C914 Therefore the next therefore

No one was invincible, even someone as strong as the English and French, it was impossible for them to guarantee that all the weapons would be the most outstanding ones.

However, the entire Eastern Asian countries all felt that the westerner was invincible, and the fear in their hearts grew deeper and deeper in the war.

The reason for this was simple. On one hand, it was because of the shock people felt from the strong and powerful cannons. The difference in technology between the two races gave the people a sense of defeat when they fought against the gods.

The other reason was that the weapons that Europe had sent to Asia were all of high quality. Just like what Tian Ji horse racing said, the enemy had used a strong man to fight against a strong man in the Great Qing. How could they not lose in such a war?

The two Opium Wars were both like this. In the age of sail battleship, when humans put in troops across half of the Earth, it was already a huge risk, a huge gamble.

There were countless dangers in the vast sea, typhoons, reefs, diseases, and even colonial riots. Battleships were different from merchant ships, as they had to take into account safety and speed, and so on. It was impossible for a fully manned fleet to travel thousands of miles from Europe to Asia without half a year's travel.

It was precisely because how hard the journey was and how full of accidents it was, that the English and French had to prepare the most elite soldiers, in order to increase the success rate of the expedition.

Forget about the 19th mid-century leaf, even in the second world war, with America's industrial power, it would still be a huge gamble to throw military forces around the world.

The result of selecting the best among the best Expeditionary forces s, facing a group of Qing Dynasty Eight Banners and Han Army Green Battalion s with long swords and spears, was self-evident.

But today, the sudden attack of the Zhiyuan Warship actually overlapped with the battle tactics in Tian Ji's horse racing story. These armies of foreign languages and natural sciences, which were cultivated purely as high-ranking military officers, and a group of elite soldiers who had been trained in the blood of Prussian Kingdom for a hundred years, had actually become the common enemies of a normal battle.

On the other hand, the pitiful Dakar's defending army, those colonial defending army and slave army who thought they were being too arrogant, were actually not even considered as underlings. In the end, they were just a group of underlings and a group of underlings.

France had been colonizing West Africa for more than two hundred years, and during those two hundred years, the Dakar Port had sold more than a few tens of millions of slaves. As for the gold and ivory colonies, the number of cotton, coffee, and other goods they produced was untold.

Had there been a rebellion during that time? Apart from the small, unassuming tribes dancing with spears in an attempt to attack the French army, the whole of Senegal was as harmonious as a Frenchman's back garden, apart from sending the garrison a few human heads as a tribute.

Two hundred years was more than enough time for people to get into a state of mind. In the hearts of the past Dakar Governors, as long as they could guarantee that the taxes and goods would be paid every year and that the local security would be alright, it would be enough for the niggers to not steal anything and fight amongst themselves.

To be a governor in a place like this was to enjoy life while also gaining qualifications. No one would attempt to accomplish anything here.

The officers were worried about whether they could sell their smuggled African goods in Europe for a good price, the soldiers were worried about whether the wine prices would rise in the bars, and whether syphilis was more prevalent in the cities. As for war, there were local elites with high salaries to worry about, and there would be a bottle of Caribbean rum for the fruits of the Equator region.

Unfortunately, the sound of gunfire in 1868 had shattered their dreams. The Governor, the officers, and all the soldiers were stupefied at that moment. They had not carried out live ammunition exercises for over a year, and at that moment, everyone had forgotten what they were supposed to do.

"Where did the cannons come from? Who was the enemy? My God, is Britain at war with us? "

"I knew it was Britain. The despicable Englishman had ostensibly formed an alliance with us, together they taught the fellows of the Russia a lesson, and attacked China together, but they were disrespectful and did not recognize us!"

"It must be England. They have reneged on all the treaties, declared war on the France... My god, the outside of the port must be filled with Royal Navy now … "

In the chaos, people would always believe some rumors and even voluntarily create some rumors, so why was this happening? As a result of their suspicions, because all of them had a subconscious fear of England in their hearts, they were all faintly afraid of England stabbing them in the back.

The Royal Navy was too powerful, the strength of Britain was too strong, every country in Europe was worried. Facing such a powerful being, everyone felt a sense of insecurity.

Thus, when the people of this chaotic night did not know about the enemy's situation, this faint worry for Britain instantly became a consensus among the people of the city. Even when Molière shouted that the Chinese were here to kill, no one paid attention to his shouts.

"Where the hell are you from? He actually said he was Chinese? Since when did the Chinese have warships that spanned the Earth? Don't they all have long swords and spears in their hands? "

Molière, whose entire body was drenched, would never have thought that he, a member of the elite society from Paris, would actually be called a country bumpkin by the Dakar.

Sun Chujian who could understand French laughed out loud and said, "Hahaha, country bumpkin? What a fitting description, country bumpkin? "Hahaha …"

"Shut up! "Do you believe that I'll shoot you right now …" However, Sun Chujian shook her head in contempt. "You can't bear to part with me, without me as an officer as a witness, would you be able to convince those officials in Paris?"

"Look, do I know nothing about you? Don't forget that we are all Chinese, and China has the longest period of bureaucracy on earth, and we are very familiar with that group, so it is impossible for you to do something without getting ahead of them! "

"Stop staring at me like that, I'm going to eat you up. From today onwards, you'd better be more polite with me, or else I'll have a thousand ways to provoke the entire French bureaucracy and tear you into pieces … "Believe me, I have the power, because we have thousands of years of experience in China..."

"Hahaha …" Amidst the exploding flames, Sun Chujian laughed out arrogantly, causing the surrounding black people to all raise their eyebrows in shock.

Molière was so angry that his face turned green, he gritted his teeth and said, "Good, good, good … "Fine, I don't have the time to deal with you right now, but don't push your luck. If you dare challenge my dignity again, I'll be a mad dog too!"

After that, he pushed Sun Chujian and spoke to his subordinates. "Bring this group of captives with you. To the slums, the slums at the north of the city! "