Molière was now completely controlled by his anger, and he had only two thoughts in his mind, one was to bring all the information about this super-powerful steel monster back to Europe, and the other was to send the four warships and nearly 2,000 soldiers to the altar.

"There must be deaths, more French deaths, only the blood of compatriots can stimulate the whole of France, this defeat and massacre will sober up the whole of France, and the selfish French people will arouse patriotic enthusiasm and plunge into the great arms race!"

"I have to make it clear to Europe that Chinese have reached a strategic alliance with Prussia, and they have even built a sci-fi giant ship that is completely ahead of its time, and I have to let this slap in the face of all European politicians so that they know how far they have been Chinese played......"

"These Chinese are indeed the whip of God! It is precisely because of them that they can wake up those lethargic dignitaries in Paris, and can wake up those men and women who are having fun in the lights, and only with this whip can people transfer their resentment against His Majesty the Emperor to these Chinese!"

"At that time, the cabinet will not oppose all the emperor's military investment plans, and the people will not have any doubts, on the contrary, in order to take revenge, the French people will also offer their last gold coin......"

"Hahaha...... How much money will the Emperor amass to prepare for war? 500 million francs, or 1 billion francs? Maybe 2 billion......

"All problems have been solved, what is the threat of Prussia, as long as France mobilizes the forces of the people, who will France be afraid of? If France is the first to complete the ironclad of the navy, if such avant-garde warships are the first to form a scale in France, what will Britain be afraid of at that time?"

"Knock down the British, let France become the world's strongest...... Hehehehehe!" Moli laughed like a ghost in the sound of the cannon, and the backs of the watchmen next to him were covered in cold sweat.

Molière had made up his mind to send these people to the altar, and he simply ignored General Bruce's several suggestions to withdraw his troops, and stubbornly demanded that the two battleships attack, and the attack continued.

At present, white smoke is everywhere on the sea, and the sound of killing is shaking the sky, and the two sides have entered within the effective firing range of three kilometers, and the artillery of both sides has exploded earth-shattering.

A salvo fired from the side of the two French warships was more than 30 shells flying towards Zhiyuan, and the sea was full of huge waves set off by explosions, and high-explosive shells exploded on the iron armor of the Zhiyuan, smoking one black spot after another.

The French artillery fire was so dense that the smoke on the sea formed a long ribbon of smoke and spread around, compared to the rhythm of the Zhiyuan's counterattack.

The three large-caliber guns were loaded, aimed, and fired in a step-by-step manner according to the standard drill code...... However, the power of the Zhiyuan 210 caliber gun is against the sky.

A salvo of shells from the French battleship either fell into the sea and was wasted, or a few white marks and dents were punched in the iron armor of the Zhiyuan, and no one died except for the fragments that caused minor injuries to more than a dozen soldiers.

Let's take a look at the results of the Zhiyuan, as long as the 210 caliber shells bite the enemy ship, you can see the bones in one bite, and the iron armor upgraded by the French arsenal will not be able to stop the attack of the Zhiyuan main gun at all.

In the heart of Major General Bruce, the battle situation in front of him was like two French children punching a Chinese adult strong man, don't look at the children's pink fists swinging fast and dense, but there is no lethality, on the contrary, look at the counterattack of the Zhiyuan.

The strong man swings his fist, and the fist sees blood!

The main mast and stern building of the Piety have been blown to pieces, the deck is littered with corpses, and now there are still the bow guns and the second firing deck are still fighting back sporadically, proving that there are still living people on it, but the Zhiyuan has no interest in this powerless battleship, and the three main guns randomly rotate to fire at the Glory.

The morale of the French soldiers was on the verge of collapse at this moment, and the soldiers were operating the battleship completely according to the subconscious reflex, and everyone couldn't believe their eyes at all.

"What kind of monster is this! God! What kind of monster is this?"

"How could Chinese have such a warship? Prussia is even more impossible, otherwise we would not have blocked the Strait of Dover, where did this warship come from......"

Questioning, swearing, hysterical yelling, and even crying, everyone scurried around like ants on a hot pan.

On the contrary, the momentum on the Zhiyuan was like a rainbow! Lin Zhen's eardrums buzzed in the tremor of the continuous firing, and he laughed wildly and shouted at Xiang Ying: "I'm right! The Zhiyuan is invincible! We are invincible!"

With a loud bang, another shell shot out of the main gun in the bow of the ship, and the iron armor in the bow of the Glory was instantly overturned by four or five pieces, followed by the cheers on the Zhiyuan......, "We are invincible!"

Xiang Ying was now standing in his command position, sneering and shaking his head, "I have never doubted the combat effectiveness of the Zhiyuan! All I think about is how to kill these enemies, I only care about our secrets and not being made public!"

"You can ignore politics and just be a pure soldier, but I can't......"

After sighing, Xiang Ying opened the window in the cockpit and yelled at the deck: "Brothers! The era of passive beating of the Chinese is gone! In the future, there will never be a tragedy of the enemy's warship bombing our port with huge guns!

"Speed up the frequency of shooting! Sink these two battleships in the fastest time, we must clear the battlefield to the east, and we must not leave a single mouth alive!"

"There is no mercy! There are no captives! There is only killing today!"

The soldiers on the deck roared like wolves, "There is no mercy...... There is no living ...... There is only killing, slaughtering, slaughtering, slaughtering!"

Boom Boom Boom ...... Three more bursts of fire, the entire hull of the Zhiyuan trembled, and the keel rivet joint made a creaking sound.

Just when the Chinese were panicking and the French, people did not notice that Molière and several of his lieutenants had gathered on the port side of the Glory, that is, with their backs to the Zhiyuan.

The dinghy had been lowered, and the group was about to climb the rope ladder to get onto the boat, when Rear Admiral Bruce saw Molière trying to escape, and he rushed over angrily and grabbed him by the arm.

"Molière, you want to be a deserter, you want to betray Your Majesty, are you crazy......"

Bruce's voice was extremely low, he was afraid that the other soldiers would see this scene, if at this critical moment, let the soldiers find that the commander had abandoned the ship and fled, it would be an absolutely fatal blow to the morale of the army.