In the 15th century, the Portuguese discovered the Dakar region, but did not establish an effective colony, perhaps because the inaccessible banks of the Senegal River really had few valuable resources, not even large tribes.

Because of this, the Portuguese turned to the Cape Verde Islands in the western Pacific Ocean, which eventually became a Portuguese overseas territory.

It was not until the beginning of the 17th century that the French discovered the geographical value of the area and established a trade war on the banks of the Senegal River and stationed a certain amount of armed forces.

At that time, Senegal could only supply France with black slaves, ivory and a small amount of gold, and the strategic value here was not highlighted.

But the shrewd French suddenly discovered that in the southwest of the mouth of the Senegal River there was a small fishing village called Dakar, which was geographically located at the westernmost protrusion of the African continent, and if they occupied it, they could use it as a radius to control the entire waist of the Atlantic Ocean.

The first element of geopolitics is that it has a good geographical location and must be able to influence one or more economic circles, and Dakar is very much in line with the requirements of the French.

The first to build Dakar was the French East India Company, which built permanent docks and breakwaters and invested in the construction of urban areas, and in just a few decades Dakar became the center of the black slave trade in West Africa.

After more than 200 years of operation, Dakar has become the most important colonial city of West France, and even France is preparing to build a railway here.

Because of this, the French had a heavy army of nearly 3,000 troops in Dakar, more than 2,000 trained black servants, four sail frigates stationed in the harbor for a long time, and of course four strong batteries and hundreds of guns.

If you think that the Dakar must be like an iron bucket with such a large number of troops, you are wrong. When the Holy and Zhiyuan rushed into the sight of the harbor defenders, the whole city was as quiet and peaceful as heaven.

The soldier in charge of the lookout at the lighthouse had long since fallen asleep holding the wine bottle, and the alarm bell next to him had not been ringing for many years. The chaotic period of great voyage has passed, pirates have become legends, and the Western powers have completed the partition of Africa.

The soldiers in the distant barracks have fallen asleep, snoring one after another, and even the sentries standing guard are leaning against the corner and dozing, after all, it is a city that has not encountered war in a hundred years, and the people here have an incredible sense of security.

The sea breeze blows gently, the waves you shake gently, young sailors...... Sleeping!

Oh! It's so peaceful, if Xiao Lotian sees such a quiet and peaceful picture, there is only one voice in his heart.

The sound of the explosion woke up the sweet dreams of the whole city, and at midnight the port of Dakar was awakened by a muffled thunder, and countless people were in a trance to push their daughters-in-law around them.

"You...... You go collect your clothes...... It's going to rain......"

Where there was any thunder and rain, when the second cannon hit the mast of the Holy, the soldiers on guard in the harbor finally woke up and looked at the sea, "Oh my God...... Our warship is being pursued by the enemy? Sound the alarm ......"

Molière was tossed on the deck by the blast of the explosion, and he hysterically shouted at Dakar: "I am Molière, the envoy of His Majesty the Emperor! Now I order you, as an envoy, to fire the cannon at once!" Dakar counterattacks ......"

"Fight back...... For His Majesty the Emperor, open fire!"

According to Molière's script, at this moment the Dakar should be like a porcupine that has exploded its thorns, blocking the Zhiyuan with a salvo of hundreds of artillery, so that this group of damned Chinese can see the anger of France.

It's a pity that the stomach ache doesn't always have to be loose, and sometimes there won't even be a fart after a while.

Today's Dakar disappointed him, the Zhiyuan had already hit the Holy with two shots, and the Dakar was still hooded and turned around, let alone counterattacked, and there was not even a commotion. What kind of routine is this, this is not according to common sense?

"Are you all a herd of pigs......? Fight back!" Molière's face turned the color of pig liver, but the Dakar battery was still silent, and no one responded to his roar.

It was only now that the lighthouse alarm bell creaked, and he didn't know how long it had been since the bearings had been oiled and maintained, and the soldier had to pull the rope with all his might, and he could even feel the patina blowing on his face with the wind, blinding him.

Bell Bell ...... The bell finally rang, but at this time Molière couldn't wait for the counterattack of the fort, he pulled the rope on Sun Chujian's body and pushed it into the sea to "swim ashore...... Everybody escorted the captives ashore!" and then he jumped into the sea with a puff.

The Holy was already on fire, and the explosions and flames finally made the city understand what was going on, and there was chaos in the Doge's Palace, with the hangover Doge letting go of the naked slave girl and slick open the windows.

"My God, have I been banished by France, is England at war against us? How can this be...... In his eyes, no country in this world but England would dare to attack the colonies of France.

The Holy was burning, the sailors jumped into the sea like dumplings, the warships and civilian ships in the harbor finally woke up, the signal lights were on, and the figures on the battleship seemed to be preparing for a counterattack.

Look at the land battery, only now has a figure appear and look at the panicked look, the usual training is definitely not good, the Zhiyuan has fired three shots in a row, and until now the Dakar has not counterattacked a single shot.

Xiang Ying was stunned, he stood in the command cabin and let the telescope slip off his hand, "This, this, this...... This is France, the second most powerful country in the world? With this level of training, it dares to call itself a strong army?"

"Pathetic, ridiculous, lamentable...... When Lin Zexu sold cigarettes in Humen and the British stood on the sea to bomb Humen and Guangzhou, what was the mood of those British? Will they be the same as me now......

"Hahaha......" Xiang Ying smiled, "It turns out that you are just a paper tiger!

"Zhiyuan, extend the shot! Turn the Dakar into a sea of fire for me!"

Rumble...... Boom! The sacred's ammunition bay was pierced by a single cannon roar, and the violent explosion shook the entire harbor, and the burning wreckage spread all over the docks.

In the waves, Molière and countless sailors fled to the shore in a hurry with the captives, not daring to turn back.

"Two shots of the main gun...... Break the lighthouse in Dakar...... Lao Tzu was upset when he listened to the bell...... "In the roar of the gun commander Lin Zhen, the heavy 210 main gun began to turn, and the muzzle of the gun ignited a violent blast, and it didn't take two cannons to hit the top of the lighthouse with just one shot."

Heavy bronze alarm bells tumbled into the city, and the Dakar massacre officially began.