"The direction of Zhiyuan at 10 o'clock... Target No. 3... High-explosive ammunition three consecutive shots..."

"One-hour direction...the target enemy's sail-raising battleship...the two consecutive shots..."

"Target Dakar Military Camp...Target Servant Military Camp...Target Armory..."

"Targeted Governor's House of Dakar... open fire! open fire! open fire!"

Zhiyuan has been crazy. Xiang Ying and Lin Zhen, the commanders of two, abandoned all distractions and devoted themselves to this one-sided bombing. The two could not help but feel ecstasy. They really didn't expect Dakar's defensive power to be so slack. Read the book 1kanshu·cc

The bombing lasted fifteen minutes, and two turrets lit up a raging fire. Three warships and four merchant ships in the port breakwater had been engulfed by the fire. The sounds of sailors diving and tragic wails were everywhere in the harbor.

The whole city was filled with chaotic fire, and the noise rushed to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the artillery of the Zhiyuan began to extend and shoot towards the city. This was not the time for women to be kind, nor did it interfere with international human rights. As long as it was a military target on the map, I care whether you have civilians or not, the cannon will be blown up first.

If there are dates or no dates, you will get three shots!

The God of Luck is always favoring the warriors. When Zhiyuan abandons all bonds and lets go of his hands and feet to fight, Zhiyuan's luck comes back. Yishu·1·cc

Boom boom boom... Three continuous cannon sounds were like muffled thunder, and then three groups of fires lit up in the Dakar Armory, and three minutes later the ammunition depot began to explode.

Boom! With a earth-shaking loud noise, the people of Dakar were so scared that they lay on the ground. A cloud of mushrooms rose from the distant armory. The bright and flickering light in the black clouds made the earth shake violently.

The explosion waves rushed into the sky with particles of debris. When the kinetic energy was exhausted, a rain of stone fell down. All the black people lay on the ground and prayed to various unknown gods. They had never seen such a large-scale explosion.

The explosion that is far away from the power of heaven and earth is not something that primitive people can understand.

There were crying and shouting everywhere, and people ran around helplessly. Now those who could think of escaping from the city were considered people with concentration, and more people were purely confused.

"Wuwuwu...must be British, definitely British! My God! Why do you punish me like this? I will be qualified to go back to Paris next year...Why did the war appear during my term!"

The governor wore his pajamas and hugged his most precious treasure chest like a child. Under the protection of his loyal guards, he fled out of the city.

"Damn British guy, I curse you to hell!" The governor ran and cursed, and soon the group disappeared into the darkness.

The escape of the governor was another key factor in Dakar's defeat. Five minutes after he left the manor, a captain rushed in on a fast horse. "Governor! Governor... Brigadier General Cecil disappeared in the armory... Brigadier General can no longer contact him. Please come forward to rectify the army..."

The shouts came to an abrupt end, because the captain saw the black slaves fleeing throughout the manor. These savages were running around in scattered hands with all kinds of property. The captain realized that the governor had taken the lead in running away.

"Oh God, what kind of damn war is this? All the commanders can't be found. How can we fight this battle?"

There are three thousand French Army in Dakar, which is equivalent to the strength of a division. The division commander Brigadier General Cecil is the military officer of Dakar, and the governor is naturally the civil servant.

But unfortunately, the Brigadier General's home was too close to the armory, and the explosion just now was too powerful. The Brigadier General lost contact at the first time and no one could find him.

If the Governor could appear in front of the army at this time and use his reputation to force the command, the French would have the possibility of a comeback. However, the Governor's escape completely caused the French and the vassal army to fall into a melee in a company-to-platoon unit.

"Hurry up and put out the fire in the armory and be careful of chain explosions..."

"Hurry, hurry up, go and protect the warehouse of the Governor's Office. This year's taxes cannot be stolen by the enemy..."

"Go out to the harbor and go to the fort immediately to fire at the enemy..."

"Suppress the riots and let these niggers not escape, not robbery or steal..."

When grassroots officers began to rush around like flies, the chaos naturally became more and more intense. The two companies collided on the narrow streets due to different mission orders. The scattered blacks and civilians scattered all the time to disrupt the formation of the army.

Many platoons ran and looked back and saw that most of the soldiers were lost; many soldiers were dizzy and shouted for a long time, but the officers had long been missing after looking back.

The soldiers do not know the general, and the general does not know the soldiers! Dakar has dug a large tomb for himself.

"Bombing, bombing, bombing... This time we returned to China, we prepared 6,000 high-explosive shells, 1,000 armor-piercing shells, 200 torpedoes, and countless small-caliber ammunition..."

"Open the bomb, blow this city into a sea of ​​fire! Brothers of Team 6, we have used artillery fire to open the way for you, you can go all the way..."

Lin Zhen roared and pulled the main gun's rope. With a loud bang, the industrial area in Dakar was also bombed by artillery, and a cotton processing plant became the target. Hundreds of tons of cotton were lit and black smoke rose into the sky.

So far, the bombing has lasted twenty minutes, and three of the four turrets were unable to fight, and the last turret finally started to counterattack.

Boom boom boom... A series of dull cannons unique to smoothbore cannons, more than ten iron balls flew over and hit the iron armor. The soldiers on Zhiyuan were still serious at first, but they immediately laughed when they heard the iron lumps hit and fell into the water.

"Hahaha... This is the gateway to France and West Africa? I actually hope to defeat us with this most primitive smoothbore cannon? Paper tiger, it's really a paper tiger. It turns out that your ferocity is just to show your appearance and scare honest people!"

"Give him some excitement and send them to see God..." With a roar, the main gun of the Zhiyuan was fired in a salvo, and the last turret rose up flames.

The cannons have cleared all the enemy's heavy firepower. This is the time for Team 6 to appear. All six emergency boats on the Zhiyuan were put down. Each boat was filled with thirty people. The Zhiyuan had invested a total of 18o 6 team members.

This is a bet that only madmen would do. 18o special forces members want to fight against the 3,000 French 6th Army, 2,000 minions, and a city with a population of 30,000?
Chapter completed!