Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Under the setting sun, the people finally began to return to the warm city. The governor, who had escaped from the desert, was screaming at the shameless pirates, criminals, and homicidal maniacs, but all of them ignored him as if he were a walking corpse.

As the ruins were dug up, people piled them up one by one. Occasionally, they would find a survivor in a corner and countless people would cheer for them.

After the fire, the official statistics of the Dakar showed that the number of people killed in the army was 1,500, while the number of people killed was 10,000. For a small city with a population of over 30,000, one third of the death rate was already considered a massacre.

But many in the people did not agree with such figures, because in 1868 the French colonial administration did not carry out demographic statistics. In fact, the statistics for the thirty thousand people in the Dakar were produced six years ago.

In addition, the blacks themselves did not have a very stable concept of household registration. Their mobility was very high, and many of the civilian statistics exceeded the 30,000 mark.

In the future, there would be scholars who would use the archaeological research, together with the city's map from that year, and after going through the population density statistics, they would be able to obtain a relatively approved latest data. Dakar's population in 1868 should not be less than 50,000 to 60,000 people.

A third of the death rate was reliable, so in just that one night, the Dakar should have lost around twenty thousand people. It was one of the atrocities committed by the Chinese, and an important historical event that plagued Europe for centuries.

This war of words lasted all the way until the 21st century, when China and the Dakar finally signed a huge investment agreement. This historical debate finally came to a successful end.

"Oh my god!" My God... Why didn't you burn those pagan s to death! Where is my vault? Where is the gold from the Dakar? "

Sitting in the middle of the General Governor's Mansion's ruins, the fat governor cried out. The soldiers in front of him had already cleared out a large part of the ruins, and the basement door had been burnt until it was deformed.

Ivory is afraid of fire. Is gold and precious stones afraid of fire? Now that there was not a single trace of gold, the only result was for the bandits to snatch it away.

"Where did this bandit come from?" Who were they? Who can answer my question? " The Governor drew his jewelled sword and hacked at the ruins with all his might. He was venting his emotions, but it didn't take long before he was exhausted to the point of gasping for air.

"It's an Englishman, definitely an Englishman …" Someone from the guards shouted, "When the cannons started, the soldiers of the shore defense fort used the light from the fire to find out that the battleship did not have sails, but was purely a Iron-armored battleship …"

"Besides, if the cannon power of this warship is to be considered terrifying, the caliber of the cannon is already close to 80 lb. The only countries with such naval technology are us and Britain, it must be the British …"

The soldiers of the Governor's Guard shouted at the same time, "Yes, that's right! "The soldiers who were fighting for the beach had their faces smeared with paint, making it impossible to see their faces clearly. If they hide their heads and show their tails like this, it must be a country that we are familiar with. They are afraid that we might discover …"

"Hundreds of years ago, this group of Englishman were started by private ships. They were born to be a group of pirates, so they must have done it …"

Of course, there were many British businessman s as well. The British, who had escaped from outside the city, could not stand it any longer and loudly refuted the French 'unreasonable accusations.

The two of them looked as if they were about to argue, but at this moment, a weak cry for help suddenly came from the rubble, "Help me …" Please save me... "Is there anyone …"

The people stopped quarreling, swarmed over, and began to move the heavy logs. Soon, under a broken wall, they rescued four survivors.

These human lives were simply too great. Half of the wall had supported a huge pile of wood, leaving a narrow triangular space in the corner. They had only managed to escape by hiding here.

He was lucky, but a few superficial wounds were inevitable, especially for the blond officer who was the first to be carried out. His left leg was badly mutilated, and the right side of his face was badly mangled.

The doctor rushed to bandage him, but the officer in uniform pushed him away and growled, "Where's my stuff?" Where's my bag? " He struggled with all his might until the people brought the cow-skin rolls to his arms. Then he calmed down and let the doctors bandage him.

The chart is very precious, generally the cowhide drum used to keep the chart is very strong and waterproof. Unfortunately, no matter how good the quality was, there was no way to prevent fire. Two of the reels had already been charred to a large extent.

Ah … A blood-curdling scream scared everyone present, "Why is it like this, my film!" God, why did you punish me so... "Wuu!"

This wail was incomparably miserable, and all those who heard it were emotionally moved. Was this the death of their own father? Crying so miserably? Then he saw that they were only crying for his cowhide rolls.

"Where's the His Excellency the Governor? I want to see His Excellency the Governor, I am the special envoy from Paris, I am a Knight of Versailles! "

The fat governor was not far away, but when he heard the name, he was startled and quickly ran over, "Are you Knight Molière? Do you have any proof? "

After looking through Molière's documents and the Knight medallion hidden in his undergarments, the Governor was so scared that he started sweating profusely. It was said that Molière was one of the favorite Knights of the Emperor, and now he was injured in the Dakar.

But Molière obviously did not have any intentions of extorting him, he grabbed the Governor's hand and said softly, "Take me to the telegraph room and immediately fix the telegraph line. The Chinese attacked the Dakar, and the Chinese have already declared war on the France! "

"And Prussia, which had long since formed a military alliance with China... They are also the executioners! "

"Chinese? Hehe … Heh heh heh, His Excellency the Special Envoy, stop joking. Can Chinese people come to the Atlantic to bomb French colonies? He can actually defeat our French Army? "

"Didn't the Chinese always have a long braid? "But last night's enemies didn't have braids. Their valiant auras could even move Europeans …"

"I'm very sorry, but I really can't join your name together with mine …"

Molière struggled to stand up and limped out, "I know you don't believe me, but this is the truth … Alright, you don't have to form a alliance with me, but you have to at least help me recover my telegraph line! We have to get everything back to Paris... "

"Just wait for His Majesty's wrath! No one could escape, no one could escape! Including those damned Chinese people, just you wait to go to hell! "