"Hurry up, I don't care what you do, mend the sails at once, and speed out of the battle......" Maurière rushed from the bilge to the deck in horror, and under his absolutely strong command, the sail driver even climbed to the mast to stare at the cold sea breeze to mend the gap.

"Every ounce of wind has to be used, and all useless burdens are thrown away for me...... Fresh water, food, ballast stones, even your dead man's parcels were thrown into the sea for me, don't think about today's dinner, none of us will have anything to eat until we arrive in Cal!"

Molière ran on the deck like a madman, the captain of the Holy Ship behind him repeating his orders, but when Molière demanded that the gunpowder and artillery be discarded, the captain could no longer obey the order.

"No, no, no...... Commander, you can't do this, it's a crime for the fleet to throw away its weapons! If the enemy attacks, how can we counterattack? The French army has retreated, but there has never been such a retreat, how can we throw artillery into the sea?"

"Shut up...... Molière yelled, "for God's sake, can you not make a questioning voice? I don't have time to talk nonsense with you! Do you know what kind of battleship is chasing after us? It's a terrible steel monster, you haven't seen him, you don't know his terrifying ......"

"He has a maximum speed of 17 knots, he is a pure steam-powered battleship, he doesn't have to worry about the direction and force of the wind on the sea, he has a super large caliber gun that can sink us with just one shot......"

"We are no match for him at all, we must retreat! Time is of the essence...... No, no, no, it is more precious than life, and time is the future destiny of our motherland in France!"

"Now go back to your post! Remember, we can die, we can carry shame, but we must send the latest information back to Paris, which is more precious than my life and glory!"

The spit sprayed the captain of the Holy in the face, and the quality of the soldier made him resist the urge to beat people and chose to spit on his own face.

"What are you still doing? All the action, listen to the orders of the commander-in-chief...... Discard gunpowder and artillery!" After saying that, he turned his head and left.

Molière didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, he just had to get absolute obedience to his orders. At this time, a garbage patch was formed on the sea as the waves rolled, and all kinds of wooden barrels and tattered were floating everywhere.

The load of the Holy was lightened, the waterline rose rapidly, and with it, the speed increased, from 11 knots to about 13 knots, which is already considered super high speed in a sail battleship.

But the frenzied Zhiyuan has now increased its speed to 18 knots, and you can feel the huge vibration from the turbine crew standing on the bow deck.

Especially when the Zhiyuan saw the wreckage of the Kunshan and the Gaul, all the soldiers exploded in anger, people shouted the slogan of revenge, and the whole ship was ready for a surprise attack.

By this time the two warships had sailed through the island of Sal, the northernmost point of the Cape Verde archipelago, and were now heading southeast for Dakar, a famous port in West Africa, where the lighthouse would be visible at midnight that night.

The Holy finally saw the terrifying warship, and the lookout stood on a high lookout and shouted, "Bands of steam smoke have been found in the northwest...... Found a pale blue ship......"

"Damn, I really caught up, how could it be so fast?" Molière smashed his fist on the wooden frame, and his bones and joints were dripping with blood.

At this time, people crowded to the stern of the ship, borrowing binoculars from each other to take a closer look at the mysterious steel monster. When the thick barrel and the hideous golden dragon statue of the bow came into view, everyone gasped in shock.

"This is a Chinese battleship, how could it be a Chinese ......?"

"When did Prussia have such a strong industrial power, and if they had such powerful warships, how could they be trapped by us in Dover?"

Unfortunately, no matter how loud people's doubts are, the facts in front of them are beyond doubt, and everyone's hearts are as mixed as if they had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.

In the minds of Europeans in this era, China's old image of the Golden Kingdom has been shattered in the war, especially the burning of the summer palace of the Chinese emperor and the capture of Jingshi made Europeans extremely contemptuous of this nation.

Thousands of years of looking up have turned into sneering glances in just a few decades, and China has long since become synonymous with ignorance, only slightly better than black Africans.

And today, these barbaric and backward yellow-skinned monkeys can actually drive ultra-sci-fi steel battleships that are not available in Europe, and the French Navy can't raise its head, which feels like a big stone in everyone's hearts.

But no one dared to say a word of counterattack, and looking at the empty gun emplacements, people realized that they had become sheep to the slaughter.

"What are you doing in a daze...... Tie me to the mast of the Chinese and Prussians in the bilge cell! I see if they dare to open fire!" The hideous-faced Molière had long forgotten the dignity of a knight, and he now had only one thought, and that was to live.

Sun Chujian and thirty other soldiers were escorted up, one by one tied to the mast of the Holy, and the mad Molière howled at the Zhiyuan.

"Shoot it! If you have it, you will shoot it...... Hahaha, don't you dare! You Chinese will never be able to become strong, you have a woman's heart, so you are doomed to failure, the weak don't deserve to live in this world! Hahaha......"

Zhiyuan had already seen this scene, everyone's angry eyes were on fire, and Xiang Ying was holding the telescope with both hands and even pinched the bone joints.

"Shameless! You bastards have touched our bottom line again and again...... Don't think we can't go crazy, don't push me...... Don't push me!"

Cai Bixuan said in a trembling voice, "Sun Chujian is still alive...... He's not dead, there's still survivors on the Kunshan! We have to save them! We have to save them......."

"No! you're wrong...... Sun Chujian has been sacrificed, from the moment he sent us the signal, he has already chosen death, I will not live up to his hard work!"

"Kindness is never the epitaph of the good!" Meanness is never the pass of the mean!" Xiang Ying shouted with all his strength, "The bow of the ship is ready...... Shoot at the enemy!

At that moment, all the people on the Zhiyuan were in tears!

Facing the cold sea breeze, Sun Chujian, who was covered in blood, was laughing, and he was laughing wildly, "Hahaha...... Don't let me down, my task has been successfully completed, and the road ahead is what you should take...... Don't let my sacrifice be meaningless!"

"Shoot me...... Don't let the sacrificed brothers die meaninglessly!"

Molière's face was like ashes amid the roar of the Chinese: "Crazy, they are all crazy!"