"Your Excellency, don't be fooled, this Chinese is trying to stall for time...... It's already half past three in the morning, and this guy has been delaying for a full half an hour......"

Molière woke up like a dream, went up and punched Sun Chujian in the face, and the red blood at the corner of his mouth flowed out, "You dare to disturb my army's heart, don't think I dare to kill you...... Brothers, take them and transfer them out of the city......"

"Hahaha......" Sun Chujian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head, "It's too late, more than half an hour is enough, now Dakar has become a purgatory on earth, my brothers have blocked all the road passages, and not a single ship can go out of the harbor now...... How are you going to escape, are you going to go out of the desert?"

"Damn, you Chinese are crazy...... I won't sit still even if I walk the desert!" Molière said harshly, but his tone had long since lost his previous arrogance, and even his subordinates could hear it.

"Huh...... If I were you, you would honestly find a place to hide, and you would like to go out into the desert? Now the key question is can you get out of the city safely?"

Sun Chujian didn't wait for Molière to speak, and then said, "The best time to escape has been missed by you, you don't understand our tactics at all, do you think we can't control this city? Don't dream, if I'm not mistaken, now your French army will be slaughtered one-sidedly......"

As if to verify Sun Chujian's words, at this moment, an adjutant's deep voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "It's me, open the door, ......" After the door opened, the frightened adjutant did not speak first, but rushed to the bucket in the corner, and drank a few sips of cold water.

"It's miserable, are these Chinese all devils, the streets are full of fleeing refugees and chaotic troops, none of the officers dare to command the army, these water ghosts painted with oil paint are mixed with a lot of sharpshooters, they don't understand what the aristocratic spirit is, as long as our officers show their heads, they will be killed as soon as possible......"

"I've never seen such accurate, powerful artillery that Chinese very good at positioning artillery with pyrotechnic signals...... Many of our companies did not die in battle with the enemy, but from artillery bombardment that they could not resist!"

"When did the Chinese become so proficient in mathematics and ballistics? Don't they all say that these Chinese are all illiterate and barbarians? Can illiterate understand trigonometric functions? Can barbarians calculate ballistics?"

"Your Excellency the Special Envoy, we are no longer saved, this battle has completely turned into a massacre......" Speaking of this, the adjutant who went out to inquire about the news actually cried, which shows how shocking the battle situation outside is.

Molière finally showed a frightened expression: "I have raised my judgment of your Chinese more than once, but I have to admit it until now...... I'm still underestimating, seriously underestimating! How the hell did you do all this?"

Sun Chujian pursed his lips and smiled, "It's very simple! If all you French university graduates don't go into business, don't go into politics, don't pursue a rich and luxurious life, but choose to start from the big soldiers......

"As long as you have such an excellent quality of soldiers, you will also have such a strong army!"

"I don't believe it, I never believe that China, where even the palace was burned down, could become so powerful in just seven or eight years, I don't believe it......," Molière shook his head like a madman.

Don't forget that China has a population of 400 million, and the huge population base is enough for us to select the best of the best, and the best of the best...... Hehe, you better think about how you can avoid this catastrophe, you listen to the sound of the tsunami outside, I'm sure your rout has begun......"

Boom...... Rumble...... The rhythmic sound of shelling is getting closer and closer, and now the shelling of the Zhiyuan has shifted from the barracks, armories, industrial areas to the residential areas of Dakar.

It's not that these young people are too cruel, but the Zhiyuan must ensure a panicked and chaotic atmosphere in the whole city, and must not give the French army a chance to calmly organize a large force.

Let the French army always be in a situation where small groups of troops are fighting on their own, this is the routine of taking advantage of the fire to rob.

War always kills people, the war of the nineteenth century was extremely cruel, no one cared about the rights and interests of civilians, there was no concept of human rights at that time, and there was no distinction between military and civilian under the cannon.

"Hurry, hurry...... In front of you is the Doge's Palace, capture the French Doge alive......" Qiu Wei charged forward, wielding a retro Tang knife and a revolver, and led a group of water ghosts to defeat three French troops one after another, and soon rushed to the gate of the Doge's Palace.

It was very different from what they imagined, the Governor's Mansion at this moment was like a ghost, there was no defender at all, and there were only a few black slaves in the small building in the distance fighting for a few gorgeous clothes and silver candlesticks.

Two gunshots rang out, and the sniper accurately hit the buttocks of the two black slaves, and Uncle Black screamed in pain and crawled on the ground like a caterpillar.

"The interrogation will begin immediately, and the others will follow me to search ......" The Marines smashed open door after room, but no one found any trace of the Governor, let alone Sun Chu's sight on them.

"Sir...... The interrogation came out, and the Governor of Dakar had already fled Dakar in a carriage when the first cannon rang out, and no one had come here before, and it seemed that Sun Chu had not come to the Governor's Palace when he saw them!"

Qiu Wei sat on the oak desk and gasped, "We watched Molière and others dive into the water with our own eyes, and then the Zhiyuan has already bombed the armory and the barracks, which means that Molière will not send people anywhere, because the time is not right!"

"There is no trace of them here in the Governor's Palace, so there are only the last two possibilities, one is to go out of the city, and the other is to hide in the slum!"

"One last search, and after fifteen minutes of leaving the Governor's Palace, we will assist Liu Anchen in searching the civilian area......"

With a crisp sound, Qiu Wei smashed the glass of the wine cabinet, picked up a few bottles of soda and handed them to the brothers, "Don't drink, let's find some water and food to simply replenish a little energy......"

Sodas, cookies, candy, and some ham and sausage bread in the kitchen, the Marines were scribbling on their energy as they ran to search the Doge's Palace.

At this moment, the soldiers interrogating the slaves brought another piece of good news: "Sir, important information! The treasury of Dakar is in the basement of the Governor's Palace, where nearly a year's worth of taxes and ten years' fiscal surplus are stored!"

"Huh...... And the windfall, open the vault right away, it opened my eyes......"