Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Molière was currently completely controlled by his fury. He only had two thoughts in his mind, one was to bring all the information of this super powerful steel monster back to Europe, the other was to send all four warships and nearly two thousand soldiers to the altar.

"People must die, more Frenchmen must die, only the blood of their compatriots can stimulate the entire France, this defeat and massacre will make the entire France sober up, only the selfish French people will arouse their patriotism and throw themselves into the big arms race!"

"I have to make it clear to Europe that the Chinese have formed a strategic alliance with Prussia, and they have even created a sci-fi giant ship that completely surpasses their era. I have to let them know how far they have been played by the Chinese."

"These Chinese are really the Whip of God! It is because of them that the sleepy noblemen of Paris can be roused, the men and women playing in the light and the wine can be roused. Only with this whip can people transfer their hatred for His Majesty the Emperor to these Chinese! "

"When the time comes, the government will not oppose the emperor's military investment plans. The citizens will not question them either. On the contrary, the French citizens will offer their last gold coin for revenge …"

"Hahaha …" How much money would the Emperor amass for the preparation of the war? Five hundred million francs? A billion francs? might be able to reach two billion … "

"With all the problems solved, the Prussian threat is nothing. As long as France mobilizes their power, who would the France be afraid of? If France were to be the first to complete the armorization of the navy, and if such forward battleships were to be the first to take shape in France, what would we have to fear from Britain then? "

"Take care of this Englishman, and let this France walk towards the top of the world … "Hahahaha!" Amid the gunfire, Molière laughed like a ghost, while the lookout hand beside him had cold sweat dripping down her back.

Molière was determined to send all these people onto the altar, he simply ignored General Bruce's suggestion of withdrawing his troops, and stubbornly requested for two battleships to attack, to continuously attack.

Right now, the sea was filled with the sound of battle, and both sides had already entered the three kilometer range. Both sides' cannons had exploded.

The two French battleships fired at the same time from the side, more than thirty cannonballs flew towards the distance, the ocean was filled with huge waves caused by the explosion, the high explosive projectile s exploded on the Zhiyuan Warship's armor, smoking up black spots one after another.

The French artillery fire was so intense that the smoke from the sea surface formed a long smoke belt that spread to the surroundings. In comparison, the Zhiyuan Warship's counterattacks were much more orderly.

The three large caliber Cannons were filled, aimed, and fired according to the standard operating rules … But the strength of the Zhiyuan Warship 210-caliber cannon was heaven-defying.

Either the French battleship would be wasted after firing a round of cannonballs into the sea, or else it would leave a few white marks on the Zhiyuan Warship's armor. Other than a dozen or so soldiers who were lightly injured by the shrapnel, not a single one of them died.

Looking at the achievements of the Zhiyuan Warship, as long as they could get the 210-caliber artillery shells to bite the enemy ships, the bones would be visible from one bite.

In the heart of Major General Bruce, the battle in front of him was like two French children punching a grown man of China. Although the children's fist was waving fast and tight, it was completely useless.

The brawny man brandished his fist. His fist was filled with blood!

The main mast and tail of the ship had been destroyed, and the deck was strewn with corpses. Currently, there were still some battleships with cannons and second layer shooting decks still retaliating, proving that there were still living people on board. However, the Zhiyuan Warship had already lost interest in this ship that had lost its power, and the three main cannons started firing at the Glory.

French soldiers's morale was already on the verge of collapsing. The soldiers were all subconsciously operating their battleships, their faces ashen and unable to believe their own eyes.

"What kind of monster is this!?" God! What exactly is this monster? "

"How could the Chinese have such a warship? Prussia is even more impossible, otherwise we wouldn't be stuck in the Strait of Dover. Just where did this warship come from? "

Doubts, curses, hysterical howls and even sobbing could be heard. Everyone was running around like ants on a hot pan.

On the contrary, the Zhiyuan Warship's aura was like a rainbow! Lin Zhen's ear drums hummed from the continuous sounds of shooting. He laughed madly at Xiang Ying and roared, "Am I right!? Zhiyuan Warship is invincible! We are invincible! "

Bang! With a loud noise, the chief cannonball shot out another round, causing four to five pieces of the Glory's armor to be overturned. The rest of the Zhiyuan Warship s followed up with cheers, "We are invincible! "Shoot..."

Xiang Ying stood in his command position now and sneered while shaking his head, "I have never doubted the fighting strength of Zhiyuan Warship! All I care about is how to kill these enemies, and I only care that our secret is not made public! "

"You can disregard politics and only be a soldier, but I can't …"

After sighing, Xiang Ying opened the windows in the cockpit and shouted towards the deck: "Brothers! The age of Chinese passivity will never return! No longer will there be the tragedy of the enemy's battleship artillery recklessly bombarding our port! If they want to open our country's gates with just a few cannons, they can forget about it! "

"Speed up the firing rate!" Use the fastest time to sink these two warships, we must sweep the battlefield to the east, we must not leave a single survivor! "

"No mercy! No prisoners! The only thing left to do today is to kill! "

The soldiers on the deck howled like wild wolves, "No mercy..." No Lives... The only thing left to do was to kill! A massacre! A massacre! "A massacre!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! With another three consecutive shots, the entire Zhiyuan Warship began to shake, and the joints of the dragon bone rivets began to emit creaking sounds.

Just as the Chinese were panicking and the French were panicking, no one noticed that Molière and his few aides were already gathered at the Left side s, which was to say, the position of the Left side s at the back.

The boat had already been put down, and just as the group of people was about to climb the rope ladder and board the boat, Major General Bruce saw Molière attempting to escape immediately, so he angrily rushed forward and grabbed his arm.

"Molière! You want to be a deserter? You want to betray His Majesty? "Are you crazy …"

Bruce's voice was lowered, he was afraid that the other soldiers would see this scene. At this critical moment, if the soldiers found out that the commander had abandoned the ship and escaped, it would be a fatal blow to the morale of the troops.