The fire burned from the bilge of the Glory, billowing black smoke from every crevice, and the Zhiyuan broke away from the battlefield at high speed and headed east at high speed.

Bruce cried like a child, half of his life seemed to have been burned by this fire, he was over 50 years old this year, and with this Glory he still had an excuse to postpone his service, and without this battleship, he could only be forcibly converted into a non-combat officer by the military department.

Who would give a soldier of this age a new warship to adapt to? No, his career has come to an end from today.

"No...... My Co-Prosperity ...... Woowoo...... No...... My Glory......" This cry is like a wolf howling like a ghost, and it is heart-rending and makes the enemy a little broken.

Lin Zhen really couldn't listen to it anymore, and took out a broken rag from somewhere beside him, "I'll plug his stinky mouth, what's the howl!"

Xiang Ying grabbed his arm, "Don't, let him cry, I can understand his feelings...... I can understand the feelings of a pure soldier who is about to die in front of the warship he has fought all his life!"

"They are indeed our enemies, but they are also human beings, we are in different camps, we were born in different countries, we accept different cultures...... It doesn't matter whether justice is evil or evil, at least their love for the motherland and loyalty to the nation are the same as ours!"

"From this point of view, they are also respectable people!" At this moment, only a loud bang was heard behind him, and the blast caused by the shock wave swept through all the debris blown by Zhiyuan.

People subconsciously bent down to look back, only to find that the ammunition compartment of the Glory had been ignited, a small mushroom cloud rose from the sea, and the dark smoke rushed into the sky for dozens of miles to see clearly.

"My Glory......" Rear Admiral Bruce spurted out a mouthful of blood before falling headlong on the deck unconscious.

In the east, the Holy is fleeing with full sails, but unfortunately the mainsail has been torn open in the battle just now, and part of the wind power has been wasted, and now the full sail is only about 11 knots.

Molière stood on the deck, and the adjutants next to him were wrapping the photographic negatives and sketches one by one with waterproof tarpaulin, which was the most precious harvest of the operation, and each one was the lifeblood.

Coiled rolls of oilcloth are stuffed into bowl-sized cowhide tubes, which are a common tool used by navigators to place nautical charts, which are lightweight, easy to carry and waterproof.

All the materials were divided into four parts, and they were carried on the backs of the four lieutenants, Molière himself brought a saber and hung it on their waists, and each of them brought two Colt revolvers into their hands.

"You are shouldering the most difficult mission, your life and these four pieces of information have been integrated, and the information will live in you, and it is a great merit, if the information is gone...... I suggest you choose to kill yourself, or I'll show you what hell is!"

Molière's hideous face made the four lieutenants shudder, and they took the pistol, stuck it in the holster, raised their hands and saluted, "Yes sir, resolutely complete the task......"

"Very well, when the ship arrives in Dakar, you will separate and take different ships to the north and return home, and ...... as fast as you can" Before he finished speaking, suddenly there was a muffled thunderous sound from the west, and after a short time people raised their eyes and found the obvious mushroom cloud.

"Oh God! the Glory must have been shipwrecked...... It's the explosion of the ammunition bin!" everyone exclaimed.

"It's faster than I thought, this steel beast is really powerful, continue to accelerate our progress towards Dakar......" After Molière gave the order, he strode into the cell of the bilge, and in a large iron cage, there were more than thirty surviving sailors of the Kunshan.

In the innermost iron cage, there was a bloody human body, and if you looked closely, it was the surviving Sun Chujian, and the two French soldiers next to him were beating him with leather whips.

"Stop, you French bastard......s! It's kind of coming at me!" The sailors on the Kunshan roared angrily.

Molière walked into the iron prison, and a French soldier poured a bucket of cold water on Sun Chujian, "Commander, this guy still refuses to confess, we have tortured him in English, French and German, he just doesn't respond, don't you really understand?"

"Idiot!" Molière glared at him, "These international students are all China's top elites sent by Xiao Letian, don't think that Chinese are all ignorant pigs, remember that they have a very large population base, and the elites selected from hundreds of millions of people are so smart that you don't dare to imagine ......"

"Intelligence shows that these young Chinese people have a strong ability to accept new knowledge, especially in terms of language, which has been rigorously screened, if I say that they can master a foreign language in half a year, do you believe it or not? I know you don't believe it, but that's the truth!"

Molière grabbed Sun Chujian's hair and lifted it up fiercely, and said in standard German, "I know that you are all proficient in at least two foreign languages, one in English and the other in German, and some of you are even learning French and Italian...... You understand what I'm saying, don't you?"

"Don't look at me with such confused eyes, it's useless to pretend to be stupid, in order to let you know my determination......" At this point, Molière drew his pistol and raised his hand to shoot another iron jail behind him without aiming.

The bullet hit the thigh of an international student, and the bloody arrow rushed out at once, and Sun Chu spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm when he saw his angry eyes, but unfortunately he was dodged by Molière.

No one expected that Sun Chujian could speak fluent French, although the pronunciation was not standard, but everyone could understand "they are just ordinary soldiers, and nothing has anything to do with them......"

"Soldier? is it okay? good...... You're an officer, of course all this has something to do with you, so you'd better answer my question obediently!"

"Now tell me, what is the name of that battleship, what is its fastest speed, what is the caliber of the main gun? Don't play tricks with me, I won't torture you to extract a confession, as long as you dare to lie to me, I will kill your men......"

"You remember for me, their lives are in the palm of your hand, and you decide whether they live or ......die," Molière roared viciously.

"Answer my question......" snapped another shot, and the bullet flew to the roof of the cabin against the scalp of the Chinese soldier.

No matter how cruel the torture Sun Chujian endured, he was not afraid of death or torture, but he couldn't watch his brother die here, each of those outstanding young men was the foundation of the prime minister's future career, and everyone was hope.

Two lines of hot tears mixed with blood flowed: "You want to know? What can you do if you know? You never know what kind of people we are, you don't know what kind of things we will do! As long as you are not afraid of regrets, I will tell you......"

"The name of this battleship is Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan Zhiyuan, dedicated to Chinese the meaning of lofty ideals, the bow of the ship is like a Chinese dragon, two golden dragons...... As for speed, I can tell you that with your current wrecked ship, it won't take us an hour or two to catch up......"

"Do you believe the speed of 17 knots? Hahaha, look at your expression, I know you don't believe it...... 210 caliber guns believe it or not, hahaha......"

Molière's heart was shaken by Sun's first laughter, and he somehow subconsciously took half a step back and knocked over the cold bucket.