The fire burned from the bottom cabin of the Glory, and rolling black smoke came out from every gap. The Zhiyuan drove eastward from the battlefield.

Bruce cried like a child, and half of his life seemed to have been burned by the fire. He was over 50 years old this year. With this Glory, he had an excuse to postpone his service. Without this warship, he could only be forcibly converted to a non-combat officer by the military headquarters.

Who would give him a new warship to adapt to? No, his career has come to an end today.

"No...my common prosperity...wuwu...no...my glory..." The crying sound was like a wolf howl like a ghost crying, heartbreaking and heartbreaking made the enemy a little heartbroken.

Lin Zhen couldn't bear to listen anymore and took out a ragged rag from his side. "I blocked his stinky mouth, howl!"

Xiang Ying grabbed his arm and said, "No! Let him cry, I can understand his mood... A pure soldier, the warship he fought in his life is about to die in front of him. I can understand his mood!"

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

"From this point, they are also respectable people!" At this moment, there was a loud bang behind him, and the blast caused by the shock wave swept across the Zhiyuan horn and all the debris blowing were crackling. Yishu·1·cc

People subconsciously bent down and looked back. Only then did the Glory ammunition warehouse have been lit, and a small mushroom cloud rose from the sea, and the dark smoke rushed into the sky and could be seen clearly for dozens of miles away.

"My Glory..." Major General Bruce squirted out blood, then fell head-on on the deck and fell unconscious.

In the east, the Holy Shi was running for life. Unfortunately, the main sail was torn a hole in the battle just now, and part of the wind was wasted. Now the sail was only about 11 knots.

Molière stood on the deck, and the adjutants next to them were wrapping the photo negatives and paintings one by one with waterproof tart cloth. This was the most precious harvest of this operation, and each one was the lifeblood.

The rolled oil cloth roll is stuffed into cowhide tubes as thick as a bowl. This is a commonly used tool for navigators to place charts. It is light and portable and waterproof.

All the information was divided into four parts and carried on the backs of the four adjutants. Molière personally brought a sword and hung it on their waists. Each of them brought two more Colt revolvers and stuffed them into their hands.

"What you shoulder is the most difficult mission. Your lives and these four pieces of intelligence have been integrated. The intelligence can survive in you, and it is a great contribution. If the information is gone... I suggest you choose to commit suicide, otherwise I will let you know what hell is!"

Molière's hideous face made the four adjutants shudder. They took the pistol and inserted it into the holster and raised their hands to salute, "It's the sir, I'll complete the task firmly..."

"Very good. After the ship arrives at Dakar, you will take different ships to the north and return to China separately, and use the fastest degree..." Before he finished speaking, suddenly a sound of thunder came from the west. People raised their eyes and looked at it for a while and then the obvious mushroom cloud appeared. As soon as they read the book 1kanshu·cc

"Oh God! The Glory must have been killed... This is the death of the ammunition warehouse!" Everyone exclaimed.

"It's faster than I thought. This steel giant beast is indeed very powerful. Keep adding us to Dakar..." After Molière gave the order, he strode into the cell in the bottom cabin. In large iron cages, there were more than 30 surviving sailors of the Kunshan.

In the inner iron cage, there was a bloody human body hanging. When you looked carefully, it was Sun Chujian, who was surviving. Two French soldiers next to him were whipping with whips.

"Stop, you French bastards! After letting the captain go... I have the aura of coming to me!" The sailors on the Kunshan around him roared angrily.

Molière walked into the iron prison, and a French soldier poured a bucket of cold water at Sun Chujian. "Commander, this guy still refuses to confess. We tortured in English, French and German. He just didn't respond. Do you really not understand?"

"Idiot!" Moliai glared at him, "These international students are all top Chinese elites sent by Xiao Letian. Don't think that Chinese people are all ignorant pigs. Remember that they have a very large population base, and the elites selected from hundreds of millions of people. You can't imagine how smart you are..."

"Information shows that these young Chinese people have a strong ability to accept new knowledge, especially in terms of language, which has been strictly screened. If I say they can master a foreign language in half a year, do you believe it? I know you don't believe it, but that's the fact!"

Molière grabbed Sun Chujian's head and lifted it up hard, and said in standard German, "I know you are proficient in at least two foreign languages, one in English and the other in German. Some people are even learning French and Italian... Do you understand what I say, right?"

"Don't look at me with such confused eyes. It's useless to pretend to be stupid. In order to let you know my determination..." Speaking of this, Molièd drew out his pistol and raised his hand and shot him at another iron prison behind him without aiming.

The bullet hit an international student in the thigh, and the blood arrow suddenly burst out. Sun Chu saw that he opened his eyes wide and vomited blood and phlegm, but unfortunately Moliè avoided it.

No one expected that Sun Chujian could speak fluent French. Although his pronunciation was not very standard, everyone could understand. "They were just ordinary soldiers, and nothing had to do with them..."

"Soldier? It doesn't matter? Very good... You are an officer, and of course all this has something to do with you. Then you'd better answer my question obediently!"

"Tell me now, what is the name of that warship? What is its fastest flight? How big is the caliber of the main gun? Don't play tricks with me, I won't torture you. As long as you dare to lie to me, I will kill your subordinates..."

"You remember it for me, their lives are held in your palms, and you will decide their life or death..." Molière roared viciously.

"Answer my question..." Another shot was shot, and the bullet flew to the top of the cabin against the scalp of the Chinese soldiers.

No matter how cruel the torture was, Sun Chujian could endure it. He was not afraid of death or torture, but he could not watch his brother die here. Each of those excellent young men was the foundation of the prime minister's future career, and everyone was hope.

Two lines of tears mixed with blood flowed down, "You want to know? So what can you do if you know? You will never know what kind of people we are, and you don't know what kind of things we will do! As long as you are not afraid of regret, I will tell you..."

"This warship is called Zhiyuan. Zhiyuan Zhiyuan is committed to the lofty ideals of the Chinese. The ship is like a Chinese dragon, two golden dragons... As for the navigation, I can tell you, just because of your current broken ship, we will catch up in less than an hour or two..."

"Do you believe it if you believe it at 17 Jiehang? Hahaha, look at your expression, I know you don't believe it... Do you believe it if you believe it or not? Hahaha..."
Chapter completed!