Volume VIII 1362 A Canoe

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The boat was small, a bit like a canoe, but it wasn't made from a single tree trunk, but was simply patched together from very thin planks, and the paint peeled off and the sawdust flew by hand.

"This, this, this...... Can this thing still be launched?" the four of them were dumbfounded, this small boat is usually a small boat used to sort out goods in this seafood drying ground, at best, it can send something back and forth at a distance of more than ten meters on the seaside, or fish or something, it is not the kind that can go out to the sea in terms of shape.

But do they still have a choice? The Chinese army cleaned up Amami Oshima very cleanly this time, but all the ships that could move were requisitioned and transferred, on the one hand, they had to load cement blocks and sink them in the strait, and on the other hand, they also had to prevent the Russian army from transporting soldiers back and forth.

If it weren't for the fact that the ship was too broken, I am afraid it would have been transferred a long time ago, and Molière would not have found out.

"I don't have a choice, let's push it into the sea and try it to see if it leaks!" Molière threw everyone's supplies onto the boat, and the four of them began to push the boat, which was half-buried in the sand.

"One-two...... Push!12...... "Molière and they are really tired, they haven't had a good rest for two whole days, and at this moment the body is already strictly overdrawn, and it is just such a small wooden boat that uses the strength of milk to push.

With a neat horn, the boat finally began to slide its bow and began to enter the waves.

"One, two, three......" Before he could finish the push, he heard a crisp click, and people saw that a large piece of the boat gang held by Raymond had been smashed alive, and the original piece of wood had rotted.

"Bastard, how did you get it? This is our only chance, if you dare to mess it up, I'll shoot you!" Molière was furious and screamed at the big mouth.

Raymond was also scolded, and he cowardly retorted, "Sir, it's not that I'm careless, this ship is really bad, can this go to sea?

The other two also expressed their worries: "Yes, this kind of boat may be able to hold out for a while in a stable river, and it is not a dream to think of driving in the sea? This is the sea!"

"What's wrong with the sea? As long as we can escape from the encirclement of the Chinese, we have hope of survival, and outside is the extremely prosperous maritime trade route in East Asia, and the merchant ships of various countries have! We have gold on us, are we afraid that there will be no ship to save us?"

As he spoke, Molière snapped a leather bag on the stick, revealing glittering ancient gold coins, which were the Mediterranean gold coins from the ancient Roman era that Xiao Lotian had collected, each of which was worth a fortune.

Raymond looked at the ship, then at the gold coins, and finally shook his head and said, "What if there is no ship? Now it's a war! Which merchant can't hide here? Besides, this sea is full of Chinese spies, and those merchant ships are not safe!"

"Then cross the China Sea! Cross the East China Sea and go directly to the Qing Kingdom!" Molière roared frantically, and his voice was terrifying.

"Ah, my God, are you crazy? You're going to cross the East China Sea with this, you're going to kill yourself......" Before Raymond could finish speaking, the pistol was already on his head.

Molière said coldly: "Do you want to commit treason?" Sue me, do you want to surrender to the Chinese?

The three subordinates were completely stunned...... Sir, how can we be treasonous? Okay, okay, let's listen to you, let's go to sea with you, okay?"

Molière snorted coldly and put away his pistol, "Take our supplies aboard! For France, for His Majesty the Emperor!

The three men were forced by Molière to push the boat into waist-deep water, and then the three of them jumped into the boat in turn, Molière was the first and then the three intelligence officers got on board in turn, and Raymond was the last.

At this time, the problem arose, the ship was too small and the loading capacity was not enough, and every time a person boarded the boat, the boat would sink a lot, and when Raymond finally got on the boat, the water level suddenly approached the gap that had just been broken, and the sea water rushed in with a bang.

"Oh my God, are you going to sink the boat?" Molière pushed Raymond into the water, and barely kept the boat unsinkable.

Standing waist-deep in the water, Raymond was at a loss, "Sir, what should I do? Why don't I go find some planks to repair it!"

At this time, the sky in the east was already a little white, and the sound of the cannons on Tangwan Mountain was gradually getting a lot smaller, and it seemed that both sides of the bloody battle had reached the stage of licking their wounds, and time was running out at this moment.

The impatience of the intelligence officer infected everyone, and one of the intelligence officers suddenly broke down and shouted: "I said a long time ago that this will not work! I should have used the telegraph to send top-secret information to the Beijing ambassador just now, even if I tried it! But you just don't agree!"

"If the intelligence is sent, we can join up with the Russian army on the mountain, and at that time we can at least temporarily save our lives, and the future can be handed over to the negotiating table......"

The angry voice was interrupted, and the devastated intelligence officer looked at Molière incredulously, and of course the smoking pistol in his hand, and until he was dying, he couldn't figure out why he wanted to kill himself, he had been following Molière for five years, why he wanted to kill himself......

There was a loud bang, and the corpse fell into the sea, blood splashing. Molière said expressionlessly, "Okay, Raymond, you can get on the ship!

No one dared to refute it, Raymond carefully climbed into the dinghy, and the three of them began to paddle towards the depths of the sea.

Molière said fiercely in his heart: "White?

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What a great credit this code book is for asking such stupid questions after so many years of following me? Don't you know? If you send it directly to the city of Beijing, won't this credit make others lose a large chunk? I'm still waiting for this credit to wash away the shame! If you dare to stand in my way, there will be only one end ...... you?"

It's all a lie, whether it's the so-called cut off of the telegraph network or monitoring, it's just a lie from Molière, what he wants is to take the credit for himself, and use this great credit to wash away all the shame of previous failures.

He, Molière, is destined to reach the pinnacle of power in Paris!

The corpses rose and fell in the sea, and there were faint voices in the woods in the distance, and the sound of gunfire just now was probably alarming some patrolling soldiers, Molière and the others did not dare to hesitate, and their arms danced like wheels, and the broken wooden planks were splashed with the oars of the boat.

The shore was getting farther and farther away, and the Chinese soldiers were running in vain on the beach, and the blind shots were not accurate, and Molière finally rushed out of the waters off Amami Oshima.

"Let's go, hurry up! Hold on to the sky before it is completely bright, go all the way to the west, quickly get out of the patrol area of the Chinese Navy, and row in the direction of Qingguo!"

If Xiao Lotian knew that Molière's crazy move would definitely drop his jaw, Amami Oshima is 750 kilometers away from the mainland of Qing in a straight line, except for a real madman, who would fantasize about crossing the East China Sea with a canoe?

But Molière was such a madman!