The Zhiyuan has indeed reached the point where it can't retreat, it's four forty o'clock now, and the summer night is already bright at five o'clock, and at that time it is purely to find embarrassment for himself to continue the fierce battle.

What's more, the Zhiyuan has just robbed a shipload of supplies, and it must leave the port immediately with the ship, and it takes time for the sail merchant ship to set sail.

The sunken Kunshan was a very important clipper ship in the army, which not only had a large amount of food and water, but also the coal that the Zhiyuan needed most, and nearly half of the auxiliary coal was stored on the Kunshan.

The attack on Dakar may seem like an adventure, but in fact it is also a last resort, and the returning fleet needs coal and supplies, a lot of coal and supplies.

And all of this has to be grabbed in the city!

For these black uncles, they have to be whipped and sticked, and now the two clippers in the port have been 'forcibly requisitioned', the coal yard at the dock has been opened to the warehouses, and two teams of black men are carrying coal like ants.

The long wattle basket could be filled with 50 kilograms of coal at a time, and under the threat of bayonets and encouraged by gold coins, this group of black uncles, who were usually lazy and just wanted to lie in the field and sing, ran as freely as the wind.

The power of carrots and sticks was indeed extraordinary, and soon more than 500 stevedores gathered at the wharf, who carried the food, fresh water and coal urgently needed by the Zhiyuan to the merchant ships that were forcibly requisitioned, and then threw the precious coffee and cotton bales on the cargo ship directly into the sea.

More than 500 people can carry more than 30,000 tons of materials and equipment on their backs in one run, plus the heavy money stimulus, and in just one hour, the two merchant ships are almost full.

"The order must be given to retreat, and nine fireworks signals must be issued so that all the Marines will withdraw...... Lin Zhen, shut up for me, I won't listen to you anymore at this time, the military adventure has reached this level, and if you persist any longer, you will be looking for death......"

"Now, send a signal immediately, immediately!" With Xiang Ying's roar, the nine consecutive fireworks signals agreed in advance took off into the air and exploded in the sky of the Dakar harbor.

Lin Zhenqi smashed his fist on the steel plate, and his bones and joints were full of blood, but he couldn't speak anymore, he knew that Xiang Ying's decision was correct.

Just then, a panting soldier ran from the burning city to "report to the captain...... Grandchild...... Sun Chu saw that the captain had been found, and that Captain Qiu Wei had successfully rescued our brother......"

"Great!" the Zhiyuan was jubilant, and Xiang Ying shouted, "The crew is pressurized, the merchant ship is sailing, ready to go, we will return to China immediately......"

At this time, the herald swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and shouted through his dry throat, "Captain! Lord Qiu also said that Molière had left his men and fled by himself, and the target was in the direction of the Doge's Palace...... When the flare is lifted into the air, ask the Zhiyuan to carry out artillery bombardment and carry out the last round of shelling!"

As he spoke, signal fireworks were raised in two directions almost simultaneously in the burning city in the distance, which was the approximate location of the other two teams of fleeing French officers.

"The main gun of the Zhiyuan is ready...... Make a final salvo in the direction of the target...... Three salvos in a row from each target point...... Fire now!"

The heavy main cannon began to move slowly again, Xiang Ying's nervous palms were full of sweat, and his mouth kept muttering, "There is really no time, we really don't have time, this is the last bombardment, what kind of results can be had, then ask the prime minister for blessing!"

Boom Boom Boom ...... Huge explosions resounded through the ports of Dakar, small mushroom clouds rose up in the distant city, and the blast swept up countless burning debris and debris, and the whole city was rained with fire.

The black stevedores had finally finished their last supply trip, and they fled in fright, clutching the gold coins they had earned for their lives, and the greed for money made them forget their fears for a while, but when the money was earned, the fear of the water ghost soldiers and the fear of the strange blue warship prevailed.

No one wanted to stay at the dock for a second longer, everyone wanted to escape the city with money, the heavy gold in their hands was enough for them not to work for ten years, and many people ran and laughed.

The marines who retreated from the city finally appeared, and they returned to the Zhiyuan with a solemn face with Sun Chujian and others who were covered in bruises, wounded comrades-in-arms, and the corpses of their brothers who died.

"Report to the captain, the landing assault team successfully rescued the survivors of the Kunshan, but did not catch Molière, please ask the captain to punish ......" Qiu Wei's face sank and said with great sadness, "Of the 180 fighters in the commando, 36 were sacrificed, 25 were seriously injured, and the remaining ninety percent were slightly injured......"

Xiang Ying shook his head, "You don't have to blame yourself, it is impossible for such a difficult task to be without casualties...... Have you brought back all the bodies of your brothers?"

Qiu Weili saluted and said loudly, "I brought them all back, there are a lot of them!"

"Okay, let's take our brothers home...... The Zhiyuan set sail!" As Xiang Ying gave the order, the propeller began to rotate rapidly, and the Zhiyuan, after giving the Dakar a final salvo, sailed away with the trophies of the two merchant ships.

The entire Dakar has become a sea of fire, all the people in the residential area have fled from the city except for the dead, and no one has seen the scene of the Zhiyuan leaving, in fact, it was already five o'clock at that time, the east was already transparent, and the Zhiyuan could no longer hide its body.

But fear was so deeply planted in everyone's hearts that they didn't even dare to look back at the docks, for fear that those terrible water ghosts would reappear.

The fire burned for a day, more than 70% of the city of Dakar was completely burned, and the heat even produced small fire tornadoes, and no one could return to the city in such flames.

It was not until late that night that the bold soldiers and civilians cautiously returned, and the port was long gone, and the whole city was no trace of the water spirit.

Shame, the greatest humiliation that France has suffered in decades, rushed to a deep shame by the army that had regrouped and returned to formation on the edge of the desert.

After carefully counting the number of people, they were surprised to find that the 3,000 defenders had survived 2,000, and the 2,000 black servants had only lost 600 men.

Of the 5,000 defenders, only 1,000 were actually lost, and the entire city was destroyed, and the last surviving officer was only a lieutenant.

He cried bitterly, "Oh my God, how should I report to France, how should I bear the wrath of Paris...... I'm just a captain, I shouldn't have to take on such a responsibility!"

But what else, all the other officers above him had already been killed, and the casualties of ordinary soldiers were the worst slaughter ever encountered.