fact just the eyes of the previous generations. At this point, the European merchants already knew of the French Expeditionary Force's plan, they had already left the place a week ago.

Now, apart from a few western merchant ships that were injured and forced to stay, the rest were all small merchant ships from various countries in East Asia. Amidst the rumbling sounds of the cannons, the Japanese Ship Closure was struck, and the flames that shot to the sky mixed with rolling corpses.

There was also the most common hard bone sailing ship on the southeast coast of China. In front of the huge battleship, it was as small as a child's toy.

The crying and shouting on the sea surface sounded out, but excited cheers sounded out from the French battleship.

"Damned foreign devil …" You just wait, wait for the Prime Minister's army to destroy you … Help! "

"Sixty …" Swim over... Be careful of the whirlpool on your left... May Matsu bless you! "

On the surface of the sea, people were shouting and cursing. Unfortunately, the cries of the weak could not arouse the slightest sympathy from the strong. The sailors on the deck even raised their rifles and shot into the water, as if they were hunting wild animals.

"Quick, quick, quick..." Left Left... "That's a native of Qing, look at his braid, it's like a woman …"

"Wherever, there it is! There was no hair on top of his head. It was Japanese … Ha ha-ha, shoot! "Oh, you're so stupid. Your spear skills are so weak …"

The sailors on the deck were excited as if it was Christmas. This expedition was simply too arduous, the abnormal Molière Knight did not allow them to rest in the port, even the supplies were brought in by merchant ships on the high seas.

During the countless days and nights, the sailors looked at the bustling port in the distance and thought about the taverns, the whores, and the gambling houses on the docks. They felt as uncomfortable as if they had raised a hundred ants.

They had also secretly complained to the Major General before, but when they saw Molière's dead face, they all went silent. In their lives, the most difficult person to communicate with was a pervert, and unfortunately, the one they met was a perverted special envoy.

Today, when the game of killing the common people on the sea began, the emotions that had been suppressed along the way were finally vented out.

"Look where!" It was a woman who fell into the water... Oh, look, her clothes are soaked... Qiao Zhi, Qiao Zhi, I will bet with you that you will not hit this woman … "

"Shut up Fatty, I'll bet with you, I, Qiao Zhi's spear arts are the best …" The soldier betting in the chaotic crowd raised his hand and fired.

With a "pa" sound, the bullet pierced the woman's shoulder. Dark red blood flowed out from the surface of the sea, the woman who was struggling to swim could no longer swing her arm.

"Mommy …" "Mom …" A child in his teens swam back to them crazily. He wanted to save his mother and yelled loudly in Glazed sphere aboriginals language.

The woman felt as if her strength had disappeared along with the blood in the sea. She stepped on the water powerlessly to keep her body from sinking, while she waved her other hand at the child with all her might.

"Go back …" Don't come here to die... Go back quickly... Bastard, quickly go back … "

But no matter how much a woman scolded her child, their mother's heart was always thicker than water. The child was still swimming towards his mother. "Mother …" "Hold on, I'll take you home …"

On the deck of the Glory, the group of sailors who gambled could not understand the language of the Ryukyu. They were currently in a state of high excitement before the battle, and did not want to hear the voice of an ant.

"We lost, Fatty, you lost! Ten Gold franc, hurry up and pay up!"

"Damn it, I didn't expect you to win the bet. I'll owe you one first …" "Hahaha!"

Amidst the laughter of the sailors, the rifle was raised once more, and this time it was aimed at the child who was struggling to paddle. The injured mother saw the danger at first glance and screamed at her child. She used her last bit of strength to drive him away.

"Let's go back …" You idiot, are you going to force me to death? "Hurry up and go back to the island, you still have a chance to live …"

The woman knew her child's stubbornness, so she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she shook her head and dived into the sea. She wanted to drown herself.

"Mommy! "Mom …" The child cried with all his might. The rifle above his head fired with a 'pa pa pa' sound. The bullet grazed past his body and shot into the sea.

At this moment, a man, an old Chinese fisherman, burst out from the sea beside the child. He grabbed the child by the neck and swam away with him.

"Stop shouting …" Don't disappoint the chance your mother risked her life for. It would be unfilial of you to die … "If you have the strength, let's go onto the island and find those beasts to take revenge …"

The child finally stopped crying. He glared at the Glory with his deepest hatred, and the old and the young dived into the sea, swimming off into the distance.

With the glorious warship at the core, there were seven frigate s, Roman s, Gauls s, reverent souls, the Sea God and the Tempest. There were also two light cruisers, Shattered Waves and Treadmill.

The 10 battleships formed a long geese wing formation on the sea. First, they bombarded the ship with their cannons, and then they crushed the ship with their huge ships. More than 10 miles south of Naha Harbor's mouth was instantly turned into hell on earth, and the sea surface was a mess.

In the end, even the great general couldn't stand it any longer. He stood beside Special Envoy Molière and whispered, "Master, do you think we should speed up and ignore these ants?"

"No, no, no …" "My dear general, war is the hell of slaughter. Our boys need to get into shape early. They need to see the blood first, so that they can teach the Chinese a lesson in their best condition …"

"This is the period of adaptation. I have to give the boys a period of adaptation …" Hehehe! Open and kill, I only want you to give me victory! "Attack that Ba and I will reward you with three days of freedom …"

His words were met with cheers from all the soldiers. What did it mean to be free for three days? It meant to vent unrestrainedly for three days and three nights. Three days was more than enough time for him to become a living hell.