"You don't know that when you accepted the order to return to Asia with us, your list had been sent to the headquarters of the Sino-German Foundation in Hamburg. We know that each of you has the name of even your hometown and relatives very well..."

"From the moment you boarded the boat and left Prussia, you were actually protected by double welfare. Prime Minister Besmai and Prime Minister Xiao Letian promised to provide you with the best treatment..."

"What's so scary about death? You must know that as long as your martyr's identity is clear, your parents and relatives will be supported by the Sino-German Foundation for their entire lives, and your family can freely choose to settle in Prussia and China, and your family will have dual nationality..."

"Hahaha... what's scary about death? I'm afraid that death is worthless. Sacrifice for the country is the accusation of our soldiers. Now there are still people who have solved our worries, so what else can I be afraid of..."

The Prussian sailors, who were originally full of despair, now their eyes lit up. "Are you saying true? Can we enjoy the same pensions as you after we die in battle?"

The soldiers who received a clear answer all laughed, and the fear of death at that moment completely disappeared.

When everyone is happy, there is a sad family. Moliè looked at the popular noses above his head who could laugh out loud before he was dying. Three gunshots sounded, and the bullets almost flew over Sun Chujian's nose.

"Are you really not afraid of death... are you all crazy..." At this moment, there was another loud noise near the stern building of the Holy ship. The water column soared into the sky and poured tons of sea water on the deck to make Molière and the others feel cool.

"Damn bastard... Come on! Take these lunatics back to the bottom cell for me. The lunatics are all a group of lunatics..."

In the end, he was reluctant to kill these prisoners because his wishful thinking was very smart. It was not enough to convince the stubborn bureaucrats in Paris that relying on some photos and sketches alone was also necessary. There must be a group of witnesses, and these prisoners were the best provers.

Time passed minute by minute, the Holy One fled in front and the Zhiyuan chased behind. The distance between the two ships became smaller and smaller. As the accuracy of the Zhiyuan main gun gradually increased, the despair began to spread on the Holy One.

In the end, the night saved the Holy One. When the sea was shrouded in darkness, the Zhiyuan, which had no night vision instrument, was greatly reduced. The Holy One also extinguished all the lights. On the sea, people could only see a blurry black shadow fleeing rapidly towards the southeast.

Xiang Ying in the command room quickly determined the destination of the Holy Number on the nautical chart, which is the most prominent port in West Africa, Dakar.

"Yes, Molière's destination is Dakar, one of the most important ports in France and West Africa, South America, and an important transshipment port for African trade... Damn, once we appear here, our secret will be revealed to the world. Molière is sure that we dare not reveal our identity!"

Later Chinese people had a very weak impression of Dakar, as if there was only one Dakar Rally that was very famous in the world. However, for today's Europe, Dakar is the intersection of several golden waterways, and its strategic position is extremely important.

For France, this is not only an important military base to control Africa, but also a continuous stream of tax and gold mines. Every year, you can make a fortune by consuming taxes and maintenance costs of navigation and trade ships.

Because of the importance of Dakar, two thousand French legions are stationed here, including three thousand black minions. Not only that, Dakar also built a large number of shore defense turrets. Although they are all old smoothbore guns, they have a large number of them, which is also a serious threat to the Zhiyuan.

However, for Xiang Ying and others, the biggest threat is not military. What Zhiyuan is most afraid of now is to show up outside these busy ports. Once Britain and France clearly see the existence of Zhiyuan, it is absolutely not a complete one if they don’t fight to the death.

Even if Zhiyuan can escape in a bloody battle, after the secret was exposed, the technical generation gap of Zhiyuan would be quickly compensated by the strong industrial strength of Britain and France. I am afraid that even the advantage of two or three years could not be maintained at that time, let alone the ten-year advantage that Xiao Letian hoped for.

What to do? This is a big test for these young children, and everyone is as anxious as the straw is ignited in their hearts.

Xiang Ying, who walked out of the command cabin, never smoked, took out a cigar from somewhere and lit it against the sea breeze and took a deep breath, "Cough cough cough... It's so choking! I really don't understand why Kevin likes to smoke this?"

At this time, Lin Zhen's voice suddenly sounded around him, "If you can't help it, give it to me. Although this thing tastes very strong, it can make people pay attention, so mental workers like this thing... Huh? Where did you steal this from Kevin, right?"

The two of them unbuttoned their military uniforms and sat on the deck outside the command cabin facing the sea breeze, looking at the direction of the escape of the Holy One in the distance. Lin Zhen looked at his pocket watch and said regretfully, "It's nine o'clock in the evening. According to the location on the chart and our current speed, we can see the lighthouse in Dakar at midnight... You only have three hours to make a decision, and there is no time to hesitate!"

Xiang Ying lamented painfully, "What can I do? The night has given the enemy the best protection. I am sure Molière must be moving forward in a zigzag shape now, and he will not let our main gun catch him!"

"I really didn't expect that it would be so painful to make a decision. Do you know how heavy the burden on my shoulders is? I really want to give you this burden...why do you come and be this captain?"

Lin Zhen and Xiang Ying trained, studied, and joined the army... The familiarity between the two sides was just like brothers. He knew that Xiang Ying was not a joke, nor was he deliberately testing whether he had the ambition to seize power. Xiang Ying was really a bit difficult now.

"Bah! You are so bad... Who dares to disobey the Prime Minister's orders? Who dares to execute them at a discount? Say you are the captain, you are the captain! Don't forget that you are the Prime Minister's disciple, we are not..."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhen glared at Xiang Ying with extreme jealousy. He was right. Xiang Ying's high status made all international students extremely jealous because he was Xiao Letian's closed disciple, so that was a condition for Master Long to work hard for Xiao Letian.

Nowadays, many people have heard Xiao Letian's small lessons, but not many people can call him disciples. Luo Huo is one, because his musket tactics were taught by Xiao Letian personally.
Chapter completed!