Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The fire ignited from the Glory's cabin, and billowing black smoke rose from every crack. The Zhiyuan Warship left the battlefield at high speed and headed towards the east.

Bruce cried like a child. Half of his life seemed to have been burnt by the fire, he was already over 50 years old, and with this Glory, he still had an excuse to extend his service. Without this battleship, he could only be forcibly turned into a non-combat officer by the military.

Who at this age would give him a new warship to adapt to? No, his career had come to an end today.

"No …" My Shared Honor... Wu wu wu … No... My Glory … " This cry was like the howl of a wolf or the cry of a ghost. It was so piercing that even the enemy's intestines were broken.

Lin Zhen really could not listen any longer, he took out a piece of rag from somewhere beside him and said, "I'm blocking his stinky mouth, what are you howling for!"

Xiang Ying grabbed his arm. "Don't! Let him cry, I can understand his feelings... A pure soldier will die in front of his eyes after a lifetime of fighting. I can understand his feelings! "

"They are indeed our enemies, but they are also human beings. We stand in different camps, we are born in different countries, we accept different cultures... "It doesn't matter if they're righteous or evil. At the very least, their love for the motherland and loyalty to the nation are the same as ours!"

"From this point of view, they are also people worthy of respect!" Right at this moment, a loud sound came from behind them, the shockwave caused by the explosion swept past the Zhiyuan Warship, causing all of the miscellaneous objects to clatter.

People subconsciously bent down to look behind them. At this time, they discovered that the Glory's ammunition depot had already been ignited, and a small mushroom cloud had risen from the sea. The thick black smoke could be seen even from a few dozen miles up in the sky.

"My Glory …" Young General Bruce sprayed out a mouthful of blood, then fell headfirst onto the deck, unconscious.

In the east, Holiness were sails full of escape routes. It was a pity that a hole had been torn in the main sail during the battle just now. A portion of the wind had been wasted, and currently, the full sail only had a speed of about 11 knots.

Molière stood on the deck, while the aides used waterproof tarps to wrap the photographic plates and sketches one by one. This was the most precious harvest of the mission, every one of them was his lifeblood.

The tarpaulin had been stuffed into a tube of leather as thick as a bowl's mouth. It was an easy and waterproof tool used by navigators to store nautical charts.

All the information was divided into four parts and carried on the backs of the four aides. Molière personally carried a sword and hung it on their waists.

"You have the most difficult mission on your shoulders. Your lives and these four pieces of information have already been fused into one. If the information is with you, you can live on. Moreover, it will be a great contribution. If the information is no more …" I suggest that you all choose to commit suicide. Otherwise, I will let you all know what hell is! "

Molière's hideous face made the four aides shudder. They took the guns and stuffed them into their holsters, raised their hands and saluted. "Yes, Sir.

"Very good, when the ship arrives at Dakar, you two will take a different boat and head north as fast as you can …" Before he could finish, a muffled sound came from the west. Not long after everyone looked up, they noticed the obvious mushroom cloud.

"Oh God! The Glory must have been killed … This is the explosive martyrdom of the ammunition depot! " Everyone cried out in alarm.

"It's faster than I thought. This steel beast is really powerful, it's continuing to speed us up as we head towards Dakar …" After Molière finished giving out his orders, he walked into the dungeon with large strides. In each of the large iron cages, there were more than thirty people who were holding onto the surviving Kunshan.

In the innermost iron cage, hung a bloodied human body. Upon closer inspection, it was the surviving Sun Chujian, while the two French soldiers s beside him whipped him desperately.

"Stop it, you French bastards! Release the Captain... If you have the guts, come at me! " The sailors on the Kunshan around roared in anger.

Molière walked into the iron prison. One of the French soldiers s splashed a bucket of cold water on Sun Chujian and said, "Commander, she is still unwilling to confess. We have already interrogated him in English, French and German.

"Idiot!" Molière glared at him, "These foreign students are all top tier Chinese elites sent by Xiao Letian, don't think that the Chinese are ignorant pigs, remember that they have a very large population, and are elites selected from the hundreds of millions of people. You would not even dare to imagine how smart they are …"

"Information shows that these Chinese young people have an incredible ability to accept new knowledge, especially when it comes to languages. Do you believe me when I say that they can master a foreign language in half a year? I know you don't believe me, but that's the truth! "

Molière grabbed Sun Chujian's hair and said in German, "I know that you guys are extremely proficient in at least two foreign languages, one is English while the other is German. There are even people who are learning French and Italian … Do you understand what I'm saying? "

"Don't look at me with such a lost expression. Acting dumb is useless. It's to let you know my determination …" After saying that, Molière took out his handgun and shot the other iron prison behind him without even needing to aim.

The bullet struck a foreign student's thigh and the blood arrow instantly shot out. Sun Chujian glared angrily as he spat out blood, but unfortunately, he was dodged by Molière.

No one expected Sun Chujian to actually be able to speak fluent French. Although the pronunciation was not standard, everyone knew that they were just ordinary soldiers, and nothing had anything to do with them …

"Soldier? It doesn't matter? Good... "Since you're an officer, all of this naturally has something to do with you. You'd better answer my question obediently!"

"Now tell me, what is the name of that battleship? What is his fastest speed? How big is the barrel of the main cannon? "Don't play any tricks on me, I won't force you to confess by torture anymore. If you dare lie to me, I'll kill your subordinates …"

"Remember, their lives are in your hands. You decide whether they live or die …" Molière roared fiercely.

"Answer my question …" Another shot flew past the Chinese soldier's scalp to the top of the cabin.

No matter how cruel the torture Sun Chujian endured, he was not afraid of death nor was he afraid of torture. However, he could not just watch helplessly as his brothers died here.

Two streaks of hot tears mixed with blood trickled down his face. "You want to know?" So what if he knew? You will never know what kind of people we are. You will never know what we will do! "As long as you're not afraid of regret, I'll tell you …"

"This battleship is called the Zhiyuan Warship, Zhiyuan [1]. It is dedicated to the lofty ideals of Chinese people. Its bow looks like a Chinese dragon and its two golden dragons … "As for the speed, I can tell you that with your lousy boat right now, it won't even take an hour or two before we catch up …"

"Do you believe in the 17 knots? Hahaha, look at your expression, I know you don't believe me … "Do you believe in the 210-caliber cannon, hahaha …"

Sun Chujian's laughter shocked Molière's heart. He did not know why, but he unconsciously took half a step back and knocked over the ice-cold water bucket.