C903 The Pride of the Old Ranks

Molière did not feel awkward about exposing his plot, on the contrary, he grabbed onto Bruce's wrist and boasted shamelessly, "General, your position is not with me, please return and command this battle! When it is time for you to die for the France, you must persevere for another half an hour and help me and my aides to retreat to the Holiness … "

Bruce was startled, he never thought that Molière would say such words, he was so angry he was stuttering, "You … You, you, you! How could a man be so shameless! "Don't forget that you are the commander personally appointed by the king. Don't forget your status as a knight!"

Molière laughed coldly and shook his head, "It's precisely because I still remember my accusations that I have to leave because I am a Knight under the title of Emperor. Don't think that I am afraid of death.

General Bruce was defeated by Molière's shamelessness. He opened his mouth but could not say a word.

Molière came close to his ear and said, "You are not stupid, I think with your wisdom, you should be able to realize what this Chinese warship will bring! "That's right, it's a revolution. A revolution in naval equipment and tactics. Even the way war is fought, the geopolitical power will be reorganized in the future …"

"My dear General, do you really want all four of our battleships to be sacrificed here? I have all the data and information on this warship. I must return to Paris, and tell those muddleheaded politicians what has happened in this world! "

"Isn't that the most important mission? General, your sacrifices will leave a deep mark in history. You will be destined to use your sacrifices to motivate the entire Greece, the entire motherland, just like the three hundred warriors in the pass who are destined to fight against the Persian army. "

"You are the God's Whip that was used to whip Europe. Your blood can wash away the mist in front of the ignorant commoners, waking them up and allowing them to know what kind of internal and external troubles our France is facing right now! Even the Chinese are catching up, are they still dreaming? "

Molière placed his hands on the general's shoulders, and said softly, "Those who die in battle will become true heroes, and I, a deserter, will forever be pinned to the pillar of shame! But if I don't go to hell, who goes to hell? "For my country, I am willing to sacrifice myself …"

General Bruce was an old navy man, from the very beginning of the battle he had already known that Zhiyuan Warship was a type of epoch-making battleship. Needless to say, just by looking at the diameter of the main cannon, he knew that it was a battleship made of pure steel.

The arrangement of the cannons on the central axis was very scientific. No matter what angle the battleship was placed at, and no matter what position the enemy was in, as long as they rotated their cannons, they would be able to fire their cannons. Furthermore, the central axis allowed the cannons to easily fire from both the Left side and the starboard side, easily and easily forming saturated fire attacks from all angles.

And what's that cylindrical cavity on both sides of the bow? Could it be that the power torpedo launcher has just been developed in Britain?

Everything that happened caused General Bruce to panic. He knew that he had to lose today, just because of the thick protective armor on his opponent, he wouldn't be able to win this sea battle.

However, the commander order appointed by the Emperor was Molière, if he did not say anything, who would dare to say retreat? It's fine if they die in battle, but as soldiers, they should have a sense of sacrifice. Since ancient times, the soldiers of France have always had this kind of honorable spirit.

But what's wrong with your marshal sneaking away? Major General Bruce's anger was justifiable.

It was a pity that he met Molière who had a glib tongue. This person's eloquence was on par with Xiao Letian, but of course, if his eloquence was not good, he wouldn't be able to become Napoleon III's close subordinate.

The general was already crippled, hearing Molière's explanation, tears almost flowed down his face, "You are right, the intelligence on this battleship is too important. We need officials of a sufficient rank to return to Paris, our France must continue strengthening itself! We have to wake up the greedy masses and let them know that it is impossible not to upgrade their weapons! "

Bruce took a step back and bowed respectfully to Molière, "On your way here, go and reunite with the Holiness. Even if I have to use my body, I'll have to fend them off for you for an hour.

Molière's face was filled with grief and indignation. After returning the salute, he climbed onto the rope ladder and boarded the boat. A few of his aides used their strength to paddle the three-meter-long paddle, and the boat flew eastwards like it had flown.

Seated at the bow of the ship, Molière coldly looked at the burning Glory and sighed in his heart, "Deceiving honest people is truly a crime, God forgive me for my crimes …" Tsk, what era is this, you're still telling me about the spirit of the Knights? Just be a stepping stone for me to be promoted! "

"Use your lives to support me. Sooner or later, I, Molière will become an official in the France! "Hahaha …"

Molière who was laughing crazily in his heart had already left the battlefield, while the shouts from the Glory was even louder, General Bruce took out his command blade and swung it towards the Zhiyuan Warship like a berserk lion, "Attack! The France attacked! "Losing to anyone is fine, we absolutely cannot lose to these Chinese people!"

"We are invincible French soldiers. We just broke into the capitals of these Chinese and burned down their emperor's summer palace. Even their emperor was scared to death by us … This bunch of yellow monkeys, long tailed pigs, will never be a match for the noble Europeans! "

"Attack, use our sacrifice to cover the retreat of the Molière Knights, he wants to send the latest information back to our homeland! It is time for us to die, for our motherland! for the France! "

The Glory s and the half crippled horn of piety immediately roared like thunder, "For our motherland! For the France! Continue firing! Do not retreat, fight to the death! "

This was the old reputation of a powerful country. This was the spirit of the top nations in Europe. This was the militarism of the second strongest country in the world. No matter if you liked it or not, you would admire it with your heart.

Xiang Shaolong gave a thumbs up and nodded, "Respected enemies, if we are not enemies, I would really like to be friends with you! Unfortunately … Who told you to invade us first? This sea battle has finally reached its final moments! "

"Zhiyuan Warship Speed up... Close to 1500 meters, all weapon systems prepare to fire, sending them on their final journey! "

It took only a few minutes to narrow the distance from three thousand meters to one thousand five hundred meters. By this time, all the light weapons on the Zhiyuan Warship were ready to fire.

Eight 57-mm Hakikas rapid fire gun, two 47-mm Hakikas rapid fire gun, six 37-mm Hakikas rapid fire gun, plus six six-tube rotating Gatling heavy machine gun, the death net was already prepared.

As long as they entered the effective range of 1,500 meters, the consequences of the Glory would be very glorious.