The boat is very small and looks a bit like a canoe, but it is not made of a whole tree trunk. Instead, it is simply made of thin wooden boards. The paint peels off and the wood chips fly away with your hands.

"This... can this thing be put into the water?" The four of them were all dumbfounded. This boat was a small boat used by this seafood drying yard to sort out goods. At best, it was delivered back and forth at a distance of more than ten meters by the sea, or fishing or something. In terms of shape, it was not the kind that could travel far away from the sea.

But do they have any choice? This time the Chinese army cleaned up Amami Oshima very clean, and all the active ships were requisitioned. On the one hand, they had to load cement blocks and sink to the strait, and on the other hand, they had to prevent the Tsarist Russian army from transporting soldiers back and forth.

If the ship hadn't been too broken, it would have been transferred long ago, and Molière and the others would not have discovered it.

"There is no choice. Let's try it together to see if the water leaks!" Molière threw everyone's supplies onto the boat, and the four of them began to push the boat half buried in the sand.

"One two... push! One two... push!" Moliè and the others were really tired. They had not had a good rest for two days. At this moment, their physical strength was seriously overdrawn. Just a small wooden boat used the strength to push it.

With the neat horn, the boat finally began to slide and began to enter the waves.

"One, two, three..." Before he could finish the push, he heard a crisp sound. When people saw that Raymond's hand-held boat gang had been pushed a large piece of it. It turned out that the piece of wood was decayed.

"Bastard! How did you do it? This is our only chance. If you dare to mess it up, I will shoot you!" Molière looked at the big hole in anger and screamed.

Raymond was also scolded and retorted cowardly, "Sir! Didn't I be careful? This ship is really bad. Can it go into the sea? Will it sink halfway!"

The other two also expressed their concerns, "That's right, this kind of ship may be able to hold on for a while in a stable river. Thinking of driving in the sea, isn't this a dream? This is the sea!"

"What's wrong with the sea? As long as we can escape the encirclement of the Chinese, we have hope of survival. Outside is the extremely prosperous maritime business road in East Asia, and merchant ships from various countries have it! We have gold on them, are you still afraid that there will be no ship to save us?"

As he said that, Molière snapped a leather bag on the boat rod, revealing the golden ancient gold coins. They were the Mediterranean gold coins of the ancient Roman era collected by Xiao Letian, each of which was priceless.

Raymond looked at the ship and then the gold coins and finally shook his head and said, "What if there is no ship? It's a war now! Which merchant must not hide here? Besides, this sea is full of Chinese spies, those merchant ships are not safe!"

"Then cross the Chinese Sea! Cross the East China Sea and go directly to the Qing Dynasty!" Molière roared wildly, his voice so loud that it was scary.

"Ah? My God, are you crazy? You want to cross the East China Sea with this kind of broken thing? You want to commit suicide..." Before Raymond finished speaking, the pistol was already pressed on his head.

Molière said coldly, "You want to treason? Tell me if you want to surrender to the Chinese? Do you want to treason!"

The three subordinates were completely shocked, "Sir... Sir! How can we treason? OK, okay, let's listen to you, okay, let's go into the sea with you?"

Hum! Molière snorted coldly and put away his pistol, "Bring our supplies on board! For France, for His Majesty the Emperor of France! So what if we die!"

Under Molière's pressure, the three pushed the boat into the waist-deep sea, and then the three jumped onto the boat one by one. Molière was the first and then three intelligence officers boarded the boat one by one, Raymond was the last.

At this time, the problem arose. The ship was too small and the load was not enough. Every time a person boarded the boat, it would sink a lot. When Raymond finally boarded the boat, the water level suddenly approached the gap that had just been broken, and the sea water rushed in.

"God! Are you going to sink the boat?" Molière pushed Raymond down the sea water and barely saved the boat from sinking.

Standing in the waist-deep sea, Raymond was at a loss. "Sir? What should I do? Why don't I go find some wooden boards to repair it!"

At this time, the sky in Dongfang was a little white, and the sound of cannons on Tangwan Mountain gradually became much smaller. It seemed that the bloody battle overnight had reached the stage of licking the wounds. At this moment, there was not much time left.

The impatient mood spread everyone, and one of the intelligence officers suddenly collapsed and shouted, "I said this would not work! I should have used a telegraph to send the top-secret information to the Beijing ambassador, even if it was a try! But you just disagree!"

"If the information is sent, we can join forces with the Russian army on the mountain. At that time, at least we can temporarily save our lives, and the future affairs can be handed over to the negotiating table..."

A crisp sound! An angry voice was interrupted. The emotionally broken intelligence officer looked at Molière incrediblely, and of course the pistol in his hand that was smoking. Until he died, he couldn't figure out why he wanted to kill himself. He had been following Molière for five years, why did he kill himself...

With a clamor, the body fell into the sea and blood rose. Molière said expressionlessly, "Okay, Raymond, you can get on the boat! Remember that this is the end that you betray France!"

No one dared to refute anymore. Raymond carefully climbed onto the boat, and the three of them began to paddle towards the depths of the sea.

Mori Ai said ruthlessly in his heart, "White?

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?! I have been asking such stupid questions for so many years. How much credit is this password book! Don’t you know? If I send it directly to Beijing, wouldn’t this credit make others waste? I’m still waiting for this credit to wash away the shame! If you dare to block my way, then there will be only one outcome..."

Everything is a lie. Whether it is the so-called telegraph network cut off or surveillance, it is just a lie of Molière. All he wants is to take credit and use this great credit to wash away all the previous shame of failure.

He Molière is destined to reach the peak of power in Paris!

The corpse was rising and falling in the sea, and there was a faint sound from the woods in the distance. The gunshot just now probably alarmed some patrol soldiers. Molière and others dared not hesitate that their arms were dancing like wheels, and they broke the wooden boards and splashed with blows.

The shore was getting farther and farther away. The Chinese soldiers ran on the beach in vain, and they were not sure of shooting blindly. Moliè and the others finally rushed out of the coast of Amami Oshima.

"Let's go, hurry up! Keep the sky not yet completely bright, hurry up and leave the patrol area of ​​the Chinese navy to go west and go west! Rowing towards the Qing Dynasty!"

If Xiao Letian knew that Molière's crazy behavior would definitely be shocked. Amami Oshima was 750 kilometers away from the straight line of the Qing Dynasty. Apart from the real madman, who would fantasize about crossing the East China Sea with a canoe?
Chapter completed!