The French fought in this naval battle. In Major General Bruce's heart, the situation in front of him was like two French children punching a Chinese adult strong man. Although the child's pink fists were swinging quickly and closely, they had no lethality. Instead, look at the counterattack of Zhiyuan.

The strong man swung his fist and saw blood!

The main mast and the stern tower of the Chiaic ship have been blown up, and the deck is full of corpses. There are still naval guns and the second-layer shooting deck are still fighting sporadically, proving that there are still living people on it. However, the Zhiyuan has lost interest in this lost power warship, and the three main guns randomly rotate to gather fire at the Glory.

The morale of the French soldiers was at the verge of collapse at this moment. The soldiers were operating the warships completely according to subconscious conditioning. Everyone was ashamed and could not believe their eyes.

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

"How could the Chinese have such warships? It's even more impossible for Prussia, otherwise we wouldn't have blocked the Dover Strait. Where did this warship come from?"

There were doubts, curses, hysterical roars and even crying, and everyone was running around like an ant on the hot pan.

In contrast, the momentum on Zhiyuan was like a rainbow! Lin Zhen's eardrums buzzed in the tremor of continuous shooting. He laughed wildly and shouted at Xiang Ying, "I'm right! Zhiyuan is invincible! We are invincible!"

With a loud bang, the main gun of the ship was shot out with another shell. The armor of the Glory ship was instantly overturned four or five pieces, followed by the cheers on the Zhiyuan "We are invincible! Shooting"

Xiang Ying is now standing in his command position, sneering and shook his head, "I have never doubted the combat effectiveness of the Zhiyuan! What I am considering is how to kill all these enemies. I only care about our secrets and not being made public!"

"You can ignore politics and just be a pure soldier, but I can't do it."

After sighing, Xiang Ying opened the window in the cockpit and shouted at the deck, "Brothers! The era of Chinese people being passively beaten will never return! In the future, there will be no more tragedy of enemy warships and giant cannons bombing on our ports! If you want to open our country's door with a few cannons, they can't imagine it!"

"Easy shooting frequency! Sink these two warships as fast as possible. We must clean the battlefield eastward. We must never leave a living!"

"No mercy! No captives! Only killing today!"

The soldiers on the deck roared like wild wolves, "There is no mercy, no living mouth, only killing! Massacre! Massacre! Massacre!"

Boombooboo shot three consecutive shots, and the entire Zhiyuan hull shook, and a creaking sound was made at the joint of the keel rivets.

Just when the Chinese were so powerful that the French were panicked, people did not notice that Molière and several of his adjutants had gathered on the port side of the Glory, which was facing away from the Zhiyuan.

The boat had been put down, and the group was about to climb the rope ladder to get on the boat. At this time, Major General Bruce saw Molière who was trying to escape at a glance. He rushed over angrily and grabbed his arm.

"Molière! Are you going to be a deserter? Are you going to betray Your Majesty? Are you crazy?"
Chapter completed!