C924 Achievement and Retreat

The Zhiyuan Warship had indeed reached the point where they couldn't not retreat. It was now 4.40 a.m., and the sky would already brighten up after a short five days. If they continued to fight at that time, it would only be making things difficult for themselves.

More importantly, Zhiyuan Warship had just robbed a boat's worth of supplies, so they had to leave the port immediately while carrying the boat.

The sunk Kunshan was a very important scissor boat in the army. Not only was there a large amount of food and water on it, there was also the coal that the Zhiyuan Warship needed the most. Nearly half of the auxiliary coal was stored on the Kunshan.

Attacking the Dakar might seem like an adventure, but it was also a last resort. Back to the Dakar, the fleet needed to burn coal and supplies, as well as a large amount of coal and supplies.

And all of this had to be snatched up from within the city!

Right now, the two scissor boat in the port had already been 'forcibly expropriated'. The coal fields at the docks were opened up and the two teams of black people were carrying the coal on their backs like long ants.

Under the threat of the bayonets and the encouragement of the gold coins, these black uncle who were usually so lazy that they wanted to lie on the ground and sing, all ran like the wind.

The strength of the carrot and the stick was no small matter. Soon enough, more than five hundred stevedores gathered at the dock, carrying the food, fresh water and coal that the Zhiyuan Warship urgently needed onto the forced convoy's merchant ship. Then, they threw the precious coffee and cotton bundles on the cargo ship into the sea.

With over 500 people running together, they could carry over 30,000 tons of material and equipment. With the addition of the large amount of gold, the two merchant ships were almost full in just an hour.

"We need to give the order to retreat, send out the fire signal for all the Marines to retreat …" Lin Zhen, shut up. At this time, I will not listen to you anymore, the military adventure is already this far, if you continue to persevere any longer, you will just be courting death … "

"Send the signal right now!" Following Xiang Ying's roar, the agreed upon nine consecutive fire signals rose into the air and exploded in the sky above Dakar's harbor.

Lin Zhen was so angry that he punched the steel plate, his joints were covered in blood, but he could no longer speak, he knew that Xiang Ying's decision was correct.

Just then, a breathless soldier ran in from the burning city and reported to the Captain … Sun... Captain Sun Chujian has been found, and Sir Qiu Wei has successfully saved our brother … "

"Great!" The Zhiyuan Warship was celebrating, Xiang Ying shouted, "The crew is pressurizing, the merchant ship is sailing, prepare to set off, we will return home immediately …"

At this time, the soldier fiercely swallowed his saliva, and shouted with his parched throat: "Captain! Lord Qiu had also said that Molière had abandoned his subordinates and escaped for his own. His target was the direction of the General Governor's Mansion … When the signal detonator was launched into the air, the Zhiyuan Warship s were requested to carry out the artillery shell, the final round of artillery shell!

While they were talking, the burning city in the distance had signaled for flames to rise from both directions. That was the general location of the other two groups of French officers s who were running away.

"Prepare the Zhiyuan Warship main cannon … Make one last salvo in the direction of the target... Three consecutive shots per target point... Fire at once! "

The heavy main cannon started to move again slowly. Xiang Ying, who was so nervous that his hands were covered with sweat, started to mutter non-stop, "There's really no time, we really don't have time. This is the last bombing.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A huge explosion resounded throughout the Dakar's port, and small mushroom clouds rose up from the city. The shock wave from the explosion set off countless burning debris, causing a rain of fire to fall onto the city.

They clutched the gold coins they had earned and turned around to flee. Their greed for the money had completely forgotten about their fear, but after the money had been earned, their fear for the water ghost soldiers and the fear for the strange azure colored battleship once again took over.

No one was willing to stay at the dock for more than a second. Everyone wanted to escape the city with their money. The heavy gold coins in their hands was enough for them to not have to work for ten years.

The members of the Marine Corps who were evacuated from the city finally showed up. They brought Sun Chujian and the others who were covered in wounds, injured comrades, and their dead brothers, and returned to the Zhiyuan Warship with serious expressions on their faces.

"Reporting to the Captain, the landing team successfully rescued the Kunshan survivors, but they could not capture Molière. Qiu Wei's face sank as he said, with great pain, "180 soldiers of the commando squad, sacrifice 36, seriously injure 25, and the remaining 90% lightly injured …"

Xiang Ying shook his head: "You don't have to blame yourself, there's no way such a difficult mission without casualties …. Have the brothers' bodies been brought back? "

Qiu Wei saluted and said loudly, "I've brought them all back, not a single one is missing!"

"Alright, alright, alright. Let's bring our brothers home …" The Zhiyuan Warship has set sail! " Following Xiang Ying's orders, the propeller started to spin rapidly, and after giving the Dakar the last round of fire, the Zhiyuan Warship left with the spoils of war from the two merchant ships.

The entire Dakar had already become a sea of fire. Aside from those who had died, all of the citizens of the residential districts had already escaped from the city, and no one saw the scene of the Zhiyuan Warship leaving. In fact, it was already 5: 15 by then.

However, fear had already been deeply embedded in everyone's hearts. They did not even dare to turn their heads to look at the dock, as they were afraid that those terrifying water ghost would appear again.

More than 70% of the urban areas of Dakar had been completely incinerated. The high temperature had even created a small fire dragon scroll, and no one had been able to return to the city while being enveloped in such raging flames.

Only late that night did bold soldiers and citizens carefully return. At this moment, the port no longer had the silhouette of the battleship, and the entire city no longer had any signs of the water ghost.

Humiliation. This was the greatest humiliation that the France had suffered for the past few decades. The army that had gathered at the edge of the desert and restored their formation had rushed over in shame.

After carefully counting the people, they were surprised to find that the 3000 guards had actually survived 2000, while the 2000 black slave warriors had only lost 600 people. After careful questioning, people realized that most of these 600 people had escaped and not died in battle.

The five thousand strong army had only lost a thousand and six hundred soldiers. And yet, the entire city had been destroyed just like that? The last surviving officer was just a captain.

He was almost crying from the pain, "Oh my God, how am I supposed to report to France, and how am I supposed to take on the wrath of Paris... I am just a captain, I should not bear such a responsibility! "

But what else could he do? All the other officers who were higher than him had died in battle. Compared to the casualty rate of the ordinary soldiers, what the officers suffered was the most brutal massacre.